Post by Asahina Yuuto on Feb 12, 2012 15:16:23 GMT -5
A small tempest twirls in the background, the faint sparkle of a kami’s tail teasing the petals and pistols of a flower arrangement hanging precariously upon the wall. Even the air kami fail to resist the intoxicating aroma and display of rose, white, and plum; they sample each bloom, relishing in the spectacle of such out-of-season festivity.
Yuuto’s attention absent, keenly intent to wander from current considerations, is quickly nudged to reality by his formerly timid assistant, now more annoyed in his demeanor, as he whispers into Yuuto’s ear. The senior shugenja had become rather aloof and distant in the last month, whether due to the events of Seawatch Castle or the letter he continually prodded and pinched under his sleeve was anyone’s guess; if the other families could not see it, it was painfully obvious to more closer kin that with the sabbatical of the Daimyo, and the Hatamato’s retreat into personal meditations, it was questionable anyone was attending to the Asahina’s needs at all.
Focusing his eyes towards Hitoshi, centering his vision upon more grim and hardened souls, he nods an acknowledgement, weaving his words delicately, “Hitoshi-san, although I am loathe to involve myself in such movements, the reality is that some in my family have become quite concerned with the Crab’s occupation of Lonely Shore City, and the isolation it places us from the clan.” Breathing more deeply and lowering his now closed eyes, he continues, “if we are to commit ourselves to violence, better to strengthen our bonds to one another, and placate the growing fears surrounding the Crab’s policies and procedures in the occupation of our fellow Crane, than risk our army elsewhere.”
Momentarily glancing towards the Yasuki Daimyo to gauge his reaction, he returns his attention to the collected Crane, adding, “as for the Emperor, if the Seppun are not willing to trust the safety of the heir to the Phoenix, I do not see why we can trust the safety of the Emperor to those outside our borders. The Hantei would be better served in our care, bringing morale to those training under his flag, than a more minimalistic existence hiding with those of more martial pursuits.”
With a hurried look, the shugenja draws the attention of his assistant, whispering a command and a direction, before returning his eyes to the council.
Yuuto’s attention absent, keenly intent to wander from current considerations, is quickly nudged to reality by his formerly timid assistant, now more annoyed in his demeanor, as he whispers into Yuuto’s ear. The senior shugenja had become rather aloof and distant in the last month, whether due to the events of Seawatch Castle or the letter he continually prodded and pinched under his sleeve was anyone’s guess; if the other families could not see it, it was painfully obvious to more closer kin that with the sabbatical of the Daimyo, and the Hatamato’s retreat into personal meditations, it was questionable anyone was attending to the Asahina’s needs at all.
Focusing his eyes towards Hitoshi, centering his vision upon more grim and hardened souls, he nods an acknowledgement, weaving his words delicately, “Hitoshi-san, although I am loathe to involve myself in such movements, the reality is that some in my family have become quite concerned with the Crab’s occupation of Lonely Shore City, and the isolation it places us from the clan.” Breathing more deeply and lowering his now closed eyes, he continues, “if we are to commit ourselves to violence, better to strengthen our bonds to one another, and placate the growing fears surrounding the Crab’s policies and procedures in the occupation of our fellow Crane, than risk our army elsewhere.”
Momentarily glancing towards the Yasuki Daimyo to gauge his reaction, he returns his attention to the collected Crane, adding, “as for the Emperor, if the Seppun are not willing to trust the safety of the heir to the Phoenix, I do not see why we can trust the safety of the Emperor to those outside our borders. The Hantei would be better served in our care, bringing morale to those training under his flag, than a more minimalistic existence hiding with those of more martial pursuits.”
With a hurried look, the shugenja draws the attention of his assistant, whispering a command and a direction, before returning his eyes to the council.