Stopping as if hearing something the young lady paused in her work on the painting she had been working on in front of her and put down the brush. Unfolding her sleeve her arm recessed into the length of the fabric. ”Prepare the room please. It seems we have at least one student.” she commented. A voice acknowledged her respectfully
before they left her to prepare the room. She had grown lonely waiting patiently for someone to come take a class. Bored was apt to the statement she thought as she moved to the small low table. Her personal area and uncompleted painting remained hidden as she sat and waited for the new arrival as her assistant busied themselves with prepping the room.
A slight inhale let her realize the tea was ready. Porcelain white fingers slide out from the folds of her sleeve to pour a cup of tea into a small tea cup with cranes depicted on it. Several darker cups in shades of grey to black rested on a small tray on the table. What would the theme of today’s class be she mused, she’d have hear answer before the wayward student got to the class.
To anyone entering the room they would see furniture odd for a classroom, the low table and setting of the room with tatami mats would suggest more of a tea sitting room then a place for strictly learning. A lady, assumedly, waited by the table dressed in a kimono sipping tea. Her face was mostly conceals behind a black veil, her black hair in an ornate bun matching her veil and kimono.
before they left her to prepare the room. She had grown lonely waiting patiently for someone to come take a class. Bored was apt to the statement she thought as she moved to the small low table. Her personal area and uncompleted painting remained hidden as she sat and waited for the new arrival as her assistant busied themselves with prepping the room.
A slight inhale let her realize the tea was ready. Porcelain white fingers slide out from the folds of her sleeve to pour a cup of tea into a small tea cup with cranes depicted on it. Several darker cups in shades of grey to black rested on a small tray on the table. What would the theme of today’s class be she mused, she’d have hear answer before the wayward student got to the class.
To anyone entering the room they would see furniture odd for a classroom, the low table and setting of the room with tatami mats would suggest more of a tea sitting room then a place for strictly learning. A lady, assumedly, waited by the table dressed in a kimono sipping tea. Her face was mostly conceals behind a black veil, her black hair in an ornate bun matching her veil and kimono.