The Subba Family
Morning.
(636 BCE) – Jan 1
(Subba Mansion)
First floor. On the window ledge, Princess Numanfung was sitting. Numanfung possesses an ethereal beauty that feels almost unreal. Her waist-length black hair flows like silk beneath a translucent white veil. Her crimson-tinted eyes carry both wisdom and hidden sorrow, while her graceful expression remains calm even in danger. She wears layered dark immortal robes decorated with delicate silver ornaments, giving her the presence of a celestial noblewoman.
She is known as the Lotus Beauty. She sits at number one on the younger generation's beauty list.
Title: The Five Jewels of Womanhood.
She was looking down at a giant tree that covered the sunlight below. Downside, beautiful animals were walking and eating — deer and rabbits. She was so happy today, because this day was New Year's celebration day. The news was spreading from the sky, carried by a parrot whose voice was controlled by a messenger from far away, from his house. "Today is New Year! Today is New Year! Happy New Year! At ten o'clock in the morning on Shifu Mountain there will be a mela — the mela will be organized by King Nuhang Sha. Praise the king, praise the king!" His voice echoed through the whole village.
And the messenger also said that animals were not allowed to enter the mela.
Numanfung's eyes lit up. Today is New Year — really, time passes in the blink of an eye, she thought. She smiled while looking at the animals. Now her heart truly wanted to go down. So, she teleported herself closer to the big tree.
After seeing her, they started jumping up like rabbits. Numanfung lay down and reached her two hands toward the rabbits and deer.
The deer and rabbits approached closer to her. Her hands were warm as she started patting the deer and rabbits — there were two rabbits and one deer.
In front of her there was a small pond with lotus flowers and leaves. Her mansion was made of ancient black wood wrapped in a wooden roof, and the walls were made of white stone.
Numanfung's voice spoke, "I want to take you with me to the mela, but since I can't do it..." Her expression was disappointed at not being able to go with her friends. Tears fell from her innocent eyes. The animals saw her upset expression, so they started to comfort her. The deer pressed its head to Numanfung's head, and the rabbits held against her hip, wiping away her tears.
The mela is the festival of the Limbu, Magar, Rai, and Tamang. This festival is organized every year.
There are wooden rolling swings. Two large bamboo poles are set up for people to sit cross-legged.
There are cultured foods.
(Rana Clan)
Shree Yan woke up from the bed. Behind him, birds were chirping, making the morning more beautiful.
The wind drifted through his clothes.
Dak dak dak.
Someone was knocking on the door. "Coming," he called. Opening the door, it was Yi Ner.
Yi Ner bowed to Shree Yan. "Young master, please give me permission to prepare you."
"Go on," he replied. He sat on the small wooden chair. In front of him there was a mirror. Yi Ner spoke while combing his hair. "Young master, did you ever feel lonely without family? Even when you have family, they should come to see you."
Shree Yan's face darkened. He asked, "Yi Ner!" She replied, "Y-yes... young master?" in a startled tone. He questioned, "Who ordered you to ask me that question?" His tone was cold. Yi Ner's body trembled; she immediately lay down and bowed her head. Her forehead touched the floor. "Young master, please forgive me. I — I shouldn't have asked you that question. Forgive me, young master, forgive me." Her face was covered in sweat. Her body trembled so much. She started begging Shree Yan.
Shree Yan looked down and said, "Get up. I'm not mad at you. I simply want to know why you asked me that question."
She raised her head and looked at Shree Yan. "Because before, you were in a coma, but no one came to see you, young master. Even though you have something that no one else could imagine."
This answer made him think about her, and made him curious to know her. Shree Yan turned his head and agreed to tell her. "That's because of my father."
"Your father?" She was shocked at his reply. He nodded. "It's true." She stood up. She clenched her hand against her chest. She was in disbelief at his words. Yi Ner frowned. "How can a father keep this away from his own son? This isn't right. Why are they doing that to you, young master?"
He sighed. "I know, right? Forget it. That time has already passed." Her face grew awkward at the situation, and she went back to combing his hair. "Apologies."
She dressed him — a black robe, V-style. Between his waist and hip there was a red belt, sitting above his legs.
She also brought water in a decorative bowl. Shree Yan put his feet up over the bowl. She started washing his legs. Shree Yan didn't say anything. After five minutes, it was done.
"Young master, you're looking good now," Yi Ner commented on his looks. Shree Yan came closer to her and said, "The time has come." He said something to her.
She understood something but no one understood.
He gave her a gift — an ordinary item. This item can do something but no one understood.
Then Shree Yan's lips curled.