Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25955740-20160417015710/@comment-28131316-20160421232246

Her fingers flew across the pages, as the pencil sketched and fingers smudged. Her caramel brown eyes glanced up only on occassion, as her hand would drop for her cleaning clothe. She'd clean her fingers off, dry them gently and then get back to work. The pages filled with the scenes before her, as small notes appeared beside the images. Slowly but surely the images bloomed, and the notes filled the pages. Everything that she could see was noted, sketched, and designed. She would show them at the right time. Though she wanted to have a chance like others would.

With a deep breath the young woman carefully used one of her smaller knives to slice a few pages off. Just a few ones, the Daimyo - The Hokage, and the Golden Phoenixes. She released that long held breath, one she didn't understand. She gathered what little courage beat in her chest, she straightened her back and started to make her way through the crowd. She moved quietly, even in the garments she wore, she owed that to the training that she had undergone in the last 18 months. Though the woman could not see it,she had made marked improvement in that time. Those that had known her from before, were still surprised at the sort of Lady like mannerisms and calm that seemed to come from her more and more each passing day.

Despite the fire in her soul, that her eyes could not hide, she still kept that sweet calm demeanor around her. She approached those waiting to see the Hokage and the others of importance. She carefully tucked her pencils away, hide her cleaning cloth in her top, and tucked away the note book the images had come from. Her mother, when she had shown love to Kumiko before, had always told her that if you were approaching someone of importance at an event like this - one should never come empty handed to someone of import. A gift of any sort, even as small as a flower from a child, could hold meaning.

All she wanted was a chance to meet these men, and speak her humblest thanks to them. That was all she needed at the moment, all she wished. So she waited patiently, the images held between her hands, and her eyes focusing intently on the scene that had unfolded. She wasn't going to shy away, but she was going to watch and wait. Patience was a virtue she learned a long time ago, and she would gladly wait for her chance to meet them.