Post by Cecania on Jul 17, 2014 5:00:29 GMT -5
Arrangements made, preparations already seen to and going accordingly to the schedule she had given to those beneath her command, Cecania brooded before the night sky from the comfort of the little glass enclosed room.
An odd room, for certain, but one she had enjoyed playing with the children in when they had been younger, and otherwise taking time to convene with the world around her in silence. It was sparsely decorated, merely a handful of low to the ground seats and several cushions littered through the flat tatami surface. Tea ceremonies were often held here, despite the lack of shoji to give it the true traditional feeling one might have expected.
The rose haired woman was currently lounging against one of the curved seats, long limbs sprawled in an all together feline-like spineless grace over the arms of one arm. Thoughtful expression upon the furrowed brow, teal eyes framed by long, dusty rose colored lashes remained half-lidded as she drifted within her own mind. Scenarios turned themselves over within her thoughts, branching outward into each scenario that could possibly come of the events she had set up- and how those events could lead to future ones.
Only five- a flick of her eyes towards the clock standing stoically in the corner- ten minutes ago, she had placed the series of calls to the kitchen to check upon the status of the meal, to the staff to ensure things were settled for the evening, and then, last, but not least...
The call to one Nakahara Satsuki to ensure things were going to come into place at just the right time.
"Concerns" regarding the paparazzi had been discussed at intensive length- something about having stalkers that even she couldn't manage to find a way to handle- and the plans forwarded via secure means to ensure a safe and proper delivery to their destination at the Tsutsugami estate.
"M-milady?" High, clear, and sweet, one of the younger maids poked her braided head into the room with a good deal of trepidation written in large brown eyes. She looked about fifteen if she was a day, Cecania thought distantly as she sent a lidded glance in the girl's direction, patiently awaiting the question that was to come.
Fidgeting and a fight against the urge to flee, the young woman entered the room fully with a deep bow. "Tis time, milady, as you requested."
So it was, she thought with glance at the clock and uncurled her legs from their draped position to hit the floor. One hand smoothed the long pink locks back from her face, heavy with their small, tight waves as the length was, she caught the moon in her vision and studied it. "Thank you, Suzume-san, was it not?" A velvety voice filled with the husky purr of a contented cat playing coy with a favored companion. It was a voice that startled most who heard it, given her heritage and overall appearance. One often thought her voice would be harsh and coarse like a hag's, or sweet, high, and clear like that of a blushing maiden's own.
The girl flushed with a mix of terror and pleasure that the wife of their great Daimyo had cared enough to know her name. "Y-yes milady, b-but you ma-"
The smile she turned upon the girl was gentle and kind, a maternal look that gave the girl a longing of home up in the colder air of Hokkaido. "Enough, I may be a terror to most here, but I do promise I would not strike with tongue or hand 'lest there was appropriate reason. I am no oni to gobble up young girls or men in the night." Teasing in tone, she watched Suzume's cheeks go from pink to scarlet at the gentle censure. "Now, be a good child and do go inform my husband that we are to meet our special guest for dinner at the top of the hour." A pause, considering the manner in which her husband had been playing with the Council's delicate sensibilities again. Given their guest, she supposed it wouldn't be too terribly unusual should he dress in a particularly eccentric manner.
"Please inform him that tonight's guest would likely enjoy a more... toned down formality than what we have been accustomed to. Cocktail party attire is appropriate, I would say." She gave a bit of a tilt of her head in the brunette's direction, the glint of an inside joke gleaming within the gemstone-like quality of her eyes.
A joke that the girl caught on to immediately and tried to hide her delight in being let in on. Few were the servants who did not see, or at least hear of the rather eccentric outfits that their Lord deemed appropriate to wear upon certain days when it suited his mood- or purpose when it came to scandalizing particular individuals. She bowed again, twice in rapid succession and disappeared with a flutter of navy sleeves and the flash of yellow about her middle that drew the eye away from the strong color.
Cute child, she'd have to keep an eye on that one and see what school she attended. If it were Koyuki and Maiko's, she might be able to get a little information out of her in exchange for a bit of something extra to enjoy the life of a teenaged girl more.
...whatever it meant to be a teenager in this day and age.
Her eyes returned to the outside, the whispering scrape of her feet against tatami the only sound aside from the constant tic-tic-tic of the clock as she drew close to the glass walls. Knowing she would smudge the glass, Cecania's fingertips rested against the cold surface separating her and the rest of the world that lay shrouded in darkness beyond.
The moon was pure, virgin white.
All was right.
Something within her chest loosened, a pit releasing some of the weight it held within her stomach as she gave herself reason to turn away.
One anxiety settled.
Now, what was she to wear?
--
It was a black strapless number that flattered her figure without drawing accusatory stares that implied she was dressing unfitting of a woman married these last fourteen years. She paid careful attention to the accessories- nothing terribly flashy and gaudy, while still maintaining a certain level of glitter one would come to expect from a wife in a prestigious family- and then studied the wavy cascade of soft pastel locks hitting just past the curve of her rear. Hmm... Tradition usually meant that one's hair should be pulled up in some manner, to lengthen the graceful column of her neck and call attention to the soft curve of her shoulders to make a striking silhouette.
