Post by himeko Kukiko Hanzagiri on May 18, 2011 15:43:40 GMT -5
Letting the parchment roll off her lap, trailing across the floor, Himeko found herself bored of reading the history of people long pasted. She knew the importance of knowing one’s ancestors, but people that passed through her life now were always at the forethought of her mind, and the strange man, that obviously bothered her Auntie Ni the other day under the trees… Was just a dusty old man… “Everyone worries too much”, Ko said to herself.
**A few days prior**
“Sir, we have arrived at the Makoto port.”
The sailors pulled in the sails trapping them from the agreeable winds that allowed the merchant ship to find without incident to its destination. The men whispered amongst themselves at about the traveler, they could tell from his features, he was from the Tokunese islands, though, he never admitted it what his business was in Zento, or why he traveled with so little possessions. The old man paid with a purse full of gold coins, only asking for a private area below deck for the voyage, during the day he would sit topside looking towards the horizon speaking very little.
Standing at the top of the gangplank, looking towards the dock, and beyond to the city gate, the old man inhaled deeply, allowing a smile to snarl across his face. Turning slowly, leaning heavily on his walking stick, he turned to the crew, taking a small pouch that was tied at his waist dropping it on the deck revealing its contents of coins, jewelry and loose gems. “Enjoy your stay in Zento”, was all he said the entire journey to the crew. With an uneasy gate he stepped off the ship and onto soil, that made the long years wash away, and looked fresh to his weary eyes.
“Sir no one is here to greet you?” One sailor absently said, passing him a crate precariously held on his head. “No my family is not aware of my return, but they shall, unfinished business as they say on the Main land” shrugging the old man off, the sailor dropped the crate with a thud, making his way back onto the ship.
With his left foot touching the ground, under his breath the old man spoke, “They will greet me soon enough”
**A few days prior**
“Sir, we have arrived at the Makoto port.”
The sailors pulled in the sails trapping them from the agreeable winds that allowed the merchant ship to find without incident to its destination. The men whispered amongst themselves at about the traveler, they could tell from his features, he was from the Tokunese islands, though, he never admitted it what his business was in Zento, or why he traveled with so little possessions. The old man paid with a purse full of gold coins, only asking for a private area below deck for the voyage, during the day he would sit topside looking towards the horizon speaking very little.
Standing at the top of the gangplank, looking towards the dock, and beyond to the city gate, the old man inhaled deeply, allowing a smile to snarl across his face. Turning slowly, leaning heavily on his walking stick, he turned to the crew, taking a small pouch that was tied at his waist dropping it on the deck revealing its contents of coins, jewelry and loose gems. “Enjoy your stay in Zento”, was all he said the entire journey to the crew. With an uneasy gate he stepped off the ship and onto soil, that made the long years wash away, and looked fresh to his weary eyes.
“Sir no one is here to greet you?” One sailor absently said, passing him a crate precariously held on his head. “No my family is not aware of my return, but they shall, unfinished business as they say on the Main land” shrugging the old man off, the sailor dropped the crate with a thud, making his way back onto the ship.
With his left foot touching the ground, under his breath the old man spoke, “They will greet me soon enough”
