Rise and Rise Again
The Jar'kai countryside was a far cry from the bustle of the Atrisians, yet the peace they had been founding was growing in a slim epoch of disquiet. A lurking shadow rose, one that ran spooks down Aditya Amadis' spine. New responsibilities rested on the shoulders of the Epicanthix Newlywed, her last respite with @[member="Kei Amadis"] a precious memory she wore around her finger and deep in her spine. His energy, his hold on her wouldn't fade like the paper banners of a far off memory, she'd live in what he provided.
Yet, it was no business of her husband which brought the regularly peppy and excitable Epicanthix to @[member="Akio Kahoshi"]'s regal steppes. Dressed not in the leathers and blouses of the travelling mechanic, but a richly demure navy blue kimono, splashes of colour flung upward from the bottom hem up to her waist, tapering off to nestle as a border around a family seal. Well, what would be a family seal eventually. She and Kei didn't have one yet. Maybe the seal of her office on the wide obi-belt? Hadn't thought of that, she'd tugged her hair up into a sweeping up-do on top of her head, peaking in a prim and proper way. Maybe this would help her look more the part of a Senior Prefect.
Walking through the gardens, Aditya had a member of her staff carry her satchel, because to be honest, she was too nervous of dropping it and had tripped three times already in the darn dress. Her knee underneath the thing was a bloody mess. That's what she got for trying to impress.
Yet, it was no business of her husband which brought the regularly peppy and excitable Epicanthix to @[member="Akio Kahoshi"]'s regal steppes. Dressed not in the leathers and blouses of the travelling mechanic, but a richly demure navy blue kimono, splashes of colour flung upward from the bottom hem up to her waist, tapering off to nestle as a border around a family seal. Well, what would be a family seal eventually. She and Kei didn't have one yet. Maybe the seal of her office on the wide obi-belt? Hadn't thought of that, she'd tugged her hair up into a sweeping up-do on top of her head, peaking in a prim and proper way. Maybe this would help her look more the part of a Senior Prefect.
Walking through the gardens, Aditya had a member of her staff carry her satchel, because to be honest, she was too nervous of dropping it and had tripped three times already in the darn dress. Her knee underneath the thing was a bloody mess. That's what she got for trying to impress.