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Post by jericho on Dec 17, 2006 15:05:17 GMT -5
The golden rays of the late morning sun slid their way into the red satin draped windows and graced the entire room with their presence. The wooden floors were warm from the light. A well sized full body mirror, draped at the corners with the same red satin that garnished the windows, stood tall near the back wall of the room. The image reflected that of a proper young woman. Layers of different shaded red silk stitched into a delicately hand crafted kimono, embroidered with silver thread depicting dragons and great birds rising from the violet silk trim. The black obi was tied tight around the young woman's waist, exaggerating the hour-glass figure those around her were proud of. The clean bun formed out of her ebony hair was held up with a two silver combs, one shaped into a dragon, the other a bird. Even her rounded fair face was touched with elegance, her lips painted red, and the cat like eyes exaggerated with black charcoal. And while everything the mirror reflected seemed to be an image of tranquil perfection, down to the ebony geta that the mirror couldn't see, as it was hidden beneath the layered kimono, it was nothing but a clever roues. The scarlet colored lips shifted into a small frown as the amber eyes moved up and down the reflected image. "I look like the china doll." her, Jericho's, voice was flat, filled with discontent, here eyes expressing the same. The nurse-maids who had dressed her still feverishly continued to work around her, fixing her large noble woman's closet back to it's original state, fussing about her hair, making sure not a single strand was out of place, and other minuscule task that seemed all but meaningless to Jericho. The large woman by her side, who looked like she was just about ready to burst out of her kimono, was inspecting her closely as well. "In other word's, you're perfect." The woman slapped her fan in the palm of her hand, the ever present hidden sneer in her voice being easier to pick out than usual. "Now if only we could get you to hold your tongue and act like a china doll." Heat crept into Jericho's voice, turning her head away from the mirror and toward the statuesque woman, "The fire lord would sooner be defeated." Madam Masaki's beady, over made-up, eyes narrowed. With one quick motion she slapped Jericho's thin, manicured hand with the fan. "Respect your elders!" Pain flared through her arm, screaming out in every nerve ending in her hand, and not a trace of the searing slap showed on Jericho's face, or her disposition. She merely clenched her hand, balling it into a fist, and lifted her chin up, holding her head high. The searing quiet of her fiery voice held more of the threat, danger, then anything else in the room. "Respect is earned, not demanded, Madam Masaki," she nearly spit the last word. Jericho turned on her heal and walked out, her hips swaying gently and her wooden geta shoes clicking against the floor.
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Post by jericho on Dec 21, 2006 22:49:33 GMT -5
The clicking of the ebony geta reverberated through the manor. The echoing orchestra began to near the small dining hall, reserved for family and small tea gatherings alone. The room's walls were washed with light red, gradually getting lighter until the spectrum reached orange. A light wooden table, low to the ground, sat in the middle of the tiled floor. Around the table several, meticulously placed, satin cushions sat. Seated in one of them a woman, fair of skinned with a heart shaped faced, catty amber eyes, and rounded features. A small amount of her ebony hair was pulled back into a bun, the rest hung free down her back to reach her waist. Small lines branching off her eyes grave hint to her older age, as did the wisdom and grace held within the eyes themselves. She wore a cotton sleep robe, colored deep red with burgundy trim. Despite the ferocious clacking of the wooden sandals the woman lifted her porcelain glass to her delicate lips, sipping her tea as if there were no ruckus at all. The sliding door at the far left side of the room, slid open with a loud thump. Though her chin was held high, her posture and over all appearance delicate, the scorn held within was all but burning out through the amber eyes matching the woman's. "Jericho." Ai, the woman, calmly acknowledged, setting her cup back down on the table. "I trust you slept well?" Jericho's lips pressed, not allowing herself to answer. She continued to storm, the geta clicking, before reaching the cushion. For a moment she forgot to be angry, and put every cell in her mind to use. With grace and practice that takes years, she knelt her way down onto the pillow, not an easy feat when one is in a kimono. She gently settled herself down and continued to fume, her sculpted ebony eyebrows tilted to furrow, glaring. Her mother seemingly unnoticing her anger on the other side of the table. The woman's graceful hands lifted the tea cup back to her mouth, sipping it calmly before addressing her daughter. "Drink your tea." She lifted one hand and fanned her fingers out, showing Jericho the porcelain pot. Steam