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sunshineverse2014-07-26 11:19 pm
sekihan) wrote in sunshineverse2014-07-26 11:19 pm
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Take it everything for much more than it means
Who: Ashiko and Shisui
Where: A small merchant town in Rice, towards the Fire border
When: August 26
Notes: Shisui is looking for a woman. He finds one, but not quite as he expected.
Ashiko's luck had run out, briefly, and she had gotten drenched in a sudden flash flood that soaked her pack and tore away her parasol the day before. Luckily, the nearest village was welcoming and she found refuge with a matronly shopkeeper who took her in and promised to do her level best to salvage the sodden mess that were the yukata she had packed away. In the meantime, the shopkeeper had offered her clothes that had belonged to her allowed Ashiko to repay her generosity by working in her bakery for the day.
Clad in a pale blue dress, leggings, and with her short hair pulled into a stubby, puffy tail, Ashiko looked like a woman reborn. She fielded the register with all the grace of a born saleswoman, smiling and charming and cajoling prospective customers until the stock began to run thin and her patron needed to go back to the kitchen to bake more. the display case was full again now, and Ashiko arranged and rearranged the various breads and cakes with a soft, half-hummed tune.
It was a child's song, and she couldn't for the life of her remember where she had picked it up. Not her original homeland, certainly, but somewhere in her travels. She tapped her slender fingers to its beat on the countertop once she finished with the display.
Where: A small merchant town in Rice, towards the Fire border
When: August 26
Notes: Shisui is looking for a woman. He finds one, but not quite as he expected.
Ashiko's luck had run out, briefly, and she had gotten drenched in a sudden flash flood that soaked her pack and tore away her parasol the day before. Luckily, the nearest village was welcoming and she found refuge with a matronly shopkeeper who took her in and promised to do her level best to salvage the sodden mess that were the yukata she had packed away. In the meantime, the shopkeeper had offered her clothes that had belonged to her allowed Ashiko to repay her generosity by working in her bakery for the day.
Clad in a pale blue dress, leggings, and with her short hair pulled into a stubby, puffy tail, Ashiko looked like a woman reborn. She fielded the register with all the grace of a born saleswoman, smiling and charming and cajoling prospective customers until the stock began to run thin and her patron needed to go back to the kitchen to bake more. the display case was full again now, and Ashiko arranged and rearranged the various breads and cakes with a soft, half-hummed tune.
It was a child's song, and she couldn't for the life of her remember where she had picked it up. Not her original homeland, certainly, but somewhere in her travels. She tapped her slender fingers to its beat on the countertop once she finished with the display.