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 Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 4:20 pm
  This is a private roleplay between Li [Chrystali] and Xiu [Honeybii].
Setting:
Main Street
Li steps on one of Xiu kites and things take a turn.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 4:54 pm
He had to do something to get his mind off of Sakn. It had been a week since the incident and Xiu hadn't seen hid nor hair of the redhead. Granted, Xiu hadn't been making himself readily available either, sticking to the temple and all, but still. His missed Sakn. Missed him so much it hurt. Something would have to happen. And soon.
For now though, he wanted to do something that he didn't have to think too hard about. Kite making fell into the category. So, Xiu had gathered up all of his supplies and went to his usually place in the city gardens. It was quiet, but there were still people around to stalk to if he wished.
Not too long had passed before he had a blanket spread out on the grass of the park, covered in all the things he needed to kite make. It was fun...at least it should have been. It wasn't really, but he kept painting anyways. At least he didn't have to think about Sakn while he painted the scales of his fish kite.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 5:29 pm
It had been a beautiful day, filled with fishing and sailing and just winding down for a change. Li had spent the past week so focused on training and betterment that she'd neglected to indulge in the things that she was fighting for. Not wanting to forget her purpose or lose her focus, the Legionnaire femme had taken the time to enjoy a day out with the dock-hands she'd spent many of her years with, helping them with cleaning and gutting, enjoying the idle banter beneath the lazy swell of the sun.
As usual, they had not let her off with a simple 'thank you,' evidenced by the veritable box of fish, clay and shells that she had in her arms. It wasn't heavy, persay, but it was awkward and cumbersome in length and weight distribution within the wooden planks. Li didn't think much of her decision to cut through the park to avoid being jostled in the main streets with her wide load, certain that most children and adults would get out of her way once they could determine that her line of sight wasn't the best. It was a good idea, in theory, but it really only held up to those that were not engrossed in their own activities.
Unfortunately, Li and the painter were both rather compromised.
She didn't even see him. One moment, she was walking along amicably, going over the day in her mind's eye as she headed back to her house by memory, and the next, everything was turned upside down. Her foot landed on something that had an odd sort of resistance, quickly slick and unforgiving beneath her simple shoe. Li felt her leg sliding forward without purchase, her other foot scrambling to keep up but it was too late -- with the box in her arms and her inability to see where she was going, the girl slipped and fell backwards, landing smartly on her backside.
"Ow ow ow ow--!" Li wrinkled her nose at the sharp pain that crawled up her spine, looking down miserably at the box that had tipped to the side and spilled a third of its contents onto the grass and - what was that? A kite? Frowning, the lotus-haired femme lifted her bright eyes to see the male that was...apparently...painting kites. The very one she had just stepped on, smeared and possibly ripped via her less-than-graceful fall.
Swallowing hard and looking at the paint that spattered her dark shoe, she grimaced and had the consideration to look embarrassed. "Sorry," she murmured quietly, "didn't see you there." It was a lame excuse to Li's ears, as it was hard to miss a full-blown kite sprawled over a blanket, but her ability to see over the box had been limited. It was her own fault for daydreaming.
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