bellowed out of the spout as it would have been doing from Jericho's nostrils, that is, if she were a bender. "I'm not very much in the mood for tea, thank you." Her voice scorched with the hidden steam, a small sneer twitching on her painted lips, her teeth clenched. A slight sigh escaped from Ai's own lips. She eyed her daughter carefully, evaluating the situation before speaking. Her long fingers folded before setting down on her lap. "We have no time for this, Jericho. Your suitor arrives soon. Now. Drink your tea." One of Ai's attendants came quickly, as not to be noticed, and poured a cup for Jericho. She disappeared as swiftly as she arrived, neither Ai or Jericho paid attention to where; one out of breeding, the other out of her own annoyance. "Oh, come now, mother. You know as well as I do that drinking tea has nothing to do with making myself more attractive for them." She nearly spit the last word, as she had dwn before toward Madam Masaki, her perfect lips forming into an imperfect sneer. She pulled her porcelain glass closer despite herself. The smell of lavender raised into the air around Jericho, but she did not drink. "No, you're right." Ai sighed once more, wrapping her long pianist fingers around the cup. "Maybe it's them who should be drinking tea. The Fire Lord knows that they need it to withstand your scorn." A satisfied smirk curled onto Jericho's lips. Coyly, she turned the smile down toward her tea, looking at the steaming liquid. Who knows, if she kept this up there won't be anyone who'd want to be with her. 'We can only hope', she thought a small snicker escaping her lips. She lifted the hand crafted cup to her painted lips, and drank.
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Post by jericho on Dec 30, 2006 22:50:28 GMT -5
The calm serenity that had settled itself over the two, mother and daughter, two drinkers couldn't last for long. That was Jericho's will, that was her way, restless as the hidden flame that burned within her. Thunderous footsteps filled the room like a flash storm. All that was missing was the ogress storm cloud. Madam Masaki burst through the door. Her flamboyant over stuffed red, yellow, and orange kimono looking like a burst of lightening in the tiny monotoned colored room. Her over made eyes, colored with the same bright colors that made up her kimono, darted over to the both woman at the table, and though her eyes held on Jericho, her own amber eyes glaring back, Madam Masaki spoke to Ai. "He's here." Her voice was disgustingly nasal, and forever sounded like there was a missed placed sneer inside of it, even if she wasn't sneering. "Jericho," the older woman's, Ai's, voice took on a slightly faster pace, which was worried for he, "get up quickly and wait in the garden's seating area. I will meet you there." She got up quickly, spiriting herself away. Presumable to make herself more 'presentable'. At the very moment Ai had began to speak two nurse-maids were by Jericho's side, ready and willing to help the young mistress up. Angrily she waves them off, her delicate hand moving as if she were shooing away flies. As lessons had taught her, Jericho moved her geta clad feet in short delicate entanglements, like a dance, sliding her legs from beneath herself and getting up on her own accord. Slower then is she had been helped, but more dignifying. "We have no time!" Madam Masaki scold, taking Jericho's thin wrist in her sausage fingers, pulling her along the halls as fast as the constrictive material and work of elegant kimonos they wore would allow them. As they ran Jericho worked, wrapping her steely manicured fingers around Madam Masaki's own, attempting to pry her hand off. "Get off! I can walk just fine by myself!" Her voice rasped with the searing heat of a wild fire as she continued to prod her teachers hand. They were in the garden before she had a chance to continue fighting. The cherry blossoms were in bloom. The entire area was dusted in pink petals and clouded in the same cloud of fluff. You could barely see the bark on the thin branches and trunks. The ground in the seating area was tiled gray stone, the same stone that made up the labyrinth of walk ways around the garden. A single bench stood beneath the proudest cherry blossom tree, its two legs that took up the width of both sides were filled with intricate carvings. The distant sound of water from the artificial pond came to Jericho's ears and for a moment, watching the scene, she was tranquil. But only for a moment. Madam Masaki clenched her wrist once more and lead her to the bench, "Sit. Here!" She all but forced Jericho down on the bench. "And hold this." She shoved a ebony wooden fan into Jericho's thin hand. Her lips parted slightly, taken aback, everything was happening so fast she had no time for a comeback. Before she had time for a retort Madam Masaki had left, leaving her alone in the cloud of pink fluff. Jericho's brow furrowed, and she all but growled. Her Amber eyes burned with the heat of frustration. In a swift motion she slid open he fan, which were painted with the Panda Lilies she had fawned over her entire life, and fanned herself furiously. Awaiting the arrival of the newest suitor.
