A warm oblivion, that's what Sayomi's mind had settled into while waiting for her little snow lily to make her own way to the lite hideaway they both managed to escape to for but a scant week or two out of the year. She grinned a little as she sipped at her tea,  hands cupping the bowl that held the liquid gently and greedily sapping the warmth from it. She hoped that the snows would continue to fall as they had been doing recently. It would buy her an extra week of dallying with the woman she loved, she hoped.No one would expect her to move in the middle of snow flurries after all, even as a brave samrai she was not expected to be /that/ bold.<br/><br/>Time passes slowly. What feels like an eternity creeps by her,  slowly dragging itself by in hopes of tormenting her. Eventually a worry begins to settle over her and her brows furrow slightly. She fidgits,  shifting from her kneeling position at the table to a more comfortable cross-legged. It continues like this for some time before she forces herself to pour yet another helping of the tea and concentrate elsewhere. She'd taught Sakura how to defend herself without weapons, the most she could do with the laws forbidding peasants from carrying weapons.  If her Yuri, her lily, had really got into trouble the woman would have wounded her attacked with ease. If her little yuri was anything it certainly was not shy despite her demure build and station in life.<br/><br/>Just as the bushi had settled her troubling thoughts and her face once more settled into a placid sea of calm the door to the hut slid open and soft footsteps could be heard making their way slowly towards the kitchen where the small table was set. When it wqd Sakura that appeared in the doorway Sayomi immediately began smiling behind the bowl she had clasped in front of her face and it only widened as the bold courtesan stepped forward and placed the familiar looking box on the table and spoke her peace.<br/><br/>A soft laugh followed from the samurai. It was not mocking or chiding but warm and comforting,  and most certainly not the ladylike giggle usually expected of women of her high station. She sets down the bowl of tea with a soft clatter on the wooden table as her lover kneels and leans on the deceptively sturdy piece of furniture and her gray eyes carefully take in the appearance of her lover. " Forever. " she intones coyly,  her brows raised subtly as she admires her little yuri's bangs and how they framed her face. They were the same ones she so sweetly hid behind when Sayomi had first glanced St her with a client so long ago in the little tea house in town. " That is a long time. Are you so sure you're ready for that? " the little smile on her face showed she was just teasing as she moved slightly out from the table and set her hands on either side of her lap to offer Sakura her seat,  the second bowl of tea set by the samurai's own the subtle hint of her intentions.<br/><br/>" I am glad you are so close. Did you get the three I sent you last month? " sayomi fully supported the woman's wish,  even if it were just adhering to an old wive's tale. She would never bring herself to crush her lover's hopes and when she did reach the mystical thousand and one cranes Sayomi would spring her own plan into action. The samurai was so cclose to convincing her husband to buy the woman out as a wife under the guise of herself being entirely 'barren' . No mystical crane would come to her lover's rescue but she would at least,  even of it were to suffer marriage together at least they'd heave each other. " They were quite hard to fold without ruining the kanji on them.. harder yet to get to you without people.knowing you could read. " of course women were forbidden from such unless noble,  yet another thing Sayomi had taught Sakura.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>