Post by EriChar on May 7, 2014 8:30:20 GMT -5
Cumulus… Sunshine beating down on the large, round land of the water’s city, from one of the tops of a roof, a young woman quietly peered up at the sky through untamed bangs of cyan, observing the state of the sky. Vaporous masses dotted around the heavens, there weren’t so many clouds as to spoil the morning with gloom or rain, and to some they actually seemed to make the sky look better. Small, puffy and almost fluffy wisps on top of a canvas as blue as this girls hair, they were like cotton buds that some careless individual had spilled over the atmosphere, which had neglected to have been tidy away, and now added a little more character to an otherwise empty skyline.
Nice little guys… The subtlest of smiles drawn on the face of the girl who looked above her as she analysed the shape of the cloud formations indication some measure of enjoyment, as the day broke and the girl watched with an unusual fascination, she wound her hands together and out of nothing seemed to ‘wind up’ a miniature version for herself. Like binding up a ball of wool, the hands of this high seated lady grew hazy for a moment, and then between them a tiny little ball of cloud seemed to hover, every bit as fluffy and white as any in the sky.
It still won’t taste like cotton candy, no matter how many times you bite it though… The orb of vapour swirling around her index finger as she toyed with it, the blue haired girl fought off an often held mental fantasy of biting into one of this beauties and finding a sweet taste, her mouth opened and moved to bite the small puff she made before refusing hesitantly; as if she sensed the disappointment the taste would bring.
You should go join your ‘family’… Giggling quietly to herself as she finished toying with the mass of droplets and watched it drift above her, as the watermelon-sized cloud grew smaller and smaller and disappeared into the blueness above to mingle with it’s much larger ‘brothers and sisters’, the girl let her eye line linger around the heavens once again, this time with a degree more intellect than whimsy as she read the almost ‘perfect’ summer conditions.
There will probably be a few showers in the afternoon… Though, the island isn’t exactly suffering from a drought. The slight briskness of the morning air and degree of humidity around her that made that little cloud so easy to ‘whip up’ telling this bright young girl that rain was due, she subconsciously drew an umbrella into her lap and looked around the ‘streets’ below as long channels of water washing and sloshing around with no real need to be added to. Such a peaceful time it was, the early morning, with everyone slowly rising from their beds and getting ready for the day ahead, and the distant sounds of the shipwrights starting work; everyone seemed to have somewhere to go to, at least everyone but her.
So, why was she here? Why was this girl taking in the skyline and forecasting the day, without anywhere to go? Well, the former was an easy question to answer, since it was a hobby that was so ingrained that it had become habit. Every day, come the shine of sun or the fall of rain and snow, she liked to sit outside and muse over the weather the day would have, more often than not being proved completely correct. The latter, that was a bit trickier to explain, and something she didn’t wish to dwell on. Long story short, the place she had to go to no longer seemed to think she should attend, and so she had been found at something of a loose end. Kneeling on a rooftop in a blouse and matching vest and skirt, she silently wondered what she would do with her free time, but already knew the answer to that. All this girl now had to do was wait and wonder when her ‘task’ for the day would emerge.
They usually rise quite early, for the most part…. Peering over the canal in front of her to the window of an inn opposite, this observing girl tried to peek through its curtains and see what was happening in the room beyond. While not really looking to see anything in particular, and certainly not seeking some perverse sight she could imprint into her mind for all of time, the observant young woman was awfully curious about its occupants, and had she been a bolder young woman she may have introduced herself to them and made their acquaintance. Because she was afflicted with a painful degree of shyness, seemed to spend her time as an eternal ‘voyeur’; peeking into the lives and affairs of those who captured her imagination.
Impolite circles may have called her a ‘stalker’, and while it was true she stalked those whom with which she had become interested, this blue headed girl was not so twisted or invasive as to have any malice in what she was doing. Like one may have watch birds or insects for a love of their features so too did this young woman, with the minor revision that the watching which she did seemed to involve people rather than animals. Was that legal? Probably not, but she was good at what she did, and had yet to be caught by any form of authority. Shinobi and other assassin or spy groups seemed to have missed a trick with this young woman for ignoring her, for this woman named Mitohsu Ukki was perhaps one of the world’s elite in terms of stealth, her character so unnoticeable that she could probably casually stroll in and out of a royal chamber without anyone paying the slightest bit of attention. I dare say, had she not been the focus of this narrators attention, even I may not have noticed her here, slightly watching the window in the hopes of spying her ‘target’.
There we go, up and about! Heart beginning to race as she heard the familiar sounds of women’s voices down below, while the curtains had remained closed, it would appear that the cadre of individuals who in the recent days had become so fascinating had slipped out with some degree of subterfuge now in the streets below her. Eyes widening as she watched, Miss Mitohsu peered over the edge of the rooftop down to the street below and instantly recognised her quarries, having left the inn and stepped along the path next to the canal.
Always so lively and bold, aren’t they? Cheeks flushing slightly in a sort of excited abashment, Ukki watched as the women moved along the street, the ‘golden one’ having stepped out in a scandalous garment as always. It was a brisk morning with crispness in the air, and yet the girl with dark skin and curly hair seemed to have no problem showing off her skin through the thin covering of a semi-opaque sarong tied around her bust like a dress. Flaring out lazily, and hiding little of what was beneath, the brightly yellow bikini that this young woman wore underneath might has well have been all she wore for what the peach coloured garment seemed to hide; almost as if she had chosen this outfit to overtly show her undergarments to passers-by.
Miss Curls is so brazen, like always… Envying the almost shameless manner in which that girl seemed to decorate herself, the one on the rooftop felt as if she was wearing at least twenty or thirty more layers than the ‘curly girly’, looking down at her own frumpy dress sense and knowing which of their outfits she’d prefer to wear.
And then there’s her friends… Skirting along the rooftop with steps as silent as hiding mouse, the young woman followed the feet of those on the floor quietly, and could only find equal degrees of discomfiture with how audaciously these two friends also seemed to dress…
(((Mitohsu Ukki = 7da9b8)))