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Post by artisan on Jan 15, 2007 18:11:51 GMT -5
He stood tall at his mother's side, chin held high as he had been taught. Yishugei was already within the Xanin manor grounds just at the mouth of their gardens' path. The lowers were in bloom and a plethora of colors struck Gei's placid amber eyes. Inwardly his heart sank, wishing he had brought his sketch book to attempt to draw the remarkable image, forever bringing it with him, but none of this showed on his face. Nothing much a regal calm was shown on Gei's pale angular face.
Slow delicate clicking of, what Yishugei could only assume were, geta hit his ears, standing out against the whisper of wind that ruffled his red silken dress shirt or the buzz of the dragonflies.
A woman emerged from the garden path before them, willowy with rounded facial features. Her ebony hair was worn in the same style as his own mother's, partially pulled up into the bun the rest cascading down her shoulders. The silken dress she wore lazily swayed as she walked, and while it gave innuendo to her vast fortune it remained casual. "Yuan," the woman spoke with a delicate grace, her voice thick with wisdom and elegance, "It had been. Too long." A soft smile played on her lips as she stopped in front of Gei and his mother.
"Ai," His mother's voice seemed at ends with this woman. While the elegance in Ai's voice gave the slightest hint of her status, Yuan's held a snobbish pride in which she loomed her wealth over everyone else's. The flashy burgundy kimono didn't help to prove this assumption wrong either. "You're looking well."
Ai shied away, pulling her eyes strategically to the ground to show her humility, Gei made a note of it and was vastly impressed by this woman's tact. "As well as could be inspected with a husband off at war and a child at one with everyone else." She turned here eyes up to look at Yishugei, though she was speaking to his mother. "Let's hope you're Yishugei will be able to douse my little spit fire."
"Yes! Of course!" Yaun answered far too quickly. She held out her arm, as if displaying a platter filled with delicacies. "Go on Yishugei."
Ai nodded slowly, "Yes, Yishugei, please do go on." Without a word he walked off into the garden to meet the Xanin "Spit Fire".
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Post by jericho on Jan 15, 2007 20:02:53 GMT -5
She had spotted him out of the corner of her eyes, deep within the cloud of pink cherry blossoms moved a streak of dazzling deep scarlet, but made no hint of it. The rapid movements of her fan had cooled down to nothing more then a gentle flick of the wrist. The gentle breeze shifter a stay strand of ebony hair into Jericho's eyes, as well as shook several blossoms free from the branches and they landed on the ground around her. The scenery would have been absolutely picturesque if it's purpose wasn't sinister in nature, sinister by Jericho's standards of course. There was no part of these arranged meetings that she liked other than knocking the male chauvinistic pigs down a few pegs. The figure came closer, moving with a practiced grace that Jericho had picked up on. Her mother had mentioned this meeting for quite some time now with an enthusiasm that she couldn't place. Ai had mentioned that the two had met once before and their family, Yizhiqiang, was close to her own, but she doesn't recall any of it. Jericho turned her fiery amber eyes away from the figure, choosing to look at the scene before her. Daintily she sat on an angle, back turned to the path on which her new suitor traveled on. She strained to hear the light tap of his shoes against the stone walk, thought the serene sound of the running water had been a much more pleasant focus, she wanted to be informed, and prepared, of his arrival. She had it all planned out in her head, he would show up with a wide grin that dripped impudence and self-assurance, completely positive that this lovely spit fire would fall for him the instant she saw him. She would play the part, fawning over him, making him feel as if his ego was right. Then, when he least expected it she would shoot him down, making a royal fool out of him. It had happened time after time as such until she had earned herself quite a reputation and was the scorn of gossip. She was proud. Proud to be a Spit Fire and untamed. The sound of him entering the clearing hit her ears, she sat, back turned, pretending she hadn't heard anything, waiting for him to make the first move. Just as she planned.
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Post by artisan on Jan 16, 2007 17:13:29 GMT -5
The sea of cherry blossoms was all but overwhelming. The pink fluff covered everything, it even dusted the path way on which he walked. The walk seemed far too long, the clearing was a appreciated change of pace. Though it was still surrounded by the soft ink clouds it was much more spacious than the path.
It was paved with the same stone that had made up at walkway, a grand blossom tree, larger than the rest stood tall and under it a handsome bench. It was what was on the bench that had caught Yishugei's dull amber eyes. Sitting, the shade from the tree and the early afternoon sun combining to cast a shadow of curiosity around the figure, straight and proud was the Xanin girl, Jericho.
