<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130219153348/l5r/images/4/46/Isawa_Hibana.jpg)</div><br/><br/>The morning hours came again.  A child of fire and light, Hotaru had a love and hate relationship with the light that now shined through her eyelids.  On one hand the warmth of the sun and the nourishment of a new day were welcomed.  On the other hand was the nausea she felt at the harsh blinding of the light when those eyelids lifted along with the warming smell of the results such nausea had brought her last night.  One hand clawed at the table beside her, knocking over an empty sake bottle while struggling to find one only half empty so that she might have something to relieve the pounding in her head.  Last night she only remember fragments of celebration as she rejoiced at having some form of Imperial duty.  There were men involved, maybe a few women and a great deal of alcohol.  Then she remembered the muscular figure and knew well the Crab drink had done her in along with the Crab merchant.  Bastard had promised her the strongest drink she had tasted and delivered.  Judging from her bedroom, she had made some promises as well.<br/><br/>A hand to her kimono had her soon dressed and stumbling outside once again.  Another day and another adventure for her to experience.  One hand lifted to stifle a yawn before rising upward to adjust her hair, tugging the bun as if to straighten its position.  Eyes crusted with sleep tried to adjust to her surroundings, orient herself to where she had awoken before running a steadying hand over her scroll satchel.  Maybe today would be better or at least end better than last night.<br/>