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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2017 7:47:24 GMT -8
Jamil's thoughts ran similar to Asherah's. Perhaps the Sakandi had won the position as bride to the Daimyo, but that did not mean that they had won any measure of influence. Although the women of the Ryoichi were easy to read -- all of them quiet, fluttering little birds -- the patriarch was a harder mark to tell. At dinner, the Sakandi entourage talked quietly amongst themselves, too much of a cultural barrier between their homeland and this new, entirely exotic one. The Sakandi had become used to the barrier with Isra and their pale-skinned people. They were not so dissimilar from Goraia, for all that they claimed to hate the Goraians and were happy at their purging. The Quy, however... they were altogether different. And it seemed that they had only just recently begun to allow foreigners in, making it a chance of a lifetime that @fairuz had lept upon. It was only too unfortunate that she hadn't been able to find Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku before they had made contact with Isra. The Daimyo spoke directly to Jamil, Asherah still buried under veils and jewelry so it made it somewhat more difficult for her to talk. Jamil bowed his head to him. "The Emira will be most pleased of your decision, Daimyo," Jamil said, refraining from mentioning that a message had already been sent to the Emira via majic. "She is no doubt pleased that Lady Asherah has so far found Quying to be welcoming, and that you seem to have found pleasure in Lady Asherah. Sakand looks forward to a long and successful alliance." He bowed his head and lifted his tea cup, then spoke a little more. "As promised, the Emira has sent scholars, as well as one of our navigators to help the Chosen back to our golden shores. With your blessing, Daimyo, the Emira would like to send myself and three others into Quying and throughout Tawakoshi, to explore and learn and better understand the beauty and culture of Tawakoshi." |
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Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on May 9, 2017 8:31:52 GMT -8
"I shall send one of my Samurai with you. The other places can be less than welcoming of foreigners, and my Samurai will provide both legitimacy and a guide for your foray into Tawakoshi."
Not to mention an opportunity to see how the other provinces interacted with the foreigners.
"I must also send announcements of such things to the right people, a function that will be provided by the Samurai attending your party, as well as @chosen going to see the Emperor and Shogun separately. The proper papers will be delivered to your doorstep by the morning sun."
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2017 21:33:09 GMT -8
Jamil bowed his head. "The Emira will be most grateful for your assistance in establishing strong and respectful ties to Tawakoshi," he said, and then lifted his gaze with a small smile on his handsome and charming face. "And I must admit to my own excitement to see and experience this beautiful culture."
He nodded with the Daimyo's further words. "I will see to them with haste. Sakand is most eager to finalize our relationship with Quying. When will the Daimyo be expecting the wedding to happen?"
Asherah had yet to say a thing beneath her veils, and had stopped eating as well. She was there like a statue covered in layers of sheer silk, gold decorating her so that she chimed when she walked. Indeed, it was almost as if she were a present for the Daimyo, waiting to be unwrapped... in private.
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
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Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on May 11, 2017 3:45:19 GMT -8
"As soon as the Quy delegation to Sakand returns, the wedding can happen. This way Emira Fairuz can attend if she wishes and we have time to properly allow for any Sakandi traditions to be included as well."
He paused for a moment to take a sip of water and gazed out at those assembled, eyes settling on his bride to be, the look in his eyes...curious. It had not been the mystery of the veils that had convinced him, but her words, a desire for things he had pushed for in Tawakoshi, only to be met at every turn by tradition. She had a...refreshing...attitude about it.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2017 7:07:45 GMT -8
Jamil nodded to the Daimyo. "Indeed," the Emissary agreed. "You my word that the Emira shall be informed. I think we will find her agreeable to a wedding sooner, rather than later. Not with haste, mind you, but with eagerness to see the alliance fully formed."
As he spoke, Jamil caught the way the Daimyo looked at his shrouded bride-to-be. There was no lust on his gaze, but a curiosity there. The shrouding had been Fairuz's idea. She had apparently sat with the Daimyo at dinner once, and he had not taken even a second glance at the skin that had been on display. The Emira had guessed then, with her usual accuracy, that the Daimyo was more interested in what he could not see.
