originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b][i]The Water Rose[/i][/b]
[b][u]Dojoville[/u][/b]
[b]The sodden feet lay barefoot against the hard tile of the stone road, the rain soaking the skin thoroughly.[/b]
[b]She walked with no real goal, headed in no particular direction, exhaustion burdening her like her hunger... But that was no concern now.[/b]
[b]Her large umbrella covered her from the torrent's onslaught, and the long black veil that hung from the sides hid her from view.[/b]
[b]And just as it seemed that she would fall from exhaustion, she found slight relief in a bench. It had no cover, but she didn't mind. It was minor solace in a maelstrom.[/b]
[b]Her chest heaved slightly, her long breaths accompanied by the distant crack of thunder, and a spiderweb of lightning... So far from home. She wasn't sure where she was... All she knew is that she needed to keep going. A refugee...[/b]
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[b]Time seemed to pass, as she had seemingly drifted off into sleep, and as she awoke she realized that the storm had given way to a clear sky. Stars sparkled above and she let out a sigh of relief.[/b]
[b]With a click, she twisted her umbrella handle the veil around her raising up and vanishing inside the contraption, the umbrella folding away a moment later.[/b]
[b]And there sat the newest member of the dojo... A strikingly beautiful woman, of strange origin. She had light blue, almost pale skin like a ghost, dotted with black. And along her legs and arms were glowing lines, turquoise in hue. Then there was her hair... Oh her hair... Sunset red, like the falling leaves in autumn. The hair perfectly accompanied her eyes that shimmered like powerful fires, warm and kind. Her face was delicate and gentle, radiating life and joy. She wore a long black dress with a hood, which her hair was neatly folded into, as was a custom of her exotic species. Lastly, there was her crest, hung right above her forehead... Held in place by a metal rod, which also held her hair in place. Signaling her status in her society... Royalty... The rarest blossom of her kind.[/b]
[spoiler]https://i.imgur.com/A099tv7.jpg[/spoiler]
[b]But such radiance was diminished by her tired eyes and aching feet. She never wore shoes... So the hard trail had hurt them severely... But the rain had eased away the trial of blood.[/b]
[b]It was clear she was no fighter, her exposing attire and soft features making it very apparent... But she was no push over. For such a gentle disposition, she held a kind of strength, a raw passion... [/b]
[b]She was lost, she was tired... And maybe even a little hungry... But she didn't dare move. Yet, despite her exhaustion, she felt sleep elude her. She knew she needed some help.[/b]
[b]And so she sat, quiet on the bench, her hands folded neatly over her exposed stomach, watching the fireflies dance and parade as they celebrated the new fresh night... And the luminous maze of stars above.[/b]
[spoiler]Open! She could use some info for just a talk.[/spoiler]
English
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"Ah my dear. If only life saw it as such"
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[i]"Well... You deserve a good life."[/i]
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"I've lived. Maybe not the best. Thank you, Chloe."
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[i]"I wish to see you again... W-Will you still be here...?"[/i] [b]She asked simply, looking at him once more.[/b]
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"I'll be here. Whenever needed."
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[i]"I'm glad..."[/i] [b]She enjoyed his company, greatly hoping to keep him in mind.[/b]
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"For now though. I think we've taken down some walls." [b]He stands, turning to smile at you [/b] "Same time tomorrow?"
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[i]"I'll try my best..."[/i] [b]She said with a large smile, excited for the prospect of another talk, albeit even if it was passed by mostly thoughts.[/b]
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"In that case, I bid you farewell." [b]Despite his age, he bowed at her and stood, turning to leave [/b]
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[b]She bowed her head and return and gave a small wave.[/b]