1 Book Learning (Aki/No Kill) Mon Mar 27, 2017 5:02 pm
Sayuri
D-rank
Sayuri wandered through the Konohagakure no Sato marketplace with wonder in her mismatched eyes. There were so many beautiful things to look at. Stalls filled to the brim with fine fabrics; shining silks, luxurious velvets and soft wools. She stood at a clothing stall and looked longingly at a beautiful sky blue kimono, it was printed silk, white petal designs blowing like a storm across perfectly designed garment. It was too long for her of course, five foot and four inches meant nearly everything was too big or too long. She would hold the garment up anyway and the colour perfectly complemented the white of her hair and the blue in her left eye. She would sigh wistfully as she placed it back, One day… she thought without sadness, for she truly believed that patience was all it would take. One shop had nothing in it but glassware, finely crafted plates and cups, with hand painted cranes and deer and birds dancing and flying in never ending circles around their outer edges. She had seen some of these things before when she was young in her own family home. But never so many, it was a lot to take in all at once and she found herself becoming overwhelmed with the noise and colours and press of bodies around her, and would look around for a place to escape for a moment and gather her thoughts. As her eyes darted around, like a rabbit wary of being eaten, she spied a shop that looked cool and dark and mercifully empty of all but one person. Well it’s only one person… I’m not going to find any better any faster… okay feet, go! She thought to herself as she would march herself into the shop and stop just inside the door.
The bright sun outside had left her nearly fully blind in the dimness of the shop, so she would stand still blinking, both allowing her eyes to adjust and not wanting to mistakenly walk into anything while she could not see where she was going. It was not the best situation however, she believed it was preferable to breaking anything, even if she did look ridiculous. While her eyes were still dancing with multicoloured sun spots she heard a voice, who she assumed was the shop keeper, ask in an older man’s voice, “Hello my dear, a bit bright out there is it? Do you need help find something, here for something special?” Sayuri would giggle and rub at her eyes with relief, she had been afraid that someone would yell at her or tell her to leave, and she was pleased that it was quite the opposite.
Relaxed somewhat, and nearly able to see, Sayuri would look around the shop, and was surprised at her surroundings. There were books everywhere. In the back of her mind she knew she was supposed to answer the older looking man who was still smiling at her expectantly, but she could not. All she could do was stare. With her hand tentatively outstretched she would move forward to the closest books and gently touch them, like one might touch a newborn bird, she would even coo quietly. “These are beautiful…” The one she had touched was almost the same size as her torso, bound in red dyed leather, and the corners were held together with beautifully engraved and shaped pieces of metal. She felt the familiar lump rise in her throat and the stinging in her eyes as tears welled up. “Did you make these? They’re… I’ve never seen… “
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The bright sun outside had left her nearly fully blind in the dimness of the shop, so she would stand still blinking, both allowing her eyes to adjust and not wanting to mistakenly walk into anything while she could not see where she was going. It was not the best situation however, she believed it was preferable to breaking anything, even if she did look ridiculous. While her eyes were still dancing with multicoloured sun spots she heard a voice, who she assumed was the shop keeper, ask in an older man’s voice, “Hello my dear, a bit bright out there is it? Do you need help find something, here for something special?” Sayuri would giggle and rub at her eyes with relief, she had been afraid that someone would yell at her or tell her to leave, and she was pleased that it was quite the opposite.
Relaxed somewhat, and nearly able to see, Sayuri would look around the shop, and was surprised at her surroundings. There were books everywhere. In the back of her mind she knew she was supposed to answer the older looking man who was still smiling at her expectantly, but she could not. All she could do was stare. With her hand tentatively outstretched she would move forward to the closest books and gently touch them, like one might touch a newborn bird, she would even coo quietly. “These are beautiful…” The one she had touched was almost the same size as her torso, bound in red dyed leather, and the corners were held together with beautifully engraved and shaped pieces of metal. She felt the familiar lump rise in her throat and the stinging in her eyes as tears welled up. “Did you make these? They’re… I’ve never seen… “
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