Post by Nagisa on Nov 29, 2014 10:33:31 GMT -5
It was a beautiful day. The sun hung heavy in the sky before a blue sky with only the occasional white cloud. It was untypically warm for the season, but Nagisa was happy about it for she froze all too easily. It was the day after the recital and while the event itself had gone much better than the young woman had anticipated everything after had gone to hell in a hand basket quite quickly. Wardrobe malfunctions whilst meeting a celebrity, having to wear foreign clothes on a long and shameful walk home, thus missing the party and having to do awkward explanations to friends…[i[At the end of it all, it was a good day though.
[/i] Nagisa thought as she dressed herself. Playing for so many people was fun, albeit scary, and having met him… A small blush crept into her pale cheeks and a slender hand wandered towards a neatly folded rope that lay next to her mirror. Caressing the fabric the woman vividly remembered its autumn smell, as well as the prince and gentleman who had worn it. I have to wash it and give it back, Nagi reflected.[/p]
It will be a good excuse to go and see him again. the Farseer chimed in with an amused smile on her face.
Trying her best to neither smile sheepishly nor grow even more crimson than she already had Nagisa placed a blue ribbon between her lips to tie her hair. One wide bang of her fell over the right part of her face, just as she had seen in Misaki’s magazine, the rest was to artistically fall and look natural but impressive – it took the woman several attempts before giving up in frustration. Rising from the ground the Chinda was dressed in a modified version of her uniform. Despite it being her day off it didn’t quite feel right to not show her status as a soldier – something Nagi was sure Kiriko wouldn’t even dream of doing. The left arm had a wide sleeve with several small pockets inside whereas the right was rolled up and exposed her tattooed shoulder. “On second thought…” insecure about whether or not that was a good idea Nagisa stood in front of the mirror in contemplation.
You could always wait with the preferential treatment until you have achieved a position of rank and name, provided the Spirit with a convenient but teasing excuse.
“Ah…yeah, maybe. A normal uniform it is then…but with the red scarf!”
It took the Chinda several minutes to reach the relative isolation of the gardens. Only a few others seemed present, most of them couples, one man lazily sleeping in the grass, making it the perfect environment for Nagisa’s hobbies. With a childish smile on her face the woman opened the bag she had brought and retrieved three kites from its depths. A red one, modeled after a dragon, hand painted by the young woman, a colorful one that resembles a butterfly, and a simple blue one that had the kanji for love on it in Nagisa’s shaky handwriting. Slow and methodically the Shinigami prepared the strings, anchored the wooden pegs, and let the paper sail into the sky, all the while happily humming. Nagi’s childhood had been dark, bleak and short, but even so she still remembered the joy of letting kites fly.
Sitting down on the grass the blue eyes gazed lovingly into the sky before pulling the scarf up to her nose and wiggling her feet. Life can be so good, the Shinigami reflected.
Enjoy it, the Farseer thought and added While it lasts. to herself. Towards Nagisa though she directed the much more cheerful: You have earned it. Ever since you left the academy you’ve been in constant battles, even though they came in many shapes and sizes.
“Un,” the young woman confirmed and began to look for another item she had brought: the bone white flute.
What will you play?
“My favorite melody,” Nagi whispered: “I made it when I was very young. I tried to cheer Onee-san up with it.”
Did it work?
A slight smile rushed over the thin lips: “I like to think it did.”
Lifting the flute to her lips the delicate fingers wandered dexterously over the smooth material and soon caused a soothing melody to be carried far and white by the wind.
725/50= 14