Jamil leaned toward Asherah, and even though the girl said nothing beneath the veils, he nodded and looked to the Daimyo. He leaned forward and made his voice quieter. "Forgive me, Daimyo, I am not sure if this may be rude to your culture as we are so new, but the Lady Asherah would like to walk in the gardens with you."
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
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Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on May 12, 2017 7:41:33 GMT -8
The request was a bit of a surprise, but he responded without indicating it.
"There is no forgiveness necessary, if my bride-to-be wishes to walk in the gardens with me, she has but to ask, this is her home now as well."
He stood, a hand wave indicating to his guard to remain here. If he could not defend himself in his own gardens, he was not worthy of the title. Akagi would wait until Lady Asherah joined him to head off into the gardens.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 11:11:26 GMT -8
Lady Asherah stood, gently chiming as she did so, and moved to follow the Daimyo to the gardens.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2017 9:42:25 GMT -8
She hesitated once the servant had led her to the throne room. She was not yet the bride of the Daimyo, and since her arrival, they had not spoken very much. Indeed, their longest conversation had been in the gardens. Asherah knew that Fairuz expected her to move more quickly than she was, but Asherah was young and a little intimidated by the absolutely foreign atmosphere of Quying. Swallowing, finding her courage, and pulling her veil over her face so that other people within the throne room could not see what belonged to the Daimyo (until he'd thoroughly claimed her on their wedding night), Asherah pushed on the door and went inside. Her jade eyes behind the veil looked for Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku, and when she found him, she approached and bowed and waited to speak. |
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Aug 29, 2017 18:27:53 GMT -8
The Daimyo took immediate notice of his bride-to-be entering his throne room. Two of his Samurai-Captains stood before him, discussing new technological developments at the Quy shipyards. At Asherah's entrance, he rose his hand to quiet them.
"Captain Moto, you may pursue this line of development with my full backing. Discuss with the Wave Priests how this would work, and an outside opinion might not be too bad either. I shall discuss this with Lady Asherah in the next couple of days, as her people have far more experience with such things than we do." His tone left them in no doubt that they were dismissed, and after a quick bow they exited, leaving the pair alone. Akagi rose from his throne, gesturing for Asherah to take it.
"I am happy to see you, Lady Asherah. I have several questions for you regarding the upcoming ceremony and your presence here, but I did not want to inundate you with such things while you were getting accustomed to living here, and they were not terribly urgent things either. I trust that the handmaidens have been doing a decent job showing you around?" He did seem genuinely happy to see her, and an initial step towards her before backing off showed that he wasn't entirely certain how to greet her.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 8:57:06 GMT -8
She bowed her head as the Captains left, aware of how they glanced her way when they passed. Asherah rose to her feet and moved closer, her draping clothes whispering over the reed floor. She felt like a ghost haunting these halls, honestly. A misplaced ghost.
Her hands moved to her veil and she lifted it from her face, a gentle smile on her lips, her jade green eyes even just a bit flirtatious as she glanced at the Daimyo and away again.
The gesture to his throne had her hesitating for a moment, but she did move and take a seat, looking out. A laugh, pretty and young, slipped from her lips. "It is more comfortable than my aunt's," she joked with the Daimyo.
"I am very well cared for," Asherah told him. "I came on a request for myself, but was there something you wanted to speak to me about?" His beautiful, young, supple Sakandi would-be bride looked up at him, waiting for something.
And perhaps speaking of business was not the something she was waiting for.
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
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Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Sept 3, 2017 17:50:17 GMT -8
Whatever that something was eluded the Daimyo, who still had no idea what the hell he was supposed to be doing in these situations. It was a serious issue with his culture's uptight attitude towards this subject.
"Yes, I was wondering if there were any changes we could make to the palace to make you feel more at home? And what did you want before we delve into any other details?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2017 14:26:27 GMT -8
Strangers still, it seemed.
But she had to keep playing this game, at least until she was the Daimyo's bride. For now, the deal was not set in stone between Sakand and Quying. It wouldn't be until he married her, until he laid with her, and even then, she'd have to be careful.
Asherah smiled a little bashfully, her gaze lowering, her lashes coy as they swept low. Her fingertip traced a delicate design, following the details of the carved wooden arms of his throne. "I would like to learn how to use the Quy blade. The... Katana, I think it is called." She lifted her pretty eyes again to look up at him. "My maid was telling me that the wives of Daimyos past could learn to be a warrior like their husbands."
