yakota
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Post by yakota on May 12, 2011 3:20:46 GMT -5
Yakota got up extra early this morning, deciding that she would begin her daily practices among the towering trees that surround her village. She walked along the pathway contemplating the day ahead, when she came to the perfect clearing. Slowly she set aside the box she had carried on her back. Next she set down her shamisen, neatly wrapped, on the box. Then she stood for a brief moment gathering her balance and focus. She was dressed in a sky blue kimono, with a wide white obi tied elegantly behind her. She let her long black hair hang, which was a rare sight indeed; and her only make-up was a simple powder to unify her pale features.
With a deliberate hand, she removed two white fans from her obi and opened them swiftly, resounding in the quiet forest with a commanding snap. Holding one to the side at her waist, and the other held close just in front of her face. Her dance began, a beautiful set of steps and motions many generations old; every step light but certain, and every motion minimal but utterly magnified. This dance went on for some time, and then finally she folded her fans and replaced them in her obi. Then she gently unwrapped her Shamisen and began to play. The song she was playing was the first taught to her by her grandmother called yarawaka te or gentle hands. Thorough study had lent much intonation and value to her music, and every chord and stroke were carefully practiced.
As she played the slow and somber melody echoed throughout the trees.
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yakota
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Post by yakota on May 17, 2011 12:11:37 GMT -5
OOC: "Hello-ello-ello-ello"
yay echo
*crickets*
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yakota
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Post by yakota on Jun 2, 2011 0:07:24 GMT -5
OOC: K so I am ending this one...better luck next time yakota...lol
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