Tenten felt a blast of cool winter air drift over her face through the open windows of the carriage. Beside her, she heard a gasp of delight. As she directed her gaze to her left, she found her courtesan-sister peering out the window, with the curtain halfway pulled back with her hands. Tenten held her tongue, making a decision not to admonish the younger girl; after all, Moegi had only turned ten earlier in the year, and this was probably the first time in quite some time that she’d seen something other than the walls of the Flower House or the temple. This newfound freedom must have excited her.
Untitled Fic, Chapter 1 (Draft)