Post by cosmosangel1 on Jun 5, 2009 23:58:55 GMT -5
The back of her throat hinted at a need for water, the first sign she was no longer in Japan. The manner of dress was not so different although an occasional traditionally dressed citizen would pass. It was at these that she looked at a little more than she should have. No doubt she was breaking many etiquette rules by doing so, but it was always fascinating to see the difference between the past and the present.
Long diamond blue locks fluttered in front of her view, a single strand falling between her eyes. Playful, the wind picked up and stirred the loose sand from the nearby desert, some of the substance coming down the streets she was walking. Sapphire orbs shone brilliantly with curiosity as she peeked into a stall. The owner behind it smiled pleasantly and beckoned her to come nearer. Hesitant, Kisara Kimiko Tetsu looked behind her, biting her lower lip.
She was here on a research assignment, not on a vacation. True, she was currently residing with her maternal grandparents and it was great to see them after years of being separated. However, An, her mother, had been very clear that this was not a long stay. Kisara sighed. She had orders to do research on Egyptian jewelry and the trip was done in order to complete that. Kisara looked at the stall and the various little trinkets that were littered on it before reluctantly moving away.
Her light dress, white in color, allowed her to move fluidly, although she did wish she had chosen different shoes when a pebble got into her ballerina flat. Moving along, she mentally took note of the jewelry present on any passing woman. Knowing what the market liked and had was crucial to the developing of a new line, she had learned, and it would be a bonus to give her mother the information. Her chest tightened, hand moving to the base of her neck on instinct.
'Perhaps Okaa-sama will smile.'
It was a valid hope, she argued, flinching away from a passing mean-looking man. After all, more information meant the new line could move on quickly. And hadn't she noticed her mother seemed to like that? Her steps quickened as she continued to think of logical reasons for the smile. She stopped before the building she had been heading to, calming herself. It would not do to have her hopes up.
Only disappointment waited at the end of that road.
Stifling a frown, Kisara looked up, brushing aside the stray lock. The museum looked a tad intimidating, but she had been in here once before in her childhood. Vaguely, she recalled her grandmother telling her this was a place to be respected for it held bits of the past. Her hand moved down, the bracelet ringing. Her eyes turned to it briefly before she smiled.
It was all the encouragement she needed. Taking a sure breath, Kisara walked up the steps and made her way inside. The cool air hit her first as she took a brochure. She was interested in only one section. Perhaps, on a later date, she would have time to wander the hallways of the museum and enjoy the flashes into the past it offered. She shivered at the thought. It was an exciting idea.
Checking the map of the museum, she placed the brochure in her small purse, heading to the section devoted to the jewelry of old. Her steps were muffled, she not making any noise to alert others of her presence. Not that it was needed. The few people passing by were easily curious of her coloring in a place where black hair was dominant. Hair the color of hers was probably very odd. Or so she continued to justify the glances. No doubt that was it. She gulped, her confidence beginning to leave her as she began to over-think things.
Shaking her head, Kisara turned into a corridor that would lead her to the beginning of the jewelry exhibition. She passed by a smaller, narrower corridor and peered curiously at it before continuing on. It was probably a way to some sort of office or other. Ruffling in her bag, the thought was forgotten as she checked her location. Groaning softly, she backtracked a little and took a turn she had forgotten. Before long, however, she was standing before a magnificent exhibition. Eagerly, she took out a pad of paper and a pen, taking note. This would surely be enough to help start the new line.
Long diamond blue locks fluttered in front of her view, a single strand falling between her eyes. Playful, the wind picked up and stirred the loose sand from the nearby desert, some of the substance coming down the streets she was walking. Sapphire orbs shone brilliantly with curiosity as she peeked into a stall. The owner behind it smiled pleasantly and beckoned her to come nearer. Hesitant, Kisara Kimiko Tetsu looked behind her, biting her lower lip.
She was here on a research assignment, not on a vacation. True, she was currently residing with her maternal grandparents and it was great to see them after years of being separated. However, An, her mother, had been very clear that this was not a long stay. Kisara sighed. She had orders to do research on Egyptian jewelry and the trip was done in order to complete that. Kisara looked at the stall and the various little trinkets that were littered on it before reluctantly moving away.
Her light dress, white in color, allowed her to move fluidly, although she did wish she had chosen different shoes when a pebble got into her ballerina flat. Moving along, she mentally took note of the jewelry present on any passing woman. Knowing what the market liked and had was crucial to the developing of a new line, she had learned, and it would be a bonus to give her mother the information. Her chest tightened, hand moving to the base of her neck on instinct.
'Perhaps Okaa-sama will smile.'
It was a valid hope, she argued, flinching away from a passing mean-looking man. After all, more information meant the new line could move on quickly. And hadn't she noticed her mother seemed to like that? Her steps quickened as she continued to think of logical reasons for the smile. She stopped before the building she had been heading to, calming herself. It would not do to have her hopes up.
Only disappointment waited at the end of that road.
Stifling a frown, Kisara looked up, brushing aside the stray lock. The museum looked a tad intimidating, but she had been in here once before in her childhood. Vaguely, she recalled her grandmother telling her this was a place to be respected for it held bits of the past. Her hand moved down, the bracelet ringing. Her eyes turned to it briefly before she smiled.
It was all the encouragement she needed. Taking a sure breath, Kisara walked up the steps and made her way inside. The cool air hit her first as she took a brochure. She was interested in only one section. Perhaps, on a later date, she would have time to wander the hallways of the museum and enjoy the flashes into the past it offered. She shivered at the thought. It was an exciting idea.
Checking the map of the museum, she placed the brochure in her small purse, heading to the section devoted to the jewelry of old. Her steps were muffled, she not making any noise to alert others of her presence. Not that it was needed. The few people passing by were easily curious of her coloring in a place where black hair was dominant. Hair the color of hers was probably very odd. Or so she continued to justify the glances. No doubt that was it. She gulped, her confidence beginning to leave her as she began to over-think things.
Shaking her head, Kisara turned into a corridor that would lead her to the beginning of the jewelry exhibition. She passed by a smaller, narrower corridor and peered curiously at it before continuing on. It was probably a way to some sort of office or other. Ruffling in her bag, the thought was forgotten as she checked her location. Groaning softly, she backtracked a little and took a turn she had forgotten. Before long, however, she was standing before a magnificent exhibition. Eagerly, she took out a pad of paper and a pen, taking note. This would surely be enough to help start the new line.