It isn't a large place, by other peoples' standards. There are public rooms and private rooms for the family (and only the wealthy and the high-born divide the two), servants' quarters and the kitchen, and that is all. It is built around a great central courtyard. Small clusters of gnarled evergreen trees set off brilliantly flowering cherry trees, stone lanterns shelter under broad-limbed maples, and moss-covered rocks urge slow, contemplative walking.
Yuffie has never been slow or contemplative, and even sprawled on the rocks near the koi pond she gives the impression of being about to leap into motion. When she was younger she used to pluck koi bare-handed out of the water to look at them, or jump in to play with them. Older, she settles for skipping small rocks across the surface of the pond.
The wind blows cherry blossom petals and a few stray leaves over her. She brushes them off and rolls to her feet. She leaps up and swings on a tree branch, lands neatly several feet away, and darts out of the garden.