The Old Party
"Didn't go so well?" Kazi asked.
"No." Sun-young leaned on the wall, arms crossed and eyes heavy. "I didn't even get to ask."
Kazi's personal dimension had changed significantly since the last time she visited. The house was only given one floor and was very long, its sturdy walls woven from bamboo. It reminded Sun-young of Japanese homes, though according to Kazi, this was a Bangladeshi design. The rooms were spacious and cozy, laid with soft cushions. The bamboo lattice casted dappled patterns of light and shadow across the wooden floors, the sunlight coming in the form of lanterns outside.