Flowers don't cry

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The moon was beautiful. It was always beautiful, but today it felt... special. Standing with half her body submerged in the pool of clear waters of the small ground tub, big enough to fit at least a dozen people, but that is a perk of being in the home of those with power and riches.

The glass roof allowed the glimmers of light cover her body with the shine reflected by the moon, nigh baths were not her favourite, but tonight felt special. - "What are you thinking of?" – the woman asked her. – "It's a full moon, but I've never seen it shine this bright." – A smile crept on her lips as she answered. Normally, the young pinket would feel uncomfortable to be watched as she took her bath, as many years passed, and the blond woman had become more as a shadow asking her questions instead of just supervising her rituals. – "May I ask a question?" –

- "What is your question, Sakura?" – the blonde was curious, but her voice showed how displeased she was, she hated being asked anything.

Without turning or locking eyes, the pinket kept her gaze upon the moon. – "If there is a Moon Goddess, is there a God for the Sun?" – she always wondered why her people only worshipped the moon Goddess and could never find a single book or story about any other deity.

– "There is a God for everything, don't you remember?" – the blond always answered with questions.

That was obvious, but she wanted to know more. – "Do you think the Goddess of the moon cares for the God or Goddess of the Sun?" – the pinket pried.

A couple of second passed, she did not mind. Her gaze never left the moon unless she needed to, the blonde owner of the Castle would only stare back at her if she turned her way, Sakura always felt uncomfortable when they made eye contact... - "What does the moon mean to you, Sakura?" –

Without a beat she answered. – "Hope." – a few seconds of silence told her she was expecting her to continue. – "The moon shines because of the Sun, we know there's hope for another day with its magnificent shine. We would be lost in the darkness without the moon." –

- "How do you know that?" – Her question was laced with controlled anger. – "You spoke with the foreigners, didn't you, Sakura?" –

As a curious cat that she was, the pinket would listen intently to what others said, especially when it was about the ways other cultures and people saw the world, discoveries, stories, history. She wanted to listen and read all about it.

This angered greatly her blonde host, influence from the outside of her beloved land and citizens caused her great displeasure. – "I heard it, yet I did not think it would anger you, it's something they call science." –

There was no question made, therefore no answer was given.... They never entangled in conversation, their only communication was based on the blonde asking Sakura questions, what she learned during the day, the newest book of herbs she read, meditation, anything that had to do with her teachings and preparation. Sakura knew nothing about the woman that her village didn't already knew.

Tall, long blonde curls, blue eyes, fair skin that looked to have never been touched by the sun, a face that has never aged since she took on her crown.

The woman was beautiful and elegant, she walked in the finest silk and enchanted anyone with her voice. Anyone, except Sakura.

She did not like the woman, not because her beauty was unreal, that is the thing. She did not look real.

In her eyes, with her own ears, even when the finest scent of the blonde's perfume. All seemed so... fake, almost as if there was no person behind her, watching her, asking her questions.