A Morning Escort [Bit]
Oct 8, 2011 9:42:18 GMT -8
Post by Naomi on Oct 8, 2011 9:42:18 GMT -8
[OOC: Enter Continued from Hyuuga Compound ]
In the late morning hours, those just before noon, the streets of Konohagakure were quite occupied. Persons of all professions, literary backgrounds and monetary wealth, were heading to work, grabbing bites to eat and talking quietly amongst themselves. To the ears of the silent, a thousand whispers became a sea of conversation and incoherent noise. Between the taller adults, children played, ninjas and samurais, and games of a fantasy life. Their little shadows danced the most, along the many walls and into the many backstreets, turnpikes and corners of the multiple branching routes around the village. Ahead and high above, a mountain of carved faces gleamed in sunlight which shone through gathered, puffy clouds as they departed along the course of a gentle breeze, leaving the sky a dazzling painting of warm golds and reds, but mostly hues of blue.
Among the streets that directed pathways along buildings and stands, Naomi walked in between three others of her kin. The hazy whites of their eyes, and their little steps and short stature, suggested they were quite younger. They in fact, were academy students on their way to the first classes of the day. Two boys. One girl. Naomi, whom kept close to them, never allowing them to stray further than herself, was their escort. The boys bore a seal in black upon their foreheads, which matched her own, even as it was partially hidden every other step by the flowing movements of her bangs. Long and thick locks of seagreen hair that fell loosely down to the midsection of her back and curled at the tips, which were often swept to the side by a raised and sweeping hand.
Between them, she stood out starkly in comparison. Unlike the students, she wore attire befit a true shinobi. A blue and white jacket, which hid a laced-thread of black that held Konohagakure's headband in place around her neck. In the back it was tied not so tight, but tight enough to keep it from shifting as she walked. Her black pants were kept tight and flexed easily and flowed with each step she took forward, ready to compensate for any shift in weight. Upon her feet, white-black sneakers, that made soft tap-tap footfalls as she walked. She walked with shifting eyes, as if she was examining those talking, those walking, those eating and those whom stared at the four of them. Although she did not seem out of place, her face was tight-up with tension and a serious frown rested indefinitely.
“What do you think we will be learning today,” one of the boys asked. He looked up at Naomi, for the question was directed at her. His voice broke her frown momentarily, but was not enough to distract her from the streets ahead. With ease, she navigated them around those that stopped abruptly, others that in a rush, wished to pass brushing alongside of them and the many stands set up with various wares from watches, to melons, to dealers that dealt in fashion. She knew that in a few more blocks, the streets would narrow, and the amount of those that lingered would decrease. Around a few more bends, up another hill and then down one, the academy resided. There she would be able to turn her charges over to their Chuunin instructors, relieving herself of the morning duty of escort.
If only they all were excited... Masumi, was distracted by the many things they passed. Even though she had once voiced worry, in front of her father about being late, now that she was out on the streets of Konohagakure, she did not care how late they actually were. Amongst the Hyuuga, appearance and truth were two very different things. What a child did at home in front of her parents, especially one of the main house, was very different to what they did when they were away from the compound and without supervision. Naomi suspected that it was not merely coincidence that she had been charged with escorting students to the academy the past few days. Perhaps Masumi's parents had caught wind of behavior that would embarrass them, and now felt that an escort was necessary.
In the late morning hours, those just before noon, the streets of Konohagakure were quite occupied. Persons of all professions, literary backgrounds and monetary wealth, were heading to work, grabbing bites to eat and talking quietly amongst themselves. To the ears of the silent, a thousand whispers became a sea of conversation and incoherent noise. Between the taller adults, children played, ninjas and samurais, and games of a fantasy life. Their little shadows danced the most, along the many walls and into the many backstreets, turnpikes and corners of the multiple branching routes around the village. Ahead and high above, a mountain of carved faces gleamed in sunlight which shone through gathered, puffy clouds as they departed along the course of a gentle breeze, leaving the sky a dazzling painting of warm golds and reds, but mostly hues of blue.
Among the streets that directed pathways along buildings and stands, Naomi walked in between three others of her kin. The hazy whites of their eyes, and their little steps and short stature, suggested they were quite younger. They in fact, were academy students on their way to the first classes of the day. Two boys. One girl. Naomi, whom kept close to them, never allowing them to stray further than herself, was their escort. The boys bore a seal in black upon their foreheads, which matched her own, even as it was partially hidden every other step by the flowing movements of her bangs. Long and thick locks of seagreen hair that fell loosely down to the midsection of her back and curled at the tips, which were often swept to the side by a raised and sweeping hand.
Between them, she stood out starkly in comparison. Unlike the students, she wore attire befit a true shinobi. A blue and white jacket, which hid a laced-thread of black that held Konohagakure's headband in place around her neck. In the back it was tied not so tight, but tight enough to keep it from shifting as she walked. Her black pants were kept tight and flexed easily and flowed with each step she took forward, ready to compensate for any shift in weight. Upon her feet, white-black sneakers, that made soft tap-tap footfalls as she walked. She walked with shifting eyes, as if she was examining those talking, those walking, those eating and those whom stared at the four of them. Although she did not seem out of place, her face was tight-up with tension and a serious frown rested indefinitely.
“What do you think we will be learning today,” one of the boys asked. He looked up at Naomi, for the question was directed at her. His voice broke her frown momentarily, but was not enough to distract her from the streets ahead. With ease, she navigated them around those that stopped abruptly, others that in a rush, wished to pass brushing alongside of them and the many stands set up with various wares from watches, to melons, to dealers that dealt in fashion. She knew that in a few more blocks, the streets would narrow, and the amount of those that lingered would decrease. Around a few more bends, up another hill and then down one, the academy resided. There she would be able to turn her charges over to their Chuunin instructors, relieving herself of the morning duty of escort.
If only they all were excited... Masumi, was distracted by the many things they passed. Even though she had once voiced worry, in front of her father about being late, now that she was out on the streets of Konohagakure, she did not care how late they actually were. Amongst the Hyuuga, appearance and truth were two very different things. What a child did at home in front of her parents, especially one of the main house, was very different to what they did when they were away from the compound and without supervision. Naomi suspected that it was not merely coincidence that she had been charged with escorting students to the academy the past few days. Perhaps Masumi's parents had caught wind of behavior that would embarrass them, and now felt that an escort was necessary.