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緑 - Kaede - April 01, 2025
@Kikyo <3
kaede does not stray from where masa-sama has indicated.
if he has warriors here, she will stay. one pledged is of their own. the other is not.
leaves trail in green splendor. she makes herself useful by fashioning a broad leaf and beginning to gather among viridian stalks on the ground.
samurai she is not. warrior she is not. lady kaede's hidden strength is the adder's bite of time-honored potion, and like such serpents, she must keep it coiled and unseen.
stooped as she is, her ears do not close to the cawing forest around her.
if he has warriors here, she will stay. one pledged is of their own. the other is not.
leaves trail in green splendor. she makes herself useful by fashioning a broad leaf and beginning to gather among viridian stalks on the ground.
samurai she is not. warrior she is not. lady kaede's hidden strength is the adder's bite of time-honored potion, and like such serpents, she must keep it coiled and unseen.
stooped as she is, her ears do not close to the cawing forest around her.
RE: 緑 - Kikyo - April 01, 2025
he paces. it has been weeks since his last visit by any of his kodama and the man is restless; he knows patience as something he must endure.
the murder overhead draws a curious glance, and as the crows settle they continue their cries. have they found something?
moving steadily through the darkwood, kikyō faces a figure bent over the green, as if in supplication, and he wishes it were one of his men.
RE: 緑 - Kaede - April 01, 2025
it will not be a man's face which rises from her pick over the green.
another man, one rife with scars.
thus far, two men who speak their tongue range these woods. she does not know if he is a third.
proud posture offers proud bow, the lady's immediate way of discernment.
her body is tense with wariness.
another man, one rife with scars.
thus far, two men who speak their tongue range these woods. she does not know if he is a third.
proud posture offers proud bow, the lady's immediate way of discernment.
her body is tense with wariness.
RE: 緑 - Kikyo - April 03, 2025
he bears witness to something rare, at least in his lifetime.
the woman is poised, she is careful, and she is unguarded. he cannot decide if she is attractive or not; this is a fault in himself, so dedicated to his desire for revenge that kikyo does not recognize much else.
she bows.
he gives the slightest indication of a bow; the feline closing of his eyes, the tilt of his head, his chin barely dipping towards his throat. her bow is vastly steep by comparison.
she is... afraid.
you travel without guard. a bold choice.but he does not say this to intimidate—perhaps to commend her for such a choice. she must trust in herself.
RE: 緑 - Kaede - April 04, 2025
that fear eases when the man speaks. another of their own. kaede lets herself glimpse him in snatches of flickering lash. he bears more scarring than she has realized, a warrior older than masa-sama or those who follow the samurai.
older, but not ancient.
"i travel with akashita masa and his men," kaede responds, her eyes downcast now in politeness. had he too seen her as a lady? then he will take her words as warning; she is not a woman alone.
but kaede believes in the code which binds such men. perhaps she should, but no longer does she fear him.
older, but not ancient.
"i travel with akashita masa and his men," kaede responds, her eyes downcast now in politeness. had he too seen her as a lady? then he will take her words as warning; she is not a woman alone.
but kaede believes in the code which binds such men. perhaps she should, but no longer does she fear him.
RE: 緑 - Kikyo - April 04, 2025
to hear that this woman was protected by masa did surprise him. he did not often encounter samurai willing to weaken their position by keeping women around - but then, he considered, this could have been for the boy's sake.
she looked too well cared for to be a peasant and lacked the desperation that might lead a woman to sell herself; so then he wondered about their arrangement.
masa had the composition of a true samurai. his sense of honor would prevent such attachments. kikyo knew the teachings of bushido well, but could not say the same of himself.
what brought you here to live among them? a betrothal?it wasn't out of the realm of possibility; neither was it important except to feed kikyo's curiosity.
RE: 緑 - Kaede - April 04, 2025
he is the first to ask upon that singular note: why a lady of status traveled alone.
practiced answers would not do. kaede has felt his eyes upon her all this while. he does not look at her as a man might. his stare is incisive as he gathers her into his sight.
"i was alone. masa-sama found me and offered a place as warrior."
a laughable thought, but the man before her will draw his own conclusions.
practiced answers would not do. kaede has felt his eyes upon her all this while. he does not look at her as a man might. his stare is incisive as he gathers her into his sight.
"i was alone. masa-sama found me and offered a place as warrior."
a laughable thought, but the man before her will draw his own conclusions.
RE: 緑 - Kikyo - April 04, 2025
she was evading his question.
stone-faced, although it is a joke that lilts from her lips, kikyo considers all the ways he might get the information out of her. he chooses the calm way, for now.
early cold leaping,
a fair, lonely lady bows
at the old lotus.
the corners of his lips twitch, almost to smile. the haiku drifts from his tongue.
your name?
RE: 緑 - Kaede - April 05, 2025
his haiku is charmingly disarming. kaede is not surprised to know that this man is educated. often it is the lot of a learned man to take up his blade, no matter how proverbial.
but she cannot evince her delight by simpering, by hiding her face, by allowing her mouth to curve or her eyes to glow. instead the evidence is in the tension of her shoulders, the way a laugh is holding itself silent til death.
"i am ichimonji kaede of tamayo." it is more of herself than she wishes to give. "should i call you yosa no buson, my lord?"
but she cannot evince her delight by simpering, by hiding her face, by allowing her mouth to curve or her eyes to glow. instead the evidence is in the tension of her shoulders, the way a laugh is holding itself silent til death.
"i am ichimonji kaede of tamayo." it is more of herself than she wishes to give. "should i call you yosa no buson, my lord?"