Lilac nails flashed through the petal colored tresses as the image she wanted took place in her mind's eye. Drew the sides up, held them in place out of the way, one hand holding them in place as she fished through a drawer in her boudoir for a pin with four pale white and gilt edged plumeria blossoms. A flash of fire lit the hearts of each, some sort of small stone that caught the light at their heart as she secured the clip with a small snck of the fastening mechanism echoing quietly.
She spent the next few minutes spritzing her hair, crunching the waves and coaxing them into a curly mass that trailed down her back in large spirals. A swipe of mascara darkened her lashes, the darkened frame about her eyes suggesting the lightest touch of eyeliner highlight and accentuate the vivid shade of her irises, and the slightest touch of something soft, opalescent in nature that glittered when it caught the light to further draw the eye to her own.
Fourteen years... she marveled at the number, and shoved the thoughts back where they had come from in the back of her mind as she studied herself in the mirror with a purse of her lightly sheened lips at her own reflection.
I am certainly not the girl I used to be. She found herself lamenting the loss of such a thing, despite knowing full well her skin and overall features would have one placing her at somewhere in her mid twenties rather than the early thirties.
Being from a pure blooded spiritual family did have its perks, after all. A reduced aging speed was certainly one of the bigger ones, even if the grand majority of them didn't live to see what age the longevity would end at. Dying from "natural causes" was not a fate many Quincy saw; not in their world of violence and destruction.
Black strappy heels one could definitely claim as "sassy" were slipped upon her feet- toes painted an exquisite shade similar to that of her fingernails with a bit of something that made them glow in the light.
She was ready, and already heading out with a thin, gauzy shawl draped upon her shoulders to go greet their guests as they arrived in the private driveway used only by the family.
Cecania cut an impressive figure, walking with a model's confident, graceful stride down the walk. The wind tossed her hair playfully, bouncing the artfully curled, half-up style about her hips and back as she flashed a pearl-like smile in the sleek vehicle's direction. "Good evening, and welcome to the Tsutsugami Estate. It is truly a pleasure and honor to meet your acquaintance."
Haruki had been issued orders to wait in the dining hall in preparation for their guest to arrive. Whether or not that stubborn man would sit and await his surprise properly, or come looking for what sort of mischief his wife was supposedly up to was something else all together. After the... disaster their business trip had been, the pink haired woman was more than a little hopeful that such a surprise would help ease the tensions between them.
After all, this was the son of a favorite actress of his- and what better way to curry her husband's favor than to prove she hadn't just been 'pretending' to be interested in what was important to him?
--
WC: 1700
GP: 34
An odd room, for certain, but one she had enjoyed playing with the children in when they had been younger, and otherwise taking time to convene with the world around her in silence. It was sparsely decorated, merely a handful of low to the ground seats and several cushions littered through the flat tatami surface. Tea ceremonies were often held here, despite the lack of shoji to give it the true traditional feeling one might have expected.
The rose haired woman was currently lounging against one of the curved seats, long limbs sprawled in an all together feline-like spineless grace over the arms of one arm. Thoughtful expression upon the furrowed brow, teal eyes framed by long, dusty rose colored lashes remained half-lidded as she drifted within her own mind. Scenarios turned themselves over within her thoughts, branching outward into each scenario that could possibly come of the events she had set up- and how those events could lead to future ones.
Only five- a flick of her eyes towards the clock standing stoically in the corner- ten minutes ago, she had placed the series of calls to the kitchen to check upon the status of the meal, to the staff to ensure things were settled for the evening, and then, last, but not least...
The call to one Nakahara Satsuki to ensure things were going to come into place at just the right time.
"Concerns" regarding the paparazzi had been discussed at intensive length- something about having stalkers that even she couldn't manage to find a way to handle- and the plans forwarded via secure means to ensure a safe and proper delivery to their destination at the Tsutsugami estate.
"M-milady?" High, clear, and sweet, one of the younger maids poked her braided head into the room with a good deal of trepidation written in large brown eyes. She looked about fifteen if she was a day, Cecania thought distantly as she sent a lidded glance in the girl's direction, patiently awaiting the question that was to come.
Fidgeting and a fight against the urge to flee, the young woman entered the room fully with a deep bow. "Tis time, milady, as you requested."
So it was, she thought with glance at the clock and uncurled her legs from their draped position to hit the floor. One hand smoothed the long pink locks back from her face, heavy with their small, tight waves as the length was, she caught the moon in her vision and studied it. "Thank you, Suzume-san, was it not?" A velvety voice filled with the husky purr of a contented cat playing coy with a favored companion. It was a voice that startled most who heard it, given her heritage and overall appearance. One often thought her voice would be harsh and coarse like a hag's, or sweet, high, and clear like that of a blushing maiden's own.
