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Someone touched [[Rivers Between Us|River’s]] shoulder, from behind. He leapt onto the table before him, his bare feet spread wide as he adopted the Snake stance and spread his forefinger and index finger on his right hand wide. “Ha Taa!” He shouted and stamped one foot while waving his arms vigorously in the serpentine evasion. | Someone touched [[Rivers Between Us|River’s]] shoulder, from behind. He leapt onto the table before him, his bare feet spread wide as he adopted the Snake stance and spread his forefinger and index finger on his right hand wide. “Ha Taa!” He shouted and stamped one foot while waving his arms vigorously in the serpentine evasion. | ||
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Marta was in fact dressed in a red silk kimono with embroidered blue blossoms, a high collar, and long sleeves. Her hair was carefully coifed in a festive red hat with a spray of plum blossoms over her left ear. She pouted and leaned over his chair. “You promised! You promised me three months ago that you would take me to the Spring Market!” | Marta was in fact dressed in a red silk kimono with embroidered blue blossoms, a high collar, and long sleeves. Her hair was carefully coifed in a festive red hat with a spray of plum blossoms over her left ear. She pouted and leaned over his chair. “You promised! You promised me three months ago that you would take me to the Spring Market!” | ||
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The first Spring Market in [[God Crossing]] was, to be certain, a bit larger than expected. With the establishment of the new [[A School For All|School]] happening in just a week, a mild winter, and a surprisingly strong guild presence, the festival ended up taking up three times as much space as expected. It sprawled across the [[Eye of Hiparkes]], filling the roadsides with colorful booths painted in vibrant reds and blues. The valley was filled with the sound of the thundering hooves from dawn till dusk, and at night the light of the campfires made a flickering sea of the valley floor. | The first Spring Market in [[God Crossing]] was, to be certain, a bit larger than expected. With the establishment of the new [[A School For All|School]] happening in just a week, a mild winter, and a surprisingly strong guild presence, the festival ended up taking up three times as much space as expected. It sprawled across the [[Eye of Hiparkes]], filling the roadsides with colorful booths painted in vibrant reds and blues. The valley was filled with the sound of the thundering hooves from dawn till dusk, and at night the light of the campfires made a flickering sea of the valley floor. | ||
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Marta looked at him seriously. “You don’t get a horse because you need to go somewhere, little brother, any more than you have a sister so she can wash your clothes. Come on!” | Marta looked at him seriously. “You don’t get a horse because you need to go somewhere, little brother, any more than you have a sister so she can wash your clothes. Come on!” | ||
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− | + | Leaf Shakes the Wind had worn a dozen faces throughout the day. During the horse races, he had been a short, leathery Marukan whose fabulous mustache had garnered much praise from the other riders. For the afternoon’s taiko performance, he had been a fresh-faced youth, full of excitement and vigor, obviously uncomfortable in a kimono when he was used to going bare-chested. Now, though, he wore his own face and his own robes and walked among the Marukan without pretense. | |
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− | + | He stopped and bought candy from a vendor, the six sticky globules impaled on a sharpened sliver of bamboo. The stall-owner’s young daughter handed the stick to him, a smile on her small face. Leaf Shakes the Wind smiled in return. As her father turned to greet another customer, Leaf pulled the first bit of candy from the stick and with expert precision flicked it into the girl’s mouth. He winked at her conspiratorially, and her surprised expression became another smile, this one threatening to split her face in half. | |
− | + | Continuing through the crowd, Leaf munched contentedly on the candy, stopping here to admire an expertly-dyed silk sash, there to watch a shadow-puppet theatre re-enacting the [[Battle of Breaking Iron]] for a delighted crowd. Having finished half of the sweets, Leaf casually tossed the skewer behind him, burying the bit of wood several inches into a building three feet away. His head a hair’s breadth away from the point of impact, a startled young man froze and then, scowling, re-sheathed his half-drawn knife. | |
− | + | Leaf briefly glanced back over his shoulder after the projectile and smiled. “You got the closest of anyone today, [[The Baihu Society|Subaru]]. Congratulations. The candy is your reward.” Without another look, Leaf Shakes the Wind strolled off again into the crowd, laughing softly to himself. “I love the Spring Market.” | |
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