Post by Sayuri Ai on May 5, 2011 20:57:39 GMT -5
This city was an odd place, that much I could already see. Even in the place the kumpania had come in, commonly called the 'doorstep' for some odd, foreign reason, had a sort of crowded loudness to it that offended the ears. I didn't say such though, I never did. How could these people expect to be as quiet and well-mannered as those in Imperial Ch'in? They'd likely never heard of it, much less been exposed to the gentle manners and traditions of the place. Some less-gentle traditions were the ones I was escaping from though, so maybe it was better not to judge so quickly. If this place was protected by gods that was more than enough for me.
The Tsinigani wagon seemed to know where it was going and I simply sat in the back, hands clasped in my lap as the buildings and streets rolled past, the cobblestones making the ride a bumpy one, but one I'd gotten used to. At least with so many people in one place I'd be able to find work easily enough and blend into the many people. I wore typical traveling clothing now, a tiered skirt of cotton with a blouse and flat shoes, and it was comfortable enough, but I was obviously not a Tsignani and I wondered if anyone else from Ch'in had made it here to open a shop with the better clothing from my homeland. I'd sold much of my funeral clothing, what they'd meant to bury me in, but even still I had some of the embroidered under-gowns that were with me and once I'd secured a job I'd start making to others. Perhaps I could find enough good silk to make an obi, then I could wear them.
As the cart slowed I took a deep breath and waited for it to finally stop. I'd worked for my fare to get here, where I'd heard the gods were particularly potent and didn't allow others to hurt those near their children. Whether that was true or not I couldn't say but it was a chance I was willing to take. My own ancestors were likely still angry over me escaping their wrath, even if it was for my own survival, and I didn't intend to let them catch me so quickly. I wanted to live, to have a chance for a life, and that was what had driven me when I'd escaped, first from my marriage, then from the death my family had planned for me. I wasn't going to go back either. If this was where I was meant to make my life, so be it. I still had my mind, and my body, and my soul- and that was what truly mattered.
What waited for me here? There was no point in thinking on it. Either these gods would accept me or they wouldn't. If not I'd move on again, just as before, and find somewhere else that wanted at Ch'in lady such as myself. I could feel the eyes on me as the carriage stopped, and I thanked the family with a polite bow and a few quiet words before I stepped down, meeting more strangely colored eyes and ignoring them. For now I'd find a job and somewhere to rest, then see what happened. So long as I survived everything would be well.
The Tsinigani wagon seemed to know where it was going and I simply sat in the back, hands clasped in my lap as the buildings and streets rolled past, the cobblestones making the ride a bumpy one, but one I'd gotten used to. At least with so many people in one place I'd be able to find work easily enough and blend into the many people. I wore typical traveling clothing now, a tiered skirt of cotton with a blouse and flat shoes, and it was comfortable enough, but I was obviously not a Tsignani and I wondered if anyone else from Ch'in had made it here to open a shop with the better clothing from my homeland. I'd sold much of my funeral clothing, what they'd meant to bury me in, but even still I had some of the embroidered under-gowns that were with me and once I'd secured a job I'd start making to others. Perhaps I could find enough good silk to make an obi, then I could wear them.
As the cart slowed I took a deep breath and waited for it to finally stop. I'd worked for my fare to get here, where I'd heard the gods were particularly potent and didn't allow others to hurt those near their children. Whether that was true or not I couldn't say but it was a chance I was willing to take. My own ancestors were likely still angry over me escaping their wrath, even if it was for my own survival, and I didn't intend to let them catch me so quickly. I wanted to live, to have a chance for a life, and that was what had driven me when I'd escaped, first from my marriage, then from the death my family had planned for me. I wasn't going to go back either. If this was where I was meant to make my life, so be it. I still had my mind, and my body, and my soul- and that was what truly mattered.
What waited for me here? There was no point in thinking on it. Either these gods would accept me or they wouldn't. If not I'd move on again, just as before, and find somewhere else that wanted at Ch'in lady such as myself. I could feel the eyes on me as the carriage stopped, and I thanked the family with a polite bow and a few quiet words before I stepped down, meeting more strangely colored eyes and ignoring them. For now I'd find a job and somewhere to rest, then see what happened. So long as I survived everything would be well.