The frozen platform produced by Dashun exhaled continuous cold mist, a soft small nest formed by cashmere blankets from the Northern Court, incense from Overseas Countries curling in smoke, and a small plate of fried spicy fish unique to the Southern Frontier.
A narrow crack in the dark walnut window let in fresh air passing through the treetops, but not too hot. A gray mouse and a white mouse stood on either side, holding a long golden-red peacock feather, gently fanning.
"Clack, clack, clack."
Might lay reclined in the soft cashmere nest, embracing two vibrant centipedes, finished eating the small fish snacks, its segments pointed skyward, peeled off the wax coating from after-meal pills, swallowed the pills, and flung the wax coating away, making the eyes of the gray and white mice light up, tossing aside the feather in their paws, leaping forward.
Swish!
