<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/lin%20mei%20huai_zpskndhd2im.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Ta Mei Huai<br/><strong>Element :</strong>Water<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>Paper Boat Festival<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Open<br/><br/>Ta Mei Huai did what she always did at festivals like these - smile and fade into the scenery. As the other concubines did likewise, she slowly walked to and fro, filling cups, serving plates, greeting guests with a simple nod. Usually, Lord Chiang had servants for such things, but, even though the servants were still quite active, the very act of service itself fell to the women of the household. Not the wife, of course, but the concubines. Such was the way of things, and Mei had grown accustomed to it. After years of training and experience, it came naturally to her, almost as naturally as... But there was no time to think about that now.<br/><br/>Yet think of it she did. Her gaze passed occasionally across the water to the spectacle about to unfold on the poles therein. Was she... wistful? Jealous? It was hard to say, but whichever it may have been if any, she chose not to show it, hiding behind the mask of decorum she had developed - she had to develop - in her time at the castle. It was  a good life. Mei had no regrets.<br/><br/>None she would admit to anyway.<br/><br/><br/>