He simply stood there for a moment, studying her. Her back was turned so there wasn't much to take in, but it was enough for Gei to make his assumptions. The beams of light that had hit her made her red kimono shimmer and dance, every strand of he ebony hair was pulled up into a tight bun and not even the faintest hint of a wisp had come loose. She was pale, and he could assume very attractive from what he could see, but so was every girl he had met at the teas. Every single girl his mother had set him up with. They were all very attractive, but that was the end of it.
For a moment Yishugei had entertained the notion that she would be different. He had heard rumors about the Xanin 'Spite Fire', the young woman no man could tame. Perhaps th rumors were true, though they rarely prove to be, perhaps she was more than just 'very attractive'. The idea was quickly shrugged off, 'No. She's going to be like all the others.'
Slowly, Gei brought his pale hand to his mouth and made polite cough as to grab her attention, "Jericho, I presume?"
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Post by jericho on Jan 16, 2007 22:48:27 GMT -5
She had heard him, of course, but her reaction was agonizingly slow, even for Jericho. She was a quick person, quick to snap, quick to react, and the torture she had put herself through by the simple task of a slow reaction was near unbearable. Nonetheless, she reacted, turning her head slightly so he got nothing but a profile view, and half at that considering her face, form the tip of her nose to her chin was hidden beneath her wooden fan. She regarded him, staring up from where she sat, a cold fire in her amber eyes. He wasn't bad looking. A strong pale face with well defined features, even with the hair in his eyes she could see what a beautiful unmarred face he had, and his body seemed to hint at the unreachable plateau of perfection as well. She held back a scoff, both her ebony eyebrows raising high as she appraised him silently, quickly. 'Just another pretty boy.' "You would presume correctly," she spoke from behind her fan, a soft scorn in her voice hidden beneath the delicate pronunciation. She hadn't meant to let out yet, the scorn that is, it had just slipped through her defenses. She would have to make a note of that next she spoke. Jericho willed herself to stand, quickly snapping the fan shut to let her new suitor see her full, round, china doll face. A soft smirk began to twitch at the edge of her lips and dance in her amber eyes. She couldn't help it, she wanted so badly for this event to be over. Maybe then she could resume her practice or even paint. Painting would feel lovely right about now. She began to walk toward him, her hips swaying slightly, the violet hem and bellowed sleeves of her kimono shifting in the light wind. "And you are?"
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Post by artisan on Jan 17, 2007 19:11:25 GMT -5
His lips parted slightly and a small blush rose to his cheeks. He felt the heat and consciously suppressed it, hoping the red tint did not glow on his pale face. She was... stunning, like a work of art. The rounded facial features, th obi exaggerating her curves, her pianist fingers, everything. Her catty amber eyes held something in them Yishugei couldn't quite place; something that didn't show in every other girl he had met, something... different. The fact that she had a harder tone to her voice when she spoke, it was slight but he had picked up on it, the barest hint of scorn hidden beneath her elegantly-crafted rolling vowels.
For a moment he stared, speechless. The glint of afternoon sun off the comb and into his eyes snapped him out of it. Gei blinked, bringing him back to the situation at hand.
She's just another girl, just like all the others. Gei repeated in his head like his mantra, trying to convince himself more than anything. Just another mindless, gossiping girl.
somewhere deep inside of him, near the subconscious back his mine whispered, 'Then why am I reacting like this.' The apposing forces continued to mingle, but Gei didn't let it show on his face at all. Once again he took a long look at Jericho, his placid eyes filling with the detail. He was, after all, first, and for-most and artist and poet, and she might be an inspiration in days to come.
A cricket-hopper chirped not to far off. "I am Yishugei." He paused once, waiting for a some notion that she had heard of the name before. "Yishugei Yizhiqiang, your new suitor."
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Post by jericho on Jan 18, 2007 14:20:03 GMT -5
A single well manicured ebony eyebrow raised itself high upon Jericho's brow, a teasing smirk played on her lips as a flame sparked in her amber eyes. She couldn't resist herself. She did have a plan, to wait and bide her time, but this was too horrible perfect that she just had to react in the manor of which she was accustomed to. A teasing snicker slipped through her painted lips as she tilted her head, ever so slightly, in order to look at Yishugei from an angle. "My new suitor, you say?" With a quick motion of her wrist her fan snapped back open with an audible thwack. Jericho moved the fan as it had been before, just enough to cover the tip of her nose to her chin. She batted he eyelids flirtatiously her catty yes dancing with sarcasm. "New would imply that I've had one before you, would it not?" Her smirk widened beneath the fan, a sliver of her even white teeth were exposed, though he couldn't see it she was sure the slight crease in her eyes had shown it. She could speak circles around him. After all he was 'just another pretty boy'. She lowered her fan so her smile was visible, a slight dark laugh escaping the white barrier. Compared to the pink clouds of blossoms and the early afternoon sun, she looked positively sinister. "I'm quite interested to see how long you'll be able to keep that title." Her voice held a cold fire, an edge that matched the blade of the katana she was so fond of. The game had begun.
