POV: Ashina
The memory came without warning, as they always did.
One moment Ashina was standing in the manor's herb garden, cataloguing what had survived the autumn frost and what would need to be replanted in spring. The next moment she was somewhere else entirely standing in this same garden, but decades ago, the beds fuller and more precisely arranged, every plant labeled in handwriting she recognized as Mira's though she had never seen it before.
She was Mira. Or she was seeing through Mira's eyes, which was close enough to the same thing that the distinction barely mattered.
