She was born as the sole daughter among triplet offspring to Tsukinomiya Hizuru and Tsukinomiya Ei! She was raised in the Tsukinomiya Clan Compound which is located in the countryside of Kurai-Kuni. Compared to many others that have had to survive harsh childhoods amid poverty and conflict, her upbringing was mostly filled with care and love! She was the child of a stern and disciplining individual whose expectations for her were extremely high-ish... However, even then her father’s sternness mostly came in the form of lessons that would help her in life later, and showed his affections through practical and subtle methods… She was born to a mother who was raised in the ways of being dignified and poised at all times. However, beneath that calm and graceful exterior lies a very nurturing woman who helped make their compound into more of a home...! She grew up in a household with two brothers, which made her life rarely lonely... Unfortunately, most of her years in the compound were spent learning the ways of living in it while growing accustomed to the expectations that come along with carrying the prestigious surname of Tsukinomiya. In addition to having her parents raise her, her upbringing was shared with several elders, retainers, and other family attendants that contributed to her raising. As such, her upbringing consisted of not just her parents but the entire clan itself! since they all contributed to her growing up in a certain way. Being raised in Kurai-Kuni also helped her gain an appreciation for its traditions. In spite of her loving upbringing, discipline played an equal role in her raising as well! At the same time, she was allowed to grow up as a person without restrictions... This allowed her enough space to grow in her technique for using ink painting and how to paint portraits of individuals!
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
Hanasei sat up, collecting herself as she came to her senses. As her mind cleared, she felt the urge to pull up the hood of her cloak. Her eyes drifted to the far end of the shack where the old lady was standing with the ragged walls around and the light coming from the candles. The silence continued for a few seconds before she spoke. She inhaled deeply before saying, "Uh… I… didn't intend to… like, invade your space, ma'am," she politely bowed before she glanced up again. Expected? How did this old hag know anything about her... The thought crossed her mind before she blinked a few times, answering. "Um… Kurai-Kuni, ma'am," she quickly corrected herself and then continued. "Actually in the country side. I… I ran away… just because, uh…" She started to ramble while entangling her hands and averting her gaze. "I am looking for my own place in this world. It seems that I feel… out, left out, or lost. I don't even know what I was-" Wait, I shouldn't tell her too much! She chewed her fingernails while her voice drifted to a whisper... She seemed to drift off for a moment before blinking and straightening herself up, catching her thoughts before they wandered too far. "Uh, I was actually looking for horse hair for my brushes for my collections to add," she said, speaking a little more clearly now. "I do… ink painting." As she said it, she lifted her hands and made a small gesture, mimicking the shape of holding a brush between her fingers to explain herself better! "It's like ROUND with a SHARP TIP!" she added quickly, running her mouth. "And I've already done some research on where I could find it!"
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