Magic, Mystery, Mischief!
Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2022 7:57 pm
Chiaki had never actually seen a magic show before. She was looking rather forward to it as she made her slow way through the streets towards the show in the sunset of Kumogakure no Sato. She loved the colors that the city gave off when the buildings caught the light, casting long shadows which seemed to eat the roots of the buildings across the street. Sunset shows were her favorite for a variety of reasons. The day cooled off at night rapidly, and that was fine with her, being brought up in a temple that didn't have a central fire, nor heating system, she had grown accustomed to being cold, and dealing with it was nothing new to her especially in the high altitudes that the city climbed and spanned.
Chiaki herself was in the city on no errand besides the personal one that she had with the magic show. Ever since the incident with her mother, she hadn't been to the temple again, but still wore her robes when she was in town, clearly a shinto priestess' robes, black with a white collar and trim on it. Her Geta were affixed well to her feet but still made a wooden 'clickity click' as her long gait brought her closer and closer to the show. People were still not used to seeing people in the Kyoukan shinto robes, and she wondered whether or not she should have dressed to fit in. The robes were her winter-weight ones, and kept her warmer than her street clothes, but they didn't seem to quite fit ever since her mother-.
She cleared her throat and rubbed at her reddened eyes, stinging as she rubbed them with the sudden onset and rush of emotion that bombarded her. Chiaki, moving her hair back in front of her scar on her face, hiding her seemingly ruined eye, walked with her head bowed, caught up in the feelings that threatened to drag her back into the pits of despair. Then she saw the fires leap up over the fence that kept onlookers from getting a free show from the magician's stage.
She smiled, putting the feelings for her mother aside for one more night. This was the reason that she had come, to distract her from the true reason that she needed a distraction in the first place. She gave her ticket, purchased a couple days in advance to the concierge and was escorted to her seat, next to a rather plump woman, sitting nearest to the centre aisle, she was able to lean slightly to the right and get a clear view of the stage.
She waited for the show to start with bated breath, clutching her pack to her chest, looking with open mouth, eyes atwinkle at the spectacle of a magic show.
Chiaki herself was in the city on no errand besides the personal one that she had with the magic show. Ever since the incident with her mother, she hadn't been to the temple again, but still wore her robes when she was in town, clearly a shinto priestess' robes, black with a white collar and trim on it. Her Geta were affixed well to her feet but still made a wooden 'clickity click' as her long gait brought her closer and closer to the show. People were still not used to seeing people in the Kyoukan shinto robes, and she wondered whether or not she should have dressed to fit in. The robes were her winter-weight ones, and kept her warmer than her street clothes, but they didn't seem to quite fit ever since her mother-.
She cleared her throat and rubbed at her reddened eyes, stinging as she rubbed them with the sudden onset and rush of emotion that bombarded her. Chiaki, moving her hair back in front of her scar on her face, hiding her seemingly ruined eye, walked with her head bowed, caught up in the feelings that threatened to drag her back into the pits of despair. Then she saw the fires leap up over the fence that kept onlookers from getting a free show from the magician's stage.
She smiled, putting the feelings for her mother aside for one more night. This was the reason that she had come, to distract her from the true reason that she needed a distraction in the first place. She gave her ticket, purchased a couple days in advance to the concierge and was escorted to her seat, next to a rather plump woman, sitting nearest to the centre aisle, she was able to lean slightly to the right and get a clear view of the stage.
She waited for the show to start with bated breath, clutching her pack to her chest, looking with open mouth, eyes atwinkle at the spectacle of a magic show.