And no one yet knew that Asherah herself had so far hidden talents.
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Sept 22, 2017 18:58:03 GMT -8
The Daimyo nodded his head in agreement with Asherah's statement.
"Of course, would you like to learn from an instructor....or me?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2017 7:26:19 GMT -8
A warm, rosy glow blossomed in her cheeks, even beneath the honeyed hue of her skin. Her dark lashes swept down, a little smile playing on her lush red lips with her embarrassment for being so forward -- or so it seemed.
Her fingers played with the heavy, material of the -- for all intents and purposes -- decorated sack she wore to hide her body beneath. A thick veil covered more of her hair, gold jewelry decorating here and there to chime with her perfect, graceful movements.
"If... If it is not an inconvenience," Asherah spoke, her accent odd and yet, enchanting, as she spoke the Quy words, "... I would prefer you," his bride-to-be finally admitted.
Wind him around your finger, Asherah. Make him your most loyal servant. Her aunt's words still echoed in her mind, the last night she'd seen Fairuz as the older woman had brushed her hair.
"I know with the wedding preparations and the... and the changes to Quying that you must be busy but I would like to spend time with you, Daimyo," the Lady requested gently, finally raising those thick lashes so her stunning jade-green eyes could meet him, so he could see the full picture of that clever yet innocent face.
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Oct 19, 2017 15:34:26 GMT -8
"Wait...I thought you were handling the wedding?" He asked, a look of mock worry on his face.
"I jest, but I have no issue teaching you how to wield the sword. It is an...intimate thing to learn I suppose, particularly if your teacher is not a dedicated instructor." The Daimyo, while quite clearly smitten with his bride to be, seemed far more at ease now that they were alone, and the topic on something he understood.
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Dec 28, 2017 16:40:32 GMT -8
The Daimyo stayed seated as he was brought news of Lady Kiri Hizashi's arrival. He was most intrigued that a member of the Shogun's court would visit him...and this would be an excellent chance to see how his new wife handled such things. She had already proven to be a force to be reckoned with, his most useful ally. Kiri and her family were escorted in, along with a handful of her guards. The Daimyo's own Guard were in plentiful attendance, less a show of force and more just a reality of being in the Throne Room. "Greetings, Lady Kiri of Clan Hizashi. I welcome you and your family to my Palace." He said, standing to greet them. |
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Lady Kiri Hizashi
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Age: 32
Physical Description: A minor princess of the royal line, now married to the Lord Regent of Tawakoshi, Kiri carries herself with immaculate deportment and manners. A flowing robe, grace and humility, an aikuchi dagger in the back of her obi.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
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Post by Lady Kiri Hizashi on Dec 30, 2017 9:20:24 GMT -8
Escorted into the Throne Room, Kiri approached a little way into the room and knelt in front of the Daimyo. She bowed her head to the floor, long dark hair slipping silkily over her shoulders to pool around her on the ground as the ornaments in it chimed softly. Her two children, behind her, also touched their foreheads to the ground. “Lord Akagi,” she greeted him, before rising her head a little to speak. She still did not sit up or meet his eyes until she was given permission to do so.
“It is a great honour to be welcomed into your home. I come bearing greetings and well-wishes from Clan Hizashi in recognition of Lord Akagi's wedding to Lady Asherah of Sakand. I hope you will accept our humble gifts.” Whenever they were ready to accept the humble gifts the servants would be ready to bring in the chests for their contents to be revealed. She had personally picked out presents she thought would be appropriate, accepting the advice of her husband also.
“These are the children of my husband Hizashi Homura, Masanori and Miya. The boy is rather willful, and the girl is unfortunately quite plain, but I hope you will accept them into your gracious presence despite their deficiencies.” She once again bowed lower. Although her words seemed somewhat harsh, this was simply Tawakoshi custom, to never speak of one's own family with praise, as it amounted to self-aggrandisement. But her tone when she spoke of them was tinged with pride.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2018 17:50:47 GMT -8
Lady Ashera sat in her place as well, dressed in the beautiful arrangement of Quy-meets-Sakand fashion -- the beautiful silks usually used to sew kimonos instead used to sew the silk sari that she wore over her body.
