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 Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 10:47 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2016 1:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2016 1:09 pm
One Meeting Survived!
After dropping Arima safely back at her place, where he hoped that she would remain since it was far safer then letting the naive girl wander about on her own, Saraf was on his way back to his own home. He'd need to check in with his mother, give her the gifts that were obtained for her during his time out with the strange 'Lady of Oba' and then he'd decide what to do from there. Surely, since he'd gone to the meeting as per his mothers request he would be off the hook for a while, right? That was what he was hoping at least because he really, really didn't want to have to go on another of those things. There was always the chance that the next girl wouldn't be as eager to throw herself into danger but Saraf was just not up for it as of yet. He'd need at least a week to recover from today's little adventure he thought to himself, grumbling a bit under his breath, one hand lifting up to rub at his aching chin.
As he left the neighborhood where Arima lived he headed toward where he lived with his mother. It was a nice neighborhood as well but not quite as swanky as where Arima lived. No matter though, he enjoyed the place well enough... provided of course the door to the house stayed locked so that no other weirdos wandered in by mistake. Of course as he got home, reaching out to check the knob, it opened right up... something that made him sigh a bit. Alright, that was it, he really needed to see about going through with his plan to get his motehr a bodyguard because otherwise she was going to end up in as much trouble as Arima attempted to throw herself into today. A thought that brought him to the horrifying realization that the two women were fairly similar when it came to their lack of survival sense.
Shaking off that thought he stepped inside, calling out, "I'm home!" Which instantly had him getting tackled by Elred before the cat started to attempt to climb Saraf as though he were a tree. It was something that caused him to groan a bit before he plucked the cat off his leg, lifting him up so that he could perch on his shoulders, "Be careful, Elred, you have knives for hands." He reminded the cat before looking around, spotting his mother peeking out at him from the kitchen, a curious expression on her face. It was something that made him sigh before he closed the distance between the two of them.
Upon reaching the short woman that was his mother he handed off the cloth to her first saying, "We went on a walk in the marketplace. I saw this and thought you would like it." He then got out the decorative sun accessory and held it out to her, "This is a gift from Lady Arima to you." His mother happily took the cloth and the little golden sun, inspecting them both, before she started to fawn over the gifts in a manner that actually got Saraf to relax a bit, giving her a smile.
"I hope that you had fun at the meeting, Saraf." The woman said in a happy voice before asking, "Did it work out? Is she going to be my daughter in law? Will I have grandchildren soon?"
Questions that he knew that he should have seen coming but still caused him to sigh a bit in a manner that said that he was suffering from the onslaught. Why she wanted to marry him off so fast when he hadn't even achieved his goals within the army. Didn't she know that he had to become successful first and then he would go off and find himself a wife to bare him heirs? That was the way that it was supposed to go! At least that was the way that Saraf believed that it was supposed to go. It made things easier knowing that all of the ground work was laid out first lest things run the risking of going awry! He said none of this thought instead merely shaking his head, "Lady Arima is... an... interesting girl but no, we won't be getting married on the morrow or anything, mother."
Emi gave a bit of a pout, one hand resting on her hip, "You know that neither of us are getting any younger, Saraf. I want grandchildren while I can still play with them and that means you finding a wife before you have gray in your hair." She said in a scolding manner, then moved to set the gifts down on the table in the kitchen, "No matter. If Lady Arima wasn't to your liking I have a few other friends that have daughters about your age. I am sure that we can find someone that is more suited to you... huh? Saraf?"
As Emi turned to looked toward where Saraf had been but a moment ago she'd find the space empty as her son had fled. It was something that made her pout for a moment before lifting a hand to cover a giggle, "Ah well, I guess the next meeting will have to wait a little bit. Soon though."
Down the hall and out the door Saraf stood in the courtyard, breathing a bit heavy from the sprint, before he looked at Elred and said, "I don't think I would survive another meeting like that so soon, especially if the woman is similar to Arima." Plotting down on one of the chairs that were sitting in the courtyard he shifted Elred onto his lap, petting the cat while he thought on ways to try to save himself from his mother's attempts at marriage. The only thing he could come up with was distracting her with something else, but for the time being he was drawing a blank. No matter, he'd figure it out soon and then she'd have something else to do that wasn't trying to get herself grand children by any means necessary.
(( Word Count: 1019 ))
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2016 1:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2016 9:00 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 10:15 am
Growth Solo: His Future Self
(( On his way back from leave Saraf thinks over the differences between where he is now and where he'd dreamed of being when he was a prentice. The differences are vast but he actually finds himself a lot happier now then he was before. While he might not ever be the General of the Oban army he finds that where he is now suits him more and has possibly made him a better man. It's something that he is pleased to realize. ))
The time that he'd spent in Sulburi was the time that he would mark as being 'interesting at best, aggravating at worst' but it was done with for the time being and Saraf was on his way back to his unit so that the lot of them could once more return to what they had been doing for some time now. It was an interesting unit, one that he would never have joined on his own in the past, and only joined due to finding himself banished to it. The until was filled to the brim with all manner of interesting people, those who were criminals at one point or another, those that didn't come from the best of places in Oba, the sons and daughters of noble's mistresses, there was even a halfbreed or two. It was a unit that seemed to accept anyone that was willing to take on the dangers that went along with taking on the dangers that plagued the Oban wilds. Anything from wild beasts to bandits and of late Saraf found himself rather... comfortable there.
