02-08-2010, 12:18 AM
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Rikka also kept her distance from the lap of the waves against the shore. Sometimes the cold caress of the ocean could be invigorating, but it did not sound nice at the current moment. It would just make her more cold than lively. In the warmer months though she was certain that she would take many dips out into the bath to cleanse her body and spirit. Bathing was something she did more for spiritual fulfillment rather than hygiene. The woman couldn't really remember a recent time where she smelled unpleasant. With her constant burning of incense that was most often what she smelled like. Some may not enjoy the strong aroma, but she loved it.
It had been a foolish oversight, but she truly hadn't even thought that bringing up where she came from would summon up the demons from her past. Rikka had a fairly easy time separating peoples from places, but of course not everyone did. Especially not if their whole experience in a place had been so dependent on those around them. The woman felt Vieira's discomfort, but was surprised when she went so far as to say she needed to leave. A sad frown creased her lips as she glanced over at the retreating girl. "Sorry..." she whispered, not even sure if the other would hear. Rikka was trying her best, but she didn't know if she'd ever be able to make Vieira feel comfortable around her. It saddened her, but she did not know what else she could do.
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Rikka also kept her distance from the lap of the waves against the shore. Sometimes the cold caress of the ocean could be invigorating, but it did not sound nice at the current moment. It would just make her more cold than lively. In the warmer months though she was certain that she would take many dips out into the bath to cleanse her body and spirit. Bathing was something she did more for spiritual fulfillment rather than hygiene. The woman couldn't really remember a recent time where she smelled unpleasant. With her constant burning of incense that was most often what she smelled like. Some may not enjoy the strong aroma, but she loved it.
It had been a foolish oversight, but she truly hadn't even thought that bringing up where she came from would summon up the demons from her past. Rikka had a fairly easy time separating peoples from places, but of course not everyone did. Especially not if their whole experience in a place had been so dependent on those around them. The woman felt Vieira's discomfort, but was surprised when she went so far as to say she needed to leave. A sad frown creased her lips as she glanced over at the retreating girl. "Sorry..." she whispered, not even sure if the other would hear. Rikka was trying her best, but she didn't know if she'd ever be able to make Vieira feel comfortable around her. It saddened her, but she did not know what else she could do.