Himiko hates the smell of flowers.
She wasn't supposed to wander as far as the clearing where wildflowers grew, but if she finished her lessons, Aniki would just smile at her bouquets and say nothing of how far she'd gone.
When he died, she couldn't afford a proper funeral. But she could afford flowers. She covered the grave in them. Inside his cheap coffin, his hands were folded around a bouquet of wildflowers.
But from then on, the scent of flowers was irrevocably tied to a different smell entirely: her brother's blood.