The sun felt warm on Mei's skin as she walked out into her courtyard. Rukia waddled behind her mother as they headed out for their afternoon tea, with a servant at each of her sides; in case she fell over. A soft, slightly lonely smile stretched across her face as she prayed that the noise from earlier meant that her father was right..
'I haven't seen Skye in so long.. Will she care about me the same? Does she still consider me her sister, like I do her? Was our bond strong enough to last so many years apart? Will she still be the same person? Or will the court in Alcon have changed her?'
As Mei stood in her courtyard thinking, the servants set out her blanket and tea set. She had been taught the Seven Traditions of Tea, but preferred not to stand on ceremony when relaxing with her daughter. She would soon be subjected to various training traditions that Mei didn't approve of, so she wanted Rukia to have as much of a childhood as possible now.