He didn't have to worry about who he was, instead all that really mattered was his skills and how he used them, making him enjoy serving with such a group. There was nobody in the unit that would pick fights with him over his temperament, they wouldn't mock him for his run ins with strange women... though they did tease him about it, and most of all they wouldn't drag his mother's name through the mud as a means to tick him off. At the same time he found himself wondering how far he could climb being a part of a sort of outcast unit. He was only supposed to stay for a couple months and those months stretched out to multiple excursions with him finding no desire to go back and it was, for one as driven as he was in his youth, strange. One would think that after his month of banishment was over that he'd return to his regular unit and serve within Sulburi once more. What happened to his dreams of being a General one day?
It was odd, he knew that he could probably request of his unit leader to let him go back. Heck, the man had asked him on a couple of occasions when Saraf went on leave if he was going to return to his old until. He always found himself considering just that during his time off only to return once more to the outcast unit because he found himself more comfortable there. He had friends there instead of enemies, he could joke around with them, could rely on them, and despite them teasing him on occasion for things he wasn't really afraid of them going to far. It was a good group of people even if they weren't what was considered the best, most upstanding unit. It wasn't the sort of group that one went to if they had a unit like the other one that he served with to go back to. Where he'd been before he had the chance to rise in rank, to possibly even serve close to the royal family one day if he worked hard enough... but was what he wanted anymore?
He knew that to serve in that unit and to rise higher he had to do more then just train himself harder then everyone else. There was also a lot of politics involved, one had to make the right friends, say all the right things, lick the right boots, and there was that part of him that was no longer interested in that sort of stuff. If he went back he had a chance at being the best of the best but if he stayed with the unit he was currently in he had the chance to be happy. It was a weird thought, considering that perhaps being the best wouldn't make him happy. In fact Saraf knew that it didn't. While he'd served in the army, while he'd been with only his own people, he'd been a horrible person. He yelled at people from others tribes, picked fights with them, hated them... and it was something he looked back at with shame.
He'd met with some who weren't all that bad, those like Issaly who he still missed on occasion, then there were those like Arima, an awkward and troublesome girl, one that he'd of hated in his youth. Now though he hadn't really minded spending that afternoon with her even if she had gotten him into a bar brawl for the first time. There were many things that he could consider when it came to his return to his until, who he wanted to become one day being the most important of all of those decisions and while he wasn't sure there was one thing that he did know for certain. He didn't want to be the Saraf that he used to be, he didn't want to spend his entire life as a closed off, hateful man. He didn't want to react again to a person as he had to Issaly when he'd met up with him again, how he'd dealt with that Leaf Woman that had gotten lost, or any of countless others in the past. He wanted to be himself but a better version of himself.
Looking ahead of himself Saraf saw the gathering of men and women that were the 'outcast unit' a few of them laughing, a few looking as though they were arguing, which only caused the rest to laugh a bit more. As he got closer one of them turned, lifting a hand to wave at him, before another called out, "Oi, Saraf! Come tell us about that adventure in the tavern everyone's talking about!" Something that actually caused Saraf of all people to flush a bit as he lifted a hand to rub it against his face. Of course they would hear about that... the whole unit likely knew that he'd gotten in a battle trying to protect Arima's modesty and he couldn't help but to be embarrassed by it. Still, none of them were looking at him with disgust over what he'd done. If anything they were eager to hear the truth from his mouth... mostly so they could spend countless hours teasing him about it.
Giving pause glanced over his shoulder, looking the way of where the King of Oba and the other nobles lived, waiting for that sense of longing to fill him... and found that it just wasn't there. It wasn't the same as in his youth when he only had one dream. Dreams changed it seemed he thought to himself, turning back around, and quickened his steps so that he could cover the distance between himself and the rest of his unit. It was time for him to gather up with the others so that they could head out once more to patrol the desert and keep everyone safe from threats that they never even considered were lurking out there. Their job was the sort that, if done right, nobody would ever notice. It was something that would have driven the prentice him mad but the present him wanted nothing more in this moment then to return to that work in full force even if that meant him getting a bit of ribbing from his fellow soldiers.
(( Word Count: 1234 ))
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 8:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2016 6:10 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 05, 2017 2:38 pm
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2017 7:57 pm
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2017 7:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2017 3:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2017 9:45 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2017 2:06 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 5:47 pm
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