Kakita Tsuki
Crane Clan
The delicate illusions that get us through life can stand only so much strain
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Post by Kakita Tsuki on Jan 22, 2018 10:45:41 GMT -5
Tsuki lowered the small umbrella to her side and lightly shook it to rid the canopy of any lingering water droplets that might cling to the finely designed material. As she set it within the holder for umbrellas just by the front entrance, her gaze swung back over to the world not beneath the overhang of the temple, the rain washing down upon the stone path and the dirt beside without abandon. It was so soothing and calm to simply watch nature run its course, cleansing the ground upon which they tread and acting as a gentle reminder that nature was always around and far greater than any of them. She paused in her thoughts and glanced back to the holder for guests parasols. Had Yoshi beaten her inside the temple or was he behind, and if it was the latter, would he have an umbrella of his own? Perhaps it would have been a good idea to bring a spare in case the young man was without it. Heavens knows that it would be a shame to see the gentle natured Dragon soaking head to toe, let alone likely rather discomforting trying to pray in water logged clothes. Ah, but he might have a jacket and would be fine regardless. The ivory skinned woman let out a soft breath and collected herself, shaking her head lightly as if to toss away any lingering thoughts. She was likely worrying over nothing.
Inside the temple was as quiet as it had been any other day she visited. Her fingers fell from the frame after she had closed the sliding door. Tsuki glanced about the room but could see no sign of the Tamori's presence, or at least, maybe she had missed him. Regardless, he had made mention of wishing to supply the incense today so she opted to wait to the side of the entrance before conducting her prayers in case Yoshi had taken the time to find incense to burn. In the mean time, she listened to her only companions, the soft pitter patter of rain upon the temples slats and the ambiance of silence within the room of fortunes.
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Jan 22, 2018 20:44:17 GMT -5
After only a little while spent waiting, Tsuki would hear the sound of footfalls outside the temple. They were approaching fast, splashing hard through the wet grass at first before echoing off the stones of the pathway. When they reached the temple steps, the time between each one indicated that the owner was bounding up two at a time. Finally, just before the door, they skidded to a halt upon the wooden walkway.
From behind the door, there came a single thunderous sneeze, then silence.
Eventually, the entryway slid open, revealing a rather wet young Dragon. His jacket, which he did indeed have, was pulled up over his head, and he had a small plastic bag clutched in one hand. Poking his head out from under the jacket like a turtle emerging from its shell, he sees Tsuki waiting, and his face breaks into a smile.
"Kakita-san," he says, bowing to her. He looks around to try to determine whether she had already prayed, but... no, it seemed she hadn't. His smile grows as he comes to that conclusion, but it soon softens into one of apology. "I"m sorry to have kept you waiting."
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Kakita Tsuki
Crane Clan
The delicate illusions that get us through life can stand only so much strain
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Post by Kakita Tsuki on Jan 23, 2018 8:19:32 GMT -5
Tsuki turned as the noise of Yoshi's approach announced his presence, the young woman watching the Dragon shed himself of his drenched clothing. She shook her head at him. "No, it's fine, I only jut arrived," she replied with a bow in kind.
"Also, please, call me Tsuki-san." She added on with her usual warm smile. It only seemed fair that if she were to address the man on a first name basis, that he be able to do the same. "I would feel slightly embarrassed if I were to call you by your first name and yet here you were still calling me by my clan's family name."
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Jan 24, 2018 0:10:47 GMT -5
"I... would never want to embarrass you...," he assures her, "...Tsuki-san." He hovered for a moment on the edge of using her name or not, feeling on one hand still unworthy of the privilege, but on the other not wanting to appear ungrateful for her bestowing it. When it escapes his lips, it's like a prayer of thanks, reverant and jubilant.
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Kakita Tsuki
Crane Clan
The delicate illusions that get us through life can stand only so much strain
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Post by Kakita Tsuki on Jan 24, 2018 7:38:56 GMT -5
She smiled as her name fell from his lips. It felt like a hurdle had been passed for the both of them, though she knew that it had been easier for her. At least it felt that way. Perhaps she was giving herself to much credit, or maybe she was denying Yoshi to much. In the end she settled on focusing that they were on even ground and more importantly, they had a connection. That's what truly mattered.
