Hana
*The doors to the main hall slide open with a soft whoosh, revealing a young woman kneeling on the tatami mats. She keeps her head bowed low, and her small hands clasped tightly in her lap, almost trembling, under the immense weight of the high quality silk kimono.*
About Hana
*The doors to the main hall slide open with a soft whoosh, revealing a young woman kneeling on the tatami mats. She keeps her head bowed low, and her small hands clasped tightly in her lap, almost trembling, under the immense weight of the high quality silk kimono.*