1 A Walk in the Rain [Private, NK - Yuji] Mon Apr 02, 2018 9:39 pm
Meiyo
D-rank
The skies of the village, once bright and blue, had suddenly darkened and become quite gray as heavy clouds rolled in from the East. Claps of thunder sent birds and skittish villagers into hiding just before rainfall sent the rest to scurry for shelter. Strong, cold winds swept through the streets. The gusts shook the trees and stole new leaves from their branches in its powerful wake. What once was a busy Market street now was cleared and quite muddy. This was one of the newer streets still being finished, though it hadn’t taken long for merchants to fill its buildings and put up their stands. So the road hadn’t been paved with nice stone like the rest. Meiyo, a young, rainbow haired genin didn’t mind the mud, wind nor the rain. In fact it was almost refreshing with the rain pouring down. She loved the way the cool water washed away the smells of the village and almost renewed it. Rainbows often followed - a favorite of the rainbow haired girl. Flowers too always bloomed well after a harsh weather.
She twirled the yellow umbrella in her hand whilst walking along the road, watching as villagers scurried left and right to travel under the poorly spaced awnings. A few had been wise to bring their own umbrellas, others used newspapers and many more just seemed to hang out against the buildings awaiting the rain fall to end. She couldn’t help but laugh as full grown adults let themselves be chased away by a little water and breeze. She was glad she had been prepared, bringing along an umbrella and dressing in a long sleeved, plum, wool sweater dress. The summer had been warm, but this rain was bound to bring a nip to the air for the space of a couple days.
All this day she had been running about the training grounds and had thought to go buy herself some fruit from a new fruit seller at the end of this block. After a couple thousand reps of various exercises, she thought she had earned an apple or peach. Come to think of it, she thought to herself, I may have missed breakfast and lunch. Her stomach grumbled in complaint. A light blush warmed her cool skin. Whoops, ah well. She looked about and then up at the sky. A flash of lightning lit it up into a grand ceiling of blue and white light. It was captivating. From an artist’s point of view, her breath had always been stolen away by what nature provided. Watching the light and hearing the thunder roll through the ever-moving clouds, she hoped one day she could capture its movement and beauty in her art.
So captivated by the sky, she hardly allowed herself to keep an eye on what was right in front of her. Quite suddenly she found herself having to slide to the left through the mud, twist on the ball of her black sandals and teeter to find her balance again. “Oh, excuse me!” she gasped. “I wasn’t watching, are you alright?” Her brows furrowed into a look of concern as her golden eyes searched to be sure she hadn't accidentally bumped and bruised the stranger. A hard gust brushed through the street. She clung to her umbrella tightly and held the front of her dress down. She had modestly wrapped black wraps but as the hem came only to her knees she didn’t want to embarrass the elderly along the streets. She offered out the umbrella to shield them both from the rain once the quick gust passed. “I’m Ren, Meiyo, what’s your name?” she hummed cheerfully, smiling kindly. With rain still falling on her heads she looked up confused. “Oh, whoops!” she laughed at her self. The umbrella had folded the opposite direction. Carefully she pulled it to the side, straightened it out with a good pull, and brought it back over their heads. “There, that’s better!” she hummed.
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She twirled the yellow umbrella in her hand whilst walking along the road, watching as villagers scurried left and right to travel under the poorly spaced awnings. A few had been wise to bring their own umbrellas, others used newspapers and many more just seemed to hang out against the buildings awaiting the rain fall to end. She couldn’t help but laugh as full grown adults let themselves be chased away by a little water and breeze. She was glad she had been prepared, bringing along an umbrella and dressing in a long sleeved, plum, wool sweater dress. The summer had been warm, but this rain was bound to bring a nip to the air for the space of a couple days.
All this day she had been running about the training grounds and had thought to go buy herself some fruit from a new fruit seller at the end of this block. After a couple thousand reps of various exercises, she thought she had earned an apple or peach. Come to think of it, she thought to herself, I may have missed breakfast and lunch. Her stomach grumbled in complaint. A light blush warmed her cool skin. Whoops, ah well. She looked about and then up at the sky. A flash of lightning lit it up into a grand ceiling of blue and white light. It was captivating. From an artist’s point of view, her breath had always been stolen away by what nature provided. Watching the light and hearing the thunder roll through the ever-moving clouds, she hoped one day she could capture its movement and beauty in her art.
So captivated by the sky, she hardly allowed herself to keep an eye on what was right in front of her. Quite suddenly she found herself having to slide to the left through the mud, twist on the ball of her black sandals and teeter to find her balance again. “Oh, excuse me!” she gasped. “I wasn’t watching, are you alright?” Her brows furrowed into a look of concern as her golden eyes searched to be sure she hadn't accidentally bumped and bruised the stranger. A hard gust brushed through the street. She clung to her umbrella tightly and held the front of her dress down. She had modestly wrapped black wraps but as the hem came only to her knees she didn’t want to embarrass the elderly along the streets. She offered out the umbrella to shield them both from the rain once the quick gust passed. “I’m Ren, Meiyo, what’s your name?” she hummed cheerfully, smiling kindly. With rain still falling on her heads she looked up confused. “Oh, whoops!” she laughed at her self. The umbrella had folded the opposite direction. Carefully she pulled it to the side, straightened it out with a good pull, and brought it back over their heads. “There, that’s better!” she hummed.
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