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Post by artisan on Jan 20, 2007 17:05:54 GMT -5
Yishugei's eyebrows twitched, as if to raise them in surprise. So, the rumors were true. The Xanin Spit Fire wasn't just the gossip on the lips of women. She had responded to him in such an... odd way it almost willed him to reveal his surprise. He never expected this, never would have expected it from someone who looked like her, from any girl this high up in the Fire Nation aristocracy.
For a moment Gei had no idea how to respond to this. She had stolen his ability to speak again. Now, not only was she lovely but she had wit. She wasn't just some painted doll to be put on display. She was an absolute Spit Fire that Gei had no chance of dousing.
'Should I just turn and leave?' He thought intently, his mouth searching for something to say. 'Or should I stay?' Finally his words found their way to his mouth. "I meant no implications," he paused a moment, unsure of how to address her, "Jericho." He tilted his head in a slight nod to show respect, just for good measure. "My apologies if I have offended you in any way." His placid amber eyes going intent as he watched her for a reaction. For some reason he continued to speak, even though he knew there was no need, though it was far from a ramble of an idiot. "Maybe you would like to discontinue this, if you're as reluctant as you seem about this arrangement I could go back home and you may resume your life. I mean, after all," his lips twitched in a small smile, "no one would think any less of me if I couldn't manage to douse the Xanin 'Spit Fire'."
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Post by jericho on Jan 20, 2007 23:26:43 GMT -5
Her eyes widen and her lips parted in immediate shock. A warm blush rose to her cheeks and she quickly lifted her fan to cover it, so only her eyes showed the embarrassment that she had showed shock. Jericho did not expect this. No one had ever responded to her like this. No one ever had the sense to apologize, or even make an offer to leave. He was curitouse... and smart. Yishugei had an astounding vocabulary she had yet to hear from any of her other previouse... arrangements, for lack of a better word. The slight whisper of wind shifted her kimono as she continued to fan away her blush, not quite sure what to say. Words alluded her. Jericho could deal with sarcasm, anger, and throbbing egos from the 'opponent', but never has someone dealt hand like this. Yishugei was... different, he was smart, and, for a moment, she was completely dumbfounded as how to react to this. Did she really want to end this right now? For the first time in Jericho's year, or so, of unbearable suitors here's one that could actually hold his own. Was she really willing to give that up over her reputation? Far too many questions flooded Jericho's mind at once and she felt her temple throb once. No. She wasn't one of those prissy little snobs who cared so much about a reputation that she would let go of a good thing. Even if Yishugei turned out to be another pig headed aristocrat, he was educated enough to make the game interesting. Slowly Jericho began to slide the fan down, revealing her face slowly, the sun replacing the heat of the blush. "Apology accepted." She paused a moment, tilting her head down slightly so the stray ebony strand slide across her right eye. Her painted lips were parted slightly, giving a coy look about her. "And I think we'll see how this afternoon progresses. Who knows," she paused once more, a small smirk twitching at the edges of her lips, "you may extinguish the infamous Spit Fire."
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Post by artisan on Jan 24, 2007 19:21:38 GMT -5
Gei's placid eyes caught the blush, the shock he had put over her surprised even himself and he allowed himself a small genuine smile at this. What she had said had surprised and and he felt the corners of his lips tug slightly to widen it, barely showing a thin line of even white teeth.
Yishugei tilted his head in a slight nod of a bow, his ebony black bangs shifting in front of his almond shaped eyes. "Well then, Jericho." He began trying to keep the mood light, trying to keep himself from completely failing after gaining her approval. Gei would not allow himself to mess up this day. "Considering I have your blessings I'd like to continue with a," he paused, partly for dramatic affect, partly to use his head to gesture to the bench without slurring his speech by the movement, "talk?"