Her thick dark hair was drawn away from her face, her caramel skin much darker than any of the Quy, and her eyes a jade green that many of the Quy thought would bring her luck -- and luck it did, for she had been blessed by the Wavewarden, and the Quy people -- though they had long endured good trade -- seemed to see a "flourishing" of their markets from the Sakandi people.
She had not, however, come without her spoken drawbacks, and the presence of the Sakand Quarter in Quy was somewhat of a sore spot still. Yet, the Daimyo's young and beautiful white held herself with poise where she sat, and openly smiled when the Hizashi clan was shown in.
Still, Asherah was clever enough not to speak before her husband. She had noticed that traditional Quy and Tawakoshi beliefs had men valued higher than women -- and although she believed that her husband valued her own opinion, she knew that for first meetings, appearances mattered.
It was good enough for her to watch Lady Hizashi and smile with a sly sparkle in her eye in their direction, nodding her head to the "children" as they were introduced.
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on Jan 8, 2018 13:47:05 GMT -8
"It is a pleasure to meet you and your family, Lady Kiri of Clan Hizashi. You all may rise, and we appreciate your humble offerings." He said, diplomatically, gesturing with one hand for them to be brought forward. He strongly suspected that they had more reason for their visit than simply offering their congratulations and gifts, so might as well get through the official business first. All the good business happened after the formalities anyway.
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Lady Kiri Hizashi
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Roleplay posts: 41
Age: 32
Physical Description: A minor princess of the royal line, now married to the Lord Regent of Tawakoshi, Kiri carries herself with immaculate deportment and manners. A flowing robe, grace and humility, an aikuchi dagger in the back of her obi.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
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Post by Lady Kiri Hizashi on Jan 8, 2018 14:31:45 GMT -8
In reality the “humble” gifts that Kiri had brought to the lord and lady were far from that. Allowed to rise, she raised her eyes to the daimyo and his wife. Akagi looked much like she had seen in a picture or two held at the capital that showed the composition of the nobles of the Empire, but notably it was a cleverness that showed in his eyes. Asherah was quite the beauty, with her dusky skin and startling jade eyes, and there was something about the way she held herself that was quite unlike a Tawakoshi woman, a boldness perhaps. Kiri held her eyes on Asherah what might have been a little too long, and gave a small smile and a short bow in apology.
She turned a little and raised a hand to the servants waiting far at the back of the room, and the chests were brought forward. “For Lady Asherah,” she said, letting her highest ranking samurai open the chest and offer the contents towards the lady. Inside were bolts of fine silk, grown in Kiyonai province and woven in Xuandao. Fine gossamer layers that Kiri had heard the Sakandi favoured were hand embroidered with patterns, the flowers of the desert, and those favoured in Tawakoshi – lilac wisteria, flag iris, and the purple paulownia blossom that Kiri was named for, as well as one bolt that was dyed in the colour and waves pattern of the sea. “My ladies and I embroidered these ourselves, I hope they are to your taste,” she said. There were heavier silks there too, also patterned and coloured in ways that complimented the sheer fabrics, so that they could easily be layered. “The winters in our islands can get cold, Lady Asherah.”
“For Lord Akagi,” her man humbly presented a long wooden lacquered case. For Akagi’s gift, she had consulted closely with her husband Homura, and acquired a fine tachi blade from a well respected swordsmith. The mounts and sheath were decorated in fine lacquer and ironwork with the motif of red-crowned cranes and pine trees, that symbolised eternal wedded bliss. It presented a subtle picture, but looked at close to, no attention had been spared on the detail work. There was too, as a secondary gift to Asherah, a small kaiken dagger that samurai women habitually carried, that matched in every way the larger blade given to the husband.
There were also a number of subsidiary gifts of the kind of fine luxury wares that Xuandao craftsmen were known to produce, which Kiri merely alluded to, rather than bore the newlyweds with a long procession of items. While Kiri’s presentation was full of humility, she longed to know that the gifts were appreciated by the couple, as so much thought and countless hours of her own work and others had been put into them. “Thank you so much for accepting these tokens,” she said finally and once more bowed elegantly to the floor.
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