“What’s this now…?” Hakuba canted his head to one side as he lifted the rose, confused expression softening to something fond as fingertips from his opposite hand moved over the petals gently. Silky velvet. Almost like the smooth fabric of someone’s white suit and cape… He looked out to the garden again, eyes scanning the dark for that same flash of white but, alas. It was gone.
“…I suppose I should get to writing more riddles, then…"