Weak sunlight filtered in through the window, spreading a warm golden glow over the large kitchen.  A young woman snored softly at the broad wooden table, playing a clump of herbs in her sleep.
	"Jin Feng, what do you think you're doing?!" a woman's voice snapped in horror.  "Do you realize how hard that was to find?"
	The blonde girl yawned broadly and rubbed her eyes in confusion.  "What am I doing here?" she asked, sleepily.  "Good morning, Baachan..."
	"Good morning nothing!" the older woman growled.  "You nearly ruined another of my precious dried herbs with your heedless actions!  How many times have I told you to put the medicinal items in their proper place before you nod off?!"
	Jin Feng turned bright red and began twirling her hair nervously.  "I guess I forgot again..." she trailed off.  "I'm sorry, Baachan!"
	"Sorry?" the old woman snorted.  "How many times am I going to have to hear that from you?  I didn't bring you up to be that spineless, granddaughter, and with your training as a healer, you ought to be able to remember simple instructions about proper storage by now!"  Her face softened slightly, and she ruffled her granddaughter's shoulder length golden brown hair.  "Please try to concentrate, dear heart," Baachan advised tenderly.  "You have the potential to be a wonderful healer if only you get your head out of the clouds."
	The girl sighed sadly.  "You always tell me that, but all I can do is make illusions of silly things like flowers and animals..." She fingered the "Kin" tattoos on her wrist bitterly.  "What's the point of these if I can't actually *do* anything?!"
	The old woman grabbed her shoulders painfully and forced her to look in the ancient eyes.  "There will come a time when you will become more than you expect," she insisted forcefully.  "Wait and see!"