The Rainbow Grows

She awoke to sunshine streaming through her windows, and the loud arguments of her guild members. The woman rolled to her side, touching her belly; it had grown a bit. Turning her attention to the couch in her room, Ao would find it predictably empty, though the indentation of its inhabitant remained. Despite making arrangements for the young woman to have her own room, it seemed she was most comfortable here. Though it didn't change the girl's habits. She was always up early, often before the sunrise. Stretching, the guildmaster yawned, rummaging through her closet for something comfortable before slipping it on. Her thoughts drifted to how seriously her daughter had taken the words to heart. Driven seemed to be an understatement given how quickly Arsira had grown. Nevertheless, there was still much to be done, as mastering some elements proved more difficult than others. With that in mind, Aojiro exited her room, ignoring her underlings as she went outside, knowing the young woman would be hard at work already. "An early riser as always," Aojiro said in greeting, watching her child go through the motions.