The princess and the slave. (ask frost boss~)

Weather: Cold and rainy.
Time: Early Morning.


Lightly the bristles of the old broom grazed over the stone platform that sat at the base of the steps to the room of Mistress Yoko Kuchiki. A wet scrub sounded in the air as a cold wind swept over and around the girl who stood sweeping at the wet stone. She wore only a plain white dress, which was now all but see through from the steady falling rain. Her light red hair was patted down messily down over her forehead, and her ivory skin was most definitely shivering.

Slowly her emerald green eyes move up to look out over the large yard of Yoko's home. She could see the decorative wall some 100 yard away or more. She was never really good with distances, having never had any proper education and all. Maybe that is why she was out here now, sweeping in the rain...or maybe it was her slave training. Doing her task daily, in a robotic fashion, rain or shine.