For a moment, Yishugei thought it was the wrong suggestion, but his witty mind quickly came up with a justification. Every fire nation young man of his age and status could bring Jericho any where, but how many of them, sincerely, wanted to just sit down and talk? How many of them actually want to know what was beneath the curvaceous china doll visaed? Gei did. She wasn't like the other girls... 'She's different'
"That is," he added once he was done reasoning with himself, "if you'd want to, of course." He wated patiantly, standing, for her response before he would sit...
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Post by jericho on Jan 29, 2007 21:07:14 GMT -5
Jericho allowed her catty charcoaled eyes to blink once to show that she was, once again, taken back by this young man. He wasn't playing her game at all. She gently closed her ebony wooden fan, sliding one shingle into the next until the painted beauty of the Panda Lilies vanished beneath each other. Never taking her amber eyes off Yishugei, she moved her fan so that is slid between her dress and her obi. A small smirk began to settle itself on her painted lips, her eyes holding a new intensity in place of the fiery sarcasm that had stood stalwart only moments before. "I would like that," she annunciated her words very carefully, making each rolling syllable sound like a poetic ballad the slow simmer of her inner flame burning beneath, "very much, Yishugei" Slowly she sat herself down before he could offer to help. Maneuvering in a manor that allowed not one rumple, wrinkle, or adulteration to befall her elegant kimono. How she did it was her prerogative. Jericho sat completely erect and folded her thing long hands on her lap. She tilted her head to the side slightly, giving Yishugei a wry sideways smirk. Warm sunlight filtered in through the shadows of the branches of the cherry blossom tree giver her shadowed face a tempting look, like the forbidden fruit within the tree. "Come, Yishugei." Jericho removed her delicate hand from her lap, flipping it over and displaying the empty seat next to her as if it were a precious treasure. "Sit beside me." The smirk continued to play on her painted lips.
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Post by artisan on Feb 2, 2007 22:07:55 GMT -5
Gei pursed his lips slightly to stop a sigh of relief from flooding out of his mouth. He allowed his thin lips to form a polite smile and he nodded once to show respect before he sat, as invited, next of Jericho. "Thank you." More gratitude than he intended had slipped out in his voice, but he payed no never mind to it.
He turned to face her, his dull amber eyes catching her bright lively ones for a moment. His heart gave one loud off beat thump and he inwardly prayed it wasn't as audible as it sounded. Despite the inner panic his outward appearance expressed nothing other than placid contentment.
They had both been filtered into the shadow of the cherry blossom tree only a few daring streaks of bright light brought luminous detail into the shadow.
For a moment Yishugei thought his decision to just talk may have been at fault. True, words had never failed him inside his head, he was completely literate and well spoken with a vocabulary any scholar would be proud of. The words on his lips, however, tended to be few, and though he was never once tongue tied by a situation he had repeated to himself in his head, with a new panicked light about it 'She's diffrent...'
Admits his panic he had managed to dig up a thought that seemed to bring a conversation. And as the sentenced reached his mouth he prayed it sounded as good verbally as it did in his head. "The scenery here, is quite lovely," he took his eyes off of Jericho and ran them around the surrounding scape. "I wish I had brought my sketchbook to keep it with me."
He turned back to face her showing the barest glimmer of even white teeth as he smiled. Inwardly he was sweating like a raging hog-monkey, crossing his fingers he hadn't made a fool of himself or, worse, offended her.
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Post by jericho on Feb 3, 2007 13:11:09 GMT -5
"You like to draw?!" Her catty eyes widened as she said this and she couldn't suppressed the surprise in her voice. Jericho's full red lips were parted ever so slightly in her pleasant shock. Her cheeks tinted a slight shade of red from her over excitement but she ignored the heat, hoping the shadow cast by the cherry blossom branches concealed the slight coloration. Though nothing could hide it from the tone of her voice. She blinked once, quickly than straightened up, regaining her composer. Jericho allowed herself to focus on the garden scene rather than Yishugei. It was a lovely place. She had depicted hundreds of scenes herself from this very spot. Though only the peak of the Xanin's Manor roof was visible above the cloud of pink fluff she knew what the garden held. She knew just down the path near the man made water feature grew several White Dragon Flowers, her father had spent a small fortune to retrieve the plants for her mother as a wedding gift. They grew among flowers and plants with complimenting colors and the water feature was completed with it's own small waterfall. Several koi fish swam contently beneath the placid liquid. Maybe she could arrange for the two of them to walk over there. It was certainly a more interesting scene than the sea of pink. A soft sigh slid through her painted lips before she turned back to Yishugei, her lips forming a small smirk. Without waiting for his response she answered, "What a coincidence. So do I."
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