OOC: As the title says, this is a private battle between me and Xeim. All other people should not post in here for there is no need. I will be using my latest RPB character Solstafir who’s profile can be found in the ToA section of the forum until after it were it will be moved to here.
It was mid-spring. Flowers bloomed in there hundreds throughout the manor and a feeling of all encompassing peace could be felt. In total solitude Solstafir sat on the floor infront of a low table, a small pot of steaming green tea and two cups with him. As he sipped from his cup, he stared absently at the empty space opposite him where the over cup sat. Loneliness washed through him as his eyes wondered around him. With nothing to do except observe his surroundings, he began to appreciate them for their subtle beauty.
The place he was in oriental style. The entire manor was based around that sole idea and so looked as if it was made in the east itself. Dark hard wood supported crimson tiles and decoration that dawned its imposing structure. In the open room he was in, a clear view to the Cheery Blossom gardens was un-missable. They were in the midst of being in full bloom and the sight, breathtaking.
Reaching under the table Solstafir produced an odd piece of parchment. Its old material was tattered and dirty with dust. As he opened it, slight stains of blood were also apparent but its poor condition didn’t mask its contents. Reading it once more, he smirked at its wording concerning the meeting. It amused him greatly as if each sentence were a comedy in itself. But he was just overcome by it. The politeness of it and warmth it made him feel was indescribable. Such was that person to him.
Sipping again from his cup, the midday sun gently warmed the atmosphere. A slight breeze kept the balance that, to Solstafir, felt right. But the breeze brought something else. From the path in the garden emerged a dark figure in the distance. They walked slowly, purposefully, as he knew all too well. With a sigh of relief, he turned back to his drink and poured more tea into his own cup. Murmuring to himself, composure held, he soft spoke.
“It took them long enough.”
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