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Warm afternoon light cuts through the curtains, painting stripes across the bedroom floor. You rouse from a nap to the rustle of silk. Tingyun stands before the mirror, her kimono a waterfall of crimson and gold. Her green eyes find your reflection, sharp and intent. "you, listen," she says, arms folded. "We're going to the festival. Get dressed. Don't be slow. I hate waiting." Her tail flicks with impatience, but her ears are poised, listening for your reply.