1 Like Bees to Honey[Ibara|Aikiko] Sat Apr 27, 2019 11:33 pm
Ibara
D-rank
Ibara would lean back in the well-worn foldable chair that was her spot during weekends as long as the sun was in the sky. To her right was a market stall teeming with all sorts of fruits, vegetables, herbs and floral plants, and to her left an old wooden table that had sat in that spot for years. Bright fabrics were hung over the wooden slats of the sunshade, though an opening seemed perfectly planned and placed to leave the chair in which she reclined in a golden ray of sun. An idle finger would slowly slide the ancient page of a dusty tome, revealing a brightly illustrated page of a variety of tropical fruits she had never seen before. It was still early, but already she felt exhausted with the routine that was her day. Before the sun was in the sky she trekked from her mountainside retreat to here with a large haul of produce in tow and set up her stall, then settling down to peruse one of the items of her expansive library on all things plant life. Shifting forward, Ibara would turn her face to get a better look at the page. Seeing things at an angle were particularly hard for one with a lacking sense of depth perception as she. In fact, she had to entirely turn her head to read the neatly printed words on the page as in place of a right eye were a pale pink and white flower in full bloom. Her single visible brow would furrow as she strained to see the words perfectly, but raised in interest as she scanned the paragraph on a particularly large variety of berry.
With the hand that she had just flipped the page with, she would close the cover of the heavy book and then brush a spot of dirt from the hem of her dress as she stood. It had been a slow morning, slow enough that she was contemplating if it really would be that much of an issue if she were to leave. This stall was what had kept her family running for the entirety of her life, but now with the absence of parents and the presence of so much that had been donated to her in what others perceived at her time of need that she could likely manage with nothing more than the growth of her own crops for several years. That was certainly a concept that interested her, the possibility of being left to her own devices for the rest of her conceivable life. Even she was aware that was likely no more than a dream, but the option of spending the day doing something, anything really other than tending to the dreary market stall was irresistible. Leaving everything where it sat, she would stride out of the shade and pull the curtain that cover the stall while closed across and turn to leave. Pausing for a moment, she would stick her head back in and grab a wicker basket filled with an odd assortment of strangely shaped fruits, no two the same.
Out of the market she would go, her home the location in mind. The path was a long one, and she had already made it once today. At least this time she could take the shorter trail that lead through the chuunin training grounds, rather than the roundabout and winding path the she was forced to endure for the sake of pushing her overflowing cart down the mountain. It were a steep set of stairs that led to the training center, and a long enough trek that she would pause a moment to take her breath before continuing. There Ibara would stand for a moment, one hand holding her basket of fruit and the other propping her against a dense stone column near the edge of the area. Taking a deep breath she would tilt her head back as the golden sun above would bathe her, the brilliant bloom upon her face seeming to spread its petals even further to catch every ray it could.
684 WC
With the hand that she had just flipped the page with, she would close the cover of the heavy book and then brush a spot of dirt from the hem of her dress as she stood. It had been a slow morning, slow enough that she was contemplating if it really would be that much of an issue if she were to leave. This stall was what had kept her family running for the entirety of her life, but now with the absence of parents and the presence of so much that had been donated to her in what others perceived at her time of need that she could likely manage with nothing more than the growth of her own crops for several years. That was certainly a concept that interested her, the possibility of being left to her own devices for the rest of her conceivable life. Even she was aware that was likely no more than a dream, but the option of spending the day doing something, anything really other than tending to the dreary market stall was irresistible. Leaving everything where it sat, she would stride out of the shade and pull the curtain that cover the stall while closed across and turn to leave. Pausing for a moment, she would stick her head back in and grab a wicker basket filled with an odd assortment of strangely shaped fruits, no two the same.
Out of the market she would go, her home the location in mind. The path was a long one, and she had already made it once today. At least this time she could take the shorter trail that lead through the chuunin training grounds, rather than the roundabout and winding path the she was forced to endure for the sake of pushing her overflowing cart down the mountain. It were a steep set of stairs that led to the training center, and a long enough trek that she would pause a moment to take her breath before continuing. There Ibara would stand for a moment, one hand holding her basket of fruit and the other propping her against a dense stone column near the edge of the area. Taking a deep breath she would tilt her head back as the golden sun above would bathe her, the brilliant bloom upon her face seeming to spread its petals even further to catch every ray it could.
684 WC