"Hold still, Mother-in-law! If you keep squirming, the eyeliner will be crooked, and the ancestors will mock your symmetry!"
"I am squirming because Yua is currently trying to physically sever me in half with a piece of silk!" I wheezed, gripping the edge of the dressing screen.
"Just one more breath, Lady Kitsune!" Yua apologized frantically, practically bracing her foot against my lower back to pull the heavy, dark crimson obi sash tight. "The Warlord's colors must be properly displayed!"
I let out a long, suffering sigh as the heavy fabric locked into place.
The dressing room was a whirlwind of expensive textiles and floating paper shikigami. Haru was taking her self-appointed job as my personal stylist incredibly seriously. The Agent of Spring had completely rejected my usual plain charcoal wool. Instead, I was currently buried under layers of deep, blood-red silk embroidered with silver pine branches and twisting blue foxes.
