Relics From Another Era

Shikahime entered what would be a darkened house. Another late night meant everyone else was already in bed. So she quietly closed the door, yawning slightly before seeking the kitchen. Building a massive meal from what Hime could find in the cupboards, she waited as various portions finished before consuming every last bit, resulting in several discarded plates she would subsequently wash and place in their proper locations. Having satisfied her hunger for the time being, she went upstairs to shower after placing her anbu uniform in the dirty pile of her room. Hime sighed. The mission had been successful, if a bit rushed due to the primary objectives. What mattered though was its completion, and that much had been assured. Turning the facet off, she slid into some pjs are raking through her long sunset locks, a shade of auburn now because of their wetness. Grabbing a book, Shikahime returned to her room, eying her anbu mask before putting it away. After a stretch, she settled down finally, relying on generous moonlight filtering through her window in order to read the content of her book's pages. Despite having no one to greet her because of the late hour, Shikahime found such silence restful. It allowed her to mediate upon the various issues and missions she had yet to finish and the affairs she had to put in order. Nevertheless, she could feel her eyes closing, the late night catching up with her. For now at least, she would succumb to the land of dreams, earning a much needed reprieve from the busy schedule that was her life.