[ Journey's end. ]
Dec 29, 2008 13:17:36 GMT -7
Post by kujira on Dec 29, 2008 13:17:36 GMT -7
Ash grey clouds would march over the horizon, heralding their sovereignty over the sky. Rain drops would soon fall in their wake, the pitter-patter against the windows of the Sakurushi inn reaching Souzen’s ears as he sat in one of the rooms on the upper level. A single, fluttering candle scarcely illuminated the room as he sat at an oaken desk. Writing brush in hand he would carefully and deliberately stroke the brush over the washi scroll that lay upon the desk, pausing every so often to refill the tip in the jar of black ink also upon the desk. Soon, with the last delicate stroke the letter was finished, ready to be appraised by his critical eye. Moments would pass, the scroll held in his gaze before he would lower it again to the desk, passing his rigid inspection. Precisely and quickly he would fold it before heading downstairs and depositing it with the innkeeper who would send it to the city in the morning. It detailed nothing more then simple reasons for arriving in Moyoushi, citing the long time standing of Amekagure and Moyoushi as a basic for arrival along with is status as the former Rokoudaime. Arriving back at his room he would sit comfortably on a large chair, opening the bottle of sake that sat on the table.
A long time after Souzen would still be at the table, bottle of sake almost finished as he lifted another Sakazuki to his mouth. The night had passed slowly in this manner, Souzen’s eyes almost fixated upon the silvery moon that hung in the ebon sky. His thoughts fixated upon both the past, present and future. What was his purpose now? Amekagure had been saved from corruption, he had been lauded a hero. Yet, why could he not bear the sight of the village any longer? What kind of seed had the horrors of the rebellion planted within? He would await the councils reply, hoping they would grant him at the very least a temporary visa. Hopefully he would find the answers he sought in Moyoushi…
[/center] A long time after Souzen would still be at the table, bottle of sake almost finished as he lifted another Sakazuki to his mouth. The night had passed slowly in this manner, Souzen’s eyes almost fixated upon the silvery moon that hung in the ebon sky. His thoughts fixated upon both the past, present and future. What was his purpose now? Amekagure had been saved from corruption, he had been lauded a hero. Yet, why could he not bear the sight of the village any longer? What kind of seed had the horrors of the rebellion planted within? He would await the councils reply, hoping they would grant him at the very least a temporary visa. Hopefully he would find the answers he sought in Moyoushi…