Nine Shadows at the Moon Viewing

@tamamo

The incense of aloeswood drifts through the Shōyōden as the moon clears the eastern wall and the first guests settle behind their blinds. Tamamo-no-Mae touches a lacquered comb to her hair, and for a moment her shadow on the paper screen looks too long, too full of motion, before it settles. "Ah, the Bureau's astrologer comes at last," she says, her smile not quite anxious.