Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-26068742-20170529191227/@comment-27573742-20170529201914

4:20pm 

'''The morning had went by swiftly for the young Avikame. There was a fairly long meditation session that was followed by a reading of her favorite novel. She was fortunate to get a few days off after receiving a letter that she was being placed on a squad. Of course, the excitement stirred in her blood but it hardly showed on her face. The girl wore a bland expression just about everywhere she went. The home smelled of freshly brewed peach tea and herbs. Her hand clasped the edge of the sliding door before giving a subtle tug to feel it slide open. Grandmother was still there looking through the glass. A place where she could watch the color of the sky change, her favorite place in the home. The girl of the mist did not wish to leave her Grandmother without something to eat, so she quickly left to the kitchen to make something. After stirring up a bowl of fruits for her Grandmother, she brought it to her lap-- where her old hands would cup the bottom of it. '''

 “I use to be a ninja like you” Grandmother spoke softly, her voice weakened and worn with time. Her eyes held a glimmer of the sight of the day that kissed the leaves of the land. Avikame just watched while Grandmother seemed to be lost in the view. The young girl’s eyes seemed to be weary with sadness, though none of her own expression could indicate that but the window to the soul. She let her hands leave the sides of the bowl for its full weight to rest gently in the palms of her Grandmother’s hand. Avikame’s arms rested at her side as she moved away, taking a gentle breath to speak one last time.



“Yes, I know Grandma… I’ll try not to be too long. You know how I like to be early… ” Avikame spoke with what little energy she could spare, uncertain as to what Sensei Erebus might ask of her.



Gentle steps echoed around the room as Avikame made her way toward the sliding door, only to be halted by her Grandmother’s sudden cough. The young girl’s foot was ready for another step but rested back against the hardwood floor.   “You do not have to do this Avikame….” She said softly.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.32;margin-top:5pt;margin-bottom:0pt;margin-left:15pt;margin-right:20pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Roboto;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Her steps were softly heard with the gentle winds that cascaded around the young ninja. She had brought a small satchel with her equipment. Upon arriving to the training grounds, she would immediately spot the sensei smoking at the center of the yard. He was incredibly easy to spot but she was surprised that he was here so incredibly early… At least, she figured that might be him-- What with all he was wearing. While making a b-line to him would have saved her sometime, she instead just followed the path around the yard. Avikame stepped in front of Erebus with a bland expression, making her seem a bit tired. She just stared at the joint he had in his hands and then averted her gaze up to his eyes. “I hope you’re feeling okay.” She says, bowing to him and then straightening back up with a bit akward speed. “I’m Avikame Yuki, Sensei. You wanted to speak with me about my birthplace.” She queued, glancing around before speaking to him softly, “I was not intending on mentioning it.” Avikame stood, waiting patiently for his response. The girl gave him her undivided attention, not willing to miss any amount of information that might appear on his expression. Did he like her? Did he hate her? How come he singled her out? Was he about to kill her then and there? You could ask if this was all just anxiety creeping up her spine, but it was really only cautionary questions.