1 The Rolling Tide [P/Wingale] Wed Jan 22, 2014 4:06 am
Zodiaque
D-rank
The Kirigakure no Sato shore side was like any other island harbor. Ships came in by the dozen carrying fish and other things for trade. Men strapped in ragged pants from years of labor patrolled back and forth from one side to another making attempting at trade and selling their various items to likely customers. Women scattered around the harbor eyeing at the fish they would soon feed their husbands, many dressed in long dresses whereas some dressed simply in shorts and tank tops fitting the attire. The distinct smell of fish mixed in with the constant rolling fog that made its occasional appearance, while naturally one would be blinded by its thick mist the people of this village have since then become accustomed to it.
A young man stood amongst the masses, standing as one of the shortest albeit the smaller children that accompanied their parents. Brown curls danced along his face as he moved throughout the large crowds making way not to be noticed by the other villagers, golden eyes darting to and fro from the many trading posts that tempted him to come near. He wore a kimono styled attire mixed with hues of navy and white. The hood of his pancho, made entirely of brown and white rabbit's fur, shielded his face from view.
He came upon a small stand of trout owned by an older gentleman. The man bore wrinkles on his face and held a certain tiredness about himself, more than likely from years at owning a fish market and living in what appeared to be on end's meat. His brown eyes met with the boy and he smiled, greeting him as if he were a normal customer. "Back again Shotō?" the man said. "Of course Ran-Sama! replied Shotō a smile slowly easing upon his face. The man reached into a small basket that stood beside him on a small stool and began gathering the small pink and brown colored trout, pushing them into the brown paper bag. "The usual I suppose?" he muttered to himself, just loud enough for Shotō to hear. Shotō said nothing only nodding his head in approval and the man continued.
As the bag filled he handed it over to the boy, and the boy handing him a small bag filled with coins. For a moment the man looked shocked feeling the heaviness that the bag carried but before the he could utter a word the boy had darted from the stand and back into the crowd.
The crowd had become larger now, more villagers were coming by the masses. He found himself in the middle of these large crowds making attempts at scurrying through them like a small mouse in a forest, each time he was met with success. That was until he felt his body collide with another, sending him spiraling to the ground his fish tumbling along with him. As his body met the floor he quickly uttered "GOMEN!" as he scrambled across the wooden floor beneath him making attempt at gathering the fish and stuffing it back into the back before it was devoured by the birds or stepped on by a passersby.
He didn't even look at the figure above whom he had knocked into, all he could say was "gomen."
A young man stood amongst the masses, standing as one of the shortest albeit the smaller children that accompanied their parents. Brown curls danced along his face as he moved throughout the large crowds making way not to be noticed by the other villagers, golden eyes darting to and fro from the many trading posts that tempted him to come near. He wore a kimono styled attire mixed with hues of navy and white. The hood of his pancho, made entirely of brown and white rabbit's fur, shielded his face from view.
He came upon a small stand of trout owned by an older gentleman. The man bore wrinkles on his face and held a certain tiredness about himself, more than likely from years at owning a fish market and living in what appeared to be on end's meat. His brown eyes met with the boy and he smiled, greeting him as if he were a normal customer. "Back again Shotō?" the man said. "Of course Ran-Sama! replied Shotō a smile slowly easing upon his face. The man reached into a small basket that stood beside him on a small stool and began gathering the small pink and brown colored trout, pushing them into the brown paper bag. "The usual I suppose?" he muttered to himself, just loud enough for Shotō to hear. Shotō said nothing only nodding his head in approval and the man continued.
As the bag filled he handed it over to the boy, and the boy handing him a small bag filled with coins. For a moment the man looked shocked feeling the heaviness that the bag carried but before the he could utter a word the boy had darted from the stand and back into the crowd.
The crowd had become larger now, more villagers were coming by the masses. He found himself in the middle of these large crowds making attempts at scurrying through them like a small mouse in a forest, each time he was met with success. That was until he felt his body collide with another, sending him spiraling to the ground his fish tumbling along with him. As his body met the floor he quickly uttered "GOMEN!" as he scrambled across the wooden floor beneath him making attempt at gathering the fish and stuffing it back into the back before it was devoured by the birds or stepped on by a passersby.
He didn't even look at the figure above whom he had knocked into, all he could say was "gomen."