Post by Emiko Inoue on Dec 3, 2017 16:18:34 GMT
It had been a risk worth taking, Emiko would think to herself. Her heart had nearly burst when she had worked up the courage to ask the Headmaster permission to return to Ikigai for the holiday. It could of ended horrendously with her contorting in pain with her cheek resting in a pool of drool like the year before for having the gall to ask. But this year, for whatever reason, she'd been granted the green light.
And here she was. Walking down the cobble stone walkway. The lanturns were bright. The smell of food in the air and nestled in a hand. The silk of one of the new kimonos she'd purchased felt precious beneath her fingertips. This was everything Em could have possibly wished for. Everything. And it was worth it. The possible backlash compared to the emotions welling in her chest to be back in her home country. It was all worth it. It was worth it.
As her tall wooden sandals sounded with every dainty step she took, a particular vendor caught her eye. Oh, how Emiko's eyes glistened with childhood emotions at the sight. Kingyo sukui. Her mother had always made a point to visit it with her. There might as well have been a trail ofdust bursting up behind her with the speed she bee lined towards it. The vendor would smile widely at the sight. There was an understanding that there was no need to go over the rules of the game. Scoop in hand, in she went with a child-like joy.
Kimono
And here she was. Walking down the cobble stone walkway. The lanturns were bright. The smell of food in the air and nestled in a hand. The silk of one of the new kimonos she'd purchased felt precious beneath her fingertips. This was everything Em could have possibly wished for. Everything. And it was worth it. The possible backlash compared to the emotions welling in her chest to be back in her home country. It was all worth it. It was worth it.
As her tall wooden sandals sounded with every dainty step she took, a particular vendor caught her eye. Oh, how Emiko's eyes glistened with childhood emotions at the sight. Kingyo sukui. Her mother had always made a point to visit it with her. There might as well have been a trail ofdust bursting up behind her with the speed she bee lined towards it. The vendor would smile widely at the sight. There was an understanding that there was no need to go over the rules of the game. Scoop in hand, in she went with a child-like joy.
Kimono
