Post by Tsubaki Tasori on Aug 24, 2016 20:41:13 GMT -5
The crisp sound of sandals echoed through the streets of the Rukongai as a figure walked briskly along. Her raven hair seemed to suck in the light from the full moon above her, hoarding it and only occasionally allowing a flash of light to reflect away. In her strange eyes there was a fierce purpose, almost like burning anger, but there was also melancholy, and the sense of something lost.
Tsubaki continued down her path, making no deviations from her goal. To her, this night was special, even more so after the recent invasion. She kept walking at a quick pace, though she refused to use shunpo as she normally would. Tonight was a night of remembering, and was special. She would not ruin it by rushing along.
Finally, she reached her destination, her arrival startling some bird, she didn't bother to identify it, into flight as it cried out in protest. She ignored this and continued through the small gate into the graveyard. As she passed by the stones every now and then she would stop brush a hand along it's peak, remembering those long lost from days that were irretrievably gone. She never stayed at these graves however, for she had one destination. At the very back of the graveyard, several yards away from the end of the other grave stones stood a simple monument. There was no burial mound for there had been no body to bury, or at least none that she knew of. There was no name on the rough stone, as she could no longer remember the name of the man the stone stood monument to. All the same however, she stopped and knelt before it, bowing. The features of her face grew taught, but she did not cry, for how could she cry for a man she no longer remembered?
After a moment though she rose from her bow, and reached into her robe. When she withdrew her hand she held a single, brightly glowing rose of purest white. A lunar rose straight from her garden, and she laid it down before the stone. She absently reached up and stroked the chopsticks in her hair as she tuned out the world around her, and focused on the stone, and on the only scraps of the memories she had of the man who had been like a father to her in life, and who she had forgotten in death.
Word count: 405
GP gain:8
Tsubaki continued down her path, making no deviations from her goal. To her, this night was special, even more so after the recent invasion. She kept walking at a quick pace, though she refused to use shunpo as she normally would. Tonight was a night of remembering, and was special. She would not ruin it by rushing along.
Finally, she reached her destination, her arrival startling some bird, she didn't bother to identify it, into flight as it cried out in protest. She ignored this and continued through the small gate into the graveyard. As she passed by the stones every now and then she would stop brush a hand along it's peak, remembering those long lost from days that were irretrievably gone. She never stayed at these graves however, for she had one destination. At the very back of the graveyard, several yards away from the end of the other grave stones stood a simple monument. There was no burial mound for there had been no body to bury, or at least none that she knew of. There was no name on the rough stone, as she could no longer remember the name of the man the stone stood monument to. All the same however, she stopped and knelt before it, bowing. The features of her face grew taught, but she did not cry, for how could she cry for a man she no longer remembered?
After a moment though she rose from her bow, and reached into her robe. When she withdrew her hand she held a single, brightly glowing rose of purest white. A lunar rose straight from her garden, and she laid it down before the stone. She absently reached up and stroked the chopsticks in her hair as she tuned out the world around her, and focused on the stone, and on the only scraps of the memories she had of the man who had been like a father to her in life, and who she had forgotten in death.
Word count: 405
GP gain:8
