Chapter 2.3
“Butterfly, she who rushes ahead, doesn’t go far.”
“Yes master, and she who tries to shine, dims her own light.”
“Yes, that is so.”
“Do you not trust the Falcon?”
Michi laid a soft hand on Katashi’s shoulder, “I trust you all or you all would not be among my inner circle.”
Michi lowered his hand and turned back to the garden. A squirrel ran across the rocks, disturbing them almost imperceptibly to the untrained eye. Katashi rose and taking the rake, deftly realigned the silver moon without a trace of broken continuity in the pattern. Quite impressive, thought Michi, I am not sure even I could have done that without starting the pattern from the beginning.
“I am sure our skilled gardner would be happy if he knew you were here to take care of any unlikely and unforseen disturbances. If there are many to care for a thing it is sure to flourish.”
“I understand, Master, and will send word when necessary.”
“Thank you, Butterfly,” Michi said with deep respect, watching his favorite pupil bow and walk away.
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