The girl flushed with a mix of terror and pleasure that the wife of their great Daimyo had cared enough to know her name. "Y-yes milady, b-but you ma-"
The smile she turned upon the girl was gentle and kind, a maternal look that gave the girl a longing of home up in the colder air of Hokkaido. "Enough, I may be a terror to most here, but I do promise I would not strike with tongue or hand 'lest there was appropriate reason. I am no oni to gobble up young girls or men in the night." Teasing in tone, she watched Suzume's cheeks go from pink to scarlet at the gentle censure. "Now, be a good child and do go inform my husband that we are to meet our special guest for dinner at the top of the hour." A pause, considering the manner in which her husband had been playing with the Council's delicate sensibilities again. Given their guest, she supposed it wouldn't be too terribly unusual should he dress in a particularly eccentric manner.
"Please inform him that tonight's guest would likely enjoy a more... toned down formality than what we have been accustomed to. Cocktail party attire is appropriate, I would say." She gave a bit of a tilt of her head in the brunette's direction, the glint of an inside joke gleaming within the gemstone-like quality of her eyes.
A joke that the girl caught on to immediately and tried to hide her delight in being let in on. Few were the servants who did not see, or at least hear of the rather eccentric outfits that their Lord deemed appropriate to wear upon certain days when it suited his mood- or purpose when it came to scandalizing particular individuals. She bowed again, twice in rapid succession and disappeared with a flutter of navy sleeves and the flash of yellow about her middle that drew the eye away from the strong color.
Cute child, she'd have to keep an eye on that one and see what school she attended. If it were Koyuki and Maiko's, she might be able to get a little information out of her in exchange for a bit of something extra to enjoy the life of a teenaged girl more.
...whatever it meant to be a teenager in this day and age.
Her eyes returned to the outside, the whispering scrape of her feet against tatami the only sound aside from the constant tic-tic-tic of the clock as she drew close to the glass walls. Knowing she would smudge the glass, Cecania's fingertips rested against the cold surface separating her and the rest of the world that lay shrouded in darkness beyond.
The moon was pure, virgin white.
All was right.
Something within her chest loosened, a pit releasing some of the weight it held within her stomach as she gave herself reason to turn away.
One anxiety settled.
Now, what was she to wear?
--
It was a black strapless number that flattered her figure without drawing accusatory stares that implied she was dressing unfitting of a woman married these last fourteen years. She paid careful attention to the accessories- nothing terribly flashy and gaudy, while still maintaining a certain level of glitter one would come to expect from a wife in a prestigious family- and then studied the wavy cascade of soft pastel locks hitting just past the curve of her rear. Hmm... Tradition usually meant that one's hair should be pulled up in some manner, to lengthen the graceful column of her neck and call attention to the soft curve of her shoulders to make a striking silhouette.
Lilac nails flashed through the petal colored tresses as the image she wanted took place in her mind's eye. Drew the sides up, held them in place out of the way, one hand holding them in place as she fished through a drawer in her boudoir for a pin with four pale white and gilt edged plumeria blossoms. A flash of fire lit the hearts of each, some sort of small stone that caught the light at their heart as she secured the clip with a small snck of the fastening mechanism echoing quietly.
She spent the next few minutes spritzing her hair, crunching the waves and coaxing them into a curly mass that trailed down her back in large spirals. A swipe of mascara darkened her lashes, the darkened frame about her eyes suggesting the lightest touch of eyeliner highlight and accentuate the vivid shade of her irises, and the slightest touch of something soft, opalescent in nature that glittered when it caught the light to further draw the eye to her own.
Fourteen years... she marveled at the number, and shoved the thoughts back where they had come from in the back of her mind as she studied herself in the mirror with a purse of her lightly sheened lips at her own reflection.
I am certainly not the girl I used to be. She found herself lamenting the loss of such a thing, despite knowing full well her skin and overall features would have one placing her at somewhere in her mid twenties rather than the early thirties.
Being from a pure blooded spiritual family did have its perks, after all. A reduced aging speed was certainly one of the bigger ones, even if the grand majority of them didn't live to see what age the longevity would end at. Dying from "natural causes" was not a fate many Quincy saw; not in their world of violence and destruction.
Black strappy heels one could definitely claim as "sassy" were slipped upon her feet- toes painted an exquisite shade similar to that of her fingernails with a bit of something that made them glow in the light.
She was ready, and already heading out with a thin, gauzy shawl draped upon her shoulders to go greet their guests as they arrived in the private driveway used only by the family.
Cecania cut an impressive figure, walking with a model's confident, graceful stride down the walk. The wind tossed her hair playfully, bouncing the artfully curled, half-up style about her hips and back as she flashed a pearl-like smile in the sleek vehicle's direction. "Good evening, and welcome to the Tsutsugami Estate. It is truly a pleasure and honor to meet your acquaintance."
Haruki had been issued orders to wait in the dining hall in preparation for their guest to arrive. Whether or not that stubborn man would sit and await his surprise properly, or come looking for what sort of mischief his wife was supposedly up to was something else all together. After the... disaster their business trip had been, the pink haired woman was more than a little hopeful that such a surprise would help ease the tensions between them.
After all, this was the son of a favorite actress of his- and what better way to curry her husband's favor than to prove she hadn't just been 'pretending' to be interested in what was important to him?
--
WC: 1700
GP: 34
