Floating Island life

Purple Palace

Your Favorite color was a really dark blue-ish purple so dark it bordered on black.

It didn't make you special but it was always awkward when people asked what your favorite color was and you had to get all technical about it. Not that anyone would ask you anyways. So you just make up scenarios in which people would ask you about yourself.

"Yes, My favorite color is Violet Black, And my favorite food is Sakura Mochi!"

Same thing for clothes. You looked good in anything but you didn't really like overly bright colors.

But you could really wear what ever you wanted. It's not like anyone will see it. But you don't know what day your father comes back so you dress up each day awaiting his return.

Today you weren't wearing anything special just a kimono.

You often walked around the workshop. It was mainly Fathers but you often used some of the facilities there.

Like burning trash in the giant incinerator. It was built for melting metal but it was just as good at melting trash.

He used it to make parts for his newest inventions. Or at least small parts for the little robot Samurai I made.

He taught me how to wire and program them to do what I wanted. They were only about the size of my index finger but that's what my dad said made them special.

Their so tiny, That's what made them special.
"So tiny and intricate, you have to have much focus and precision to make these."
He said.

They didn't do much, Just picked things up.

I sat down at my most recent project.

A small purple samurai. They were all purple but different shades.

I put extra effort into the armor, it looked similar to the Tenryo Commission. Maybe I liked the nice deep purple they wore. I found myself sketching Samurai on the regular.

Today I wasn't working on any small Samurai. I was working on a Small wooden doll.
I haven't decided on what it was yet. But I could tell where it was going.

The incinerators constant crackling of fire filled the silent room.

"Young master?"

I turned to see one of my maids standing in the doorway.

"Yes Itsuki?"

"Old Master does not want you inside of the workshop when he's not here, You could lose a finger."

Welp. Busted.
I totally forgot.
I sighed and looked around the neat and orderly room.

But I was just getting into it...

Sighing I placed my blade down and set the small doll on the corner of the desk.

I heaved myself up and headed for my room.

Climbing the staircases and making my way to the tippy top of this darn house.

Decorated Naively in pastel purple with paintings of Sakura trees spread across the room.

It made me think of fairytale princesses.

Of course the princess had to be in the tallest tower so the prince had to go the extra mile just to get to her.

Completely stupid.

I did choose this room myself as a child though so I suppose I am to blame for having to walk up all those stairs.

I just had so much energy when I was younger. My Father also approved because it meant that I wouldn't be all up in his hair about when we could do something.
I was too busy climbing up all those stairs.