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 Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 2:11 am
Seimei flitted around her garden. Several species of roses were in full bloom, their heads getting ready to fall off if she didn't cut them soon. She hummed a happy nature song that she'd heard somewhere recently, although she couldn't remember where. But, in the heat of this summer, it didn't seem to matter much.
'Snip snip!' Went the scissors as she moved down the roses that were all different shades, styles, and designs. It always surprised her how nature could continue to come up with more combinations than even she could think of on a daily basis.
But what was she going to do with all these roses? She stopped for a minute to ponder this fact.
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 1:53 pm
 Sho sat outside. That wasn't an unusual occurrence. If fact it was downright normal. The god went outside every day, even when he was working on a new flute or lending Uncle Requiem his tail so the skittish male could sleep.
No, what was unusual wasn't that Sho was outside, but where he was outside. Normally he liked meadows or lakes deep in forests. They were peaceful and offered him the solitude he still craved on occasion. When he was feeling more sociable or didn't want to travel too far, he would sit in Aunt Serenade's garden; as long as he didn't mess with any of her plants, she was fine with him being there.
But today, for some reason, Sho had followed his nose. He knew what the smell he was following was; Aunt Serenade's garden was largely functional, with herbs and food and very few plants simply for pleasure, but even she had some roses. Grandma had several types growing in her own garden. This smell was stronger than either of their gardens, strong enough that he'd caught a first subtle hint while taking a walk and by the time he tracked it to its source he'd wondered several times if he was just getting himself lost.
He now examined the roses he could see as he sat and rested. He had no clue what all these were, aside from pretty. His thoughts drifted towards some of the females in his family. Wasn't there a way to take a piece of a plant so it could grow somewhere else? They'd probably like that, if he brought them home something. Problem was he had nothing to cut with and he wasn't grappling with those thorns. Not to mention it looked like someone owned all these roses. It seemed churlish to him that anyone would take offense to him taking just a little when they had so much, but when he'd said as much to Aunt Serenade after a blistering lecture from her the one time he'd picked flowers out of her garden, she'd snapped, "Well then why don't I take one of your flutes, since you have so many?" After that he'd left gardens alone.
Sho sighed and pulled out a flute. It was made of wood, one of the first he'd made and still one of his favorites, carved and decorated in a Native American style. He put the instrument to his lips and began playing absentmindedly as he looked at the roses and tried to think of what he wanted to do next.Yoku Yoko Moko Sorry if I rambled a little. I do that sometimes > ->
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 12:23 pm
As Seimei hummed away, hidden behind the rows of roses a mournful noise of a singular flute caught her ears. She perked up, the sound was quite close. Making her way through the rows of roses she tracked down the noise and popped her head out to see a god sitting there playing the flute. She smiled over at him, but didn't want to interrupt the music, so instead she made her way out of the roses and sat down in front of him content to wait until he'd stopped playing.jinxgirl5 Sorry for my late reply. D:
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 9:49 pm
Later Sho would probably have kicked himself for not paying better attention. God or no, there were still things or people out there that might mean him harm. He'd gotten lost in the music, eyes still on the garden but unfocused like, so that he hadn't really paid attention to the movements of brown, pink, and green. Those colors were everywhere, after all, and it could have just been the plants dancing in the breeze he felt against his fur. He certainly hadn't smelled anything besides roses.
His song came to a close with the last note lingering in the air. As he lowered the flute his pale pink eyes suddenly focused and he realized only now there was a goddess sitting very close. He flinched, but at least he hadn't yelped or made any other kinds of undignified sounds.
This was only the second goddess he'd ever met. The first was back when he'd still been an impudent pup with temper issues; hopefully the female had understood, though the meeting had been short and neither had seen the other since. This one was about as different from the other in coloring as could be. He wasn't sure how old she was. It was difficult to tell with gods, or any Noodle in general, for that matter, since none showed age markers after they hit maturity.
Better to go with cautious politeness, just in case her domain was something that might hurt if she got her nose out of joint.
"Apologies for jumping, you startled me. You could have interrupted me rather than sitting and waiting for me to notice you. It would have been quicker."
Well, cautiously polite for him, anyway.Yoku Yoko Moko It's fine. I don't always respond every day either.
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