Where the sun touches earth

Isabella Heiwa · 09-14-2012, 07:24 PM

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Setting	Location	Form	NPCs
Date: 14 Sept (this okay?) Weather: Breezy Time: Afternoon		Optime	Kaoru Hideki

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let me know if anything is all crappy crap!
(WHO ARE YOU I KNOW YOUAMG ;__ Wink

The slave held the reins of the finicky mare, knowing that he ought to be doing the work his mistress was doing. Instead she had ordered him to hold onto her mare and prepare the saddle bags for her. He had flipped them over when she had bobbed her head, chin flicking in his direction. Smooth, liquid movements were all he had done and the woman stared at him carefully. The flowers in the field still had their merry yellow heads, despite the seasons changing soon. Lately, the weather had felt warm almost constantly, as though summer persisted despite the fact it ought to be fall by then. Certainly some trees had begun to shed their leaves with the accustomed rhythm, though others still felt that summer warmth. Thankfully the plants here were still blooming sunshine gold.

"Open it. 開く," she said roughly, hands cupped. The slave peered into her hands and saw the black shells of sunflower seeds piled high. The white Akita rushed to open the bag, flipping it open with a flick. The inside was lined with old, clean linens, as always. The slave stepped aside, sniffling as Isabella dropped the handful into the bag. It was just a handful and seemed so pitifully small inside of the saddlebag. It had seemed a mountain in her pale hands. Isabella scoffed at the sight of the small pile. The slave said nothing, but held onto the reins as ordered. "Go, help me. Ducky seems fine and these empty stalks will force her attention." Kaoru nodded his head, only understanding a quarter of the words spoken to him but obeying those he knew. "はい," he affirmed, bowing at the waist and slipping into the field of sunflowers to pick at the seeds for oils. Isabella stared after the white slave picking seeds from the sunny heads, piling them into his hands. "Quel spectacle de voir .. Bel homme travaillant pour une belle femme." Her lips caressed the words softly as she let the reins drop.

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