Shamisen Interlude [Closed]
Character(s): Niji, Ghost, whoever comes by.
Content: work and dreams
Setting: outside at the fountain, near the trees
Warnings: none yet
Niji briskly carried the laundry outside. Her mood was souring as the stress piled up. She was not about to let emotions show, but this had been a miserable day for her. Everything seemed to go wrong or had spiraled out of her hands. What should have been a straightforward time of hard work and accomplishment had been sidetracked.
She was civil, but short in dropping off the clothes with Phantasy, relaying Captain Duncan's offer of assistance in a few quick words. Then she was off to the pantry to find yet another meal. She was so mortally tired of cooking, but it was a useful task for her, and less exhausting than the laundry. It helped that she could be fairly solitary while stirring the fire and opening cans.
Once the rice and the stew was heating, she turned her attention to the cart of salvage. With an eye to the weather she hauled the instruments inside, and stored the medical supplies in safekeeping. The wind chimes brought a smile to her face for a moment, and she managed to hang them in the vines near Ghost's tree.
One last stir of the pots and she was satisfied that people would have something edible available. As she worked she felt a lassitude sneak up on her again. So with a sigh, she gathered up her weapons and the shamisen and went over to Ghost's tree. She carefully arranged her sword and bow in easy reach, then sat, leaning against the tree. She closed her eyes as she tuned the instrument, listening to the sounds of home, or at least a close relative.
With the instrument in usable condition, her fingers started playing a sad melody that had been a favorite at the court five winters before. Even as she played, her mind drifted to that time, when she was happier, before she had lost everything.
Content: work and dreams
Setting: outside at the fountain, near the trees
Warnings: none yet
Niji briskly carried the laundry outside. Her mood was souring as the stress piled up. She was not about to let emotions show, but this had been a miserable day for her. Everything seemed to go wrong or had spiraled out of her hands. What should have been a straightforward time of hard work and accomplishment had been sidetracked.
She was civil, but short in dropping off the clothes with Phantasy, relaying Captain Duncan's offer of assistance in a few quick words. Then she was off to the pantry to find yet another meal. She was so mortally tired of cooking, but it was a useful task for her, and less exhausting than the laundry. It helped that she could be fairly solitary while stirring the fire and opening cans.
Once the rice and the stew was heating, she turned her attention to the cart of salvage. With an eye to the weather she hauled the instruments inside, and stored the medical supplies in safekeeping. The wind chimes brought a smile to her face for a moment, and she managed to hang them in the vines near Ghost's tree.
One last stir of the pots and she was satisfied that people would have something edible available. As she worked she felt a lassitude sneak up on her again. So with a sigh, she gathered up her weapons and the shamisen and went over to Ghost's tree. She carefully arranged her sword and bow in easy reach, then sat, leaning against the tree. She closed her eyes as she tuned the instrument, listening to the sounds of home, or at least a close relative.
With the instrument in usable condition, her fingers started playing a sad melody that had been a favorite at the court five winters before. Even as she played, her mind drifted to that time, when she was happier, before she had lost everything.