Tsuki glanced to the young man and then turned to the statues of the fortunes, set in poses both serene and fierce, welcoming and a reminder. "I normally give prayers Bishamon when alone. To whom do you normally ask for guidance, Yoshi-san?"
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Jan 24, 2018 7:50:28 GMT -5
"I... I guess...," Yoshi answers, though it's hard to recall in the wake of her smile, "...Fukurokujin mostly." Of all his many self-perceived shortcomings and few triumphs, most seemed to resolve around wisdom. "We can offer prayers to Bishamon instead, though... if you want." He also often felt the need for more strength and grateful for what little he had. Thinking of the Seven, he also recalls his furtive prayer to Benten at the end of their first meeting and, feeling a little selfish for it, tries not to look in that Fortune's direction.
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Kakita Tsuki
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The delicate illusions that get us through life can stand only so much strain
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Post by Kakita Tsuki on Jan 24, 2018 8:17:24 GMT -5
"We can do both. I shouldn't always focus on one, and neither should you. Besides, it is thanks to my prayers and yours that we were able to meet. I think it would be wise to give our prayers to both in reflection of us." Tsuki spoke as she stepped over to Fukurokujin, her feet barely making a sound across the otherwise polished wood of the temple floor. She had never felt the need to call upon Fukurokujin's blessing, rather proud of her own wisdom, at least for her age anyway. Perhaps that was her own hubris but she knew how she felt and it never overcame her, at least to her knowledge.
As her eyes fell upon the statue of the fortune she wondered if perhaps that was what she should pray on. It was a logical conclusion to an uncertainty. Yet her mind wandered to something else and she began to wonder what it was that Yoshi prayed for. He was a bit shy, yes, but it begged the question why he wouldn't pray to Bishamon to overcome the obvious. What could a man like him be asking for wisdom and clarity upon?
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Jan 24, 2018 8:44:00 GMT -5
As Tsuki spoke of togetherness, of "us", her words drew Yoshi to her side. Though keeping the same physical distance as the last times they'd prayed together, he feels as though he's standing closer, and unlike with any other person, the proximity brings him elation rather than anxiety. He nods his assent at her suggestions for prayer, and though the limitations of the medium mean that their kneeling before the statue will occur separately, this storyteller takes the liberty of thinking that when they do so, it will be more or less as one. "Oh...!" Yoshi says with a start once they are together upon the floor, suddenly remembering the bag in his hand. "I brought the incense I promised." He carefully unties the plastic bag, taking inside it the case she had gifted him the day before, as well as small, ornate box of kyara incense, containing perhaps only 20 sticks. With the most careful of motions, he begins to unwrap it, taking ten for himself and offering Tsuki the others. |
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Kakita Tsuki
Crane Clan
The delicate illusions that get us through life can stand only so much strain
Posts: 791
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Post by Kakita Tsuki on Jan 25, 2018 7:29:49 GMT -5
Tsuki glanced down to the set of incense Yoshi was offering and nearly looked back up to the man in shock. She didn't, but by the kami it was close. Those deep blue ocean eyes rose to meet the Tamori's and here smile, sweet and warm, said a touch more. "Yoshi-san... I...," She trailed off, her voice trying to find the right words, "Thank you for offering me some but this is yours. Please, I wouldn't dare take any."
He hadn't just bought some good incense he would like and could use. Kyara incense was, to be the blunt, expensive. It was also considered high quality. She had never had a problem affording such things, but that wasn't the norm and it beggared the question. Why had he spent so much on something like this for them, and then to offer half of it to her?
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Jan 25, 2018 8:02:21 GMT -5
"It's... ours," Yoshi corrects her softly, shaking his head, still holding the ten sticks out to her. If her surprise registers at all with him, he doesn't understand the source of it, except that perhaps she'd forgotten he was bringing some. So he continues, "I promised I'd get us some to share... or... oh, were you doing the...? Is it still a gift if we're sharing? I did it when you gave me some the first day, but you said I didn't have to." He wonders now if saying that on her third offering was just a part of it, and he'd misunderstood.
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