Shimete was walking around inside the Torre Celeste on guard duty. It was when she was patrolling the second floor balcony which overlooks the lobby, she notices from outside the window she could see the sun rising thus foretelling the near end to her shift. She was grateful to see the blazing ball beginning it journey across the sky for it was a long quite night. It was then a familiar figure enters the building. It was a member of the Nigiri clan like her and not any regular member at that. The Nigiri clan were servants to the Tsubaki clan and this particular person was a handmaiden to the head of the Tsubaki clan. To see her without her master was most unusual. Curious as to what was going on she kept an eye on her. Even from a distance she could see the woman so precisely Shimete could read her lips if she would talk.
The woman was dressed like a maid very much like she use to dress. Shimete feels a pain in her stomach like as if someone punched it. Seeing this servant alone brings back old memories she very much rather not remember. Even after five years, the loss of her master still haunts her to this day. He was her purpose in life, her reason for being, and he was forced to leave. Separated like this it was unlikely she will ever see him again. Shimete grabs tightly to the railing as her hands becomes jittery. "Get a hold of yourself. You are on guard duty; you must not show weakness. Just focus on your work." She commands herself, but it was easier said than done. Some wounds never heals despite the passage of time, but it is lucky for her the mask on her face hides the pain written all over it. So desperately she wanted to turn away and forget she even saw this reminder of the past, but she forces herself to continue to look and study her. She must know why this person was here. She must know why she had such a sad expression, a familiar expression. She knows that face for she worn it herself. It is the same lifeless expression as when she had loss her master. Shimete was now becoming concern. What happened to the clan? Where is her master? The servant was an aged woman as old as the head of the Tsubaki clan himself. Wrinkles covered her body and a cane kept her balance. The sound of here footstep echoed in the nearly empty halls. She walks up to the front desk and rings the small bell. Soon the third shift receptionist will greet her.
The woman was dressed like a maid very much like she use to dress. Shimete feels a pain in her stomach like as if someone punched it. Seeing this servant alone brings back old memories she very much rather not remember. Even after five years, the loss of her master still haunts her to this day. He was her purpose in life, her reason for being, and he was forced to leave. Separated like this it was unlikely she will ever see him again. Shimete grabs tightly to the railing as her hands becomes jittery. "Get a hold of yourself. You are on guard duty; you must not show weakness. Just focus on your work." She commands herself, but it was easier said than done. Some wounds never heals despite the passage of time, but it is lucky for her the mask on her face hides the pain written all over it. So desperately she wanted to turn away and forget she even saw this reminder of the past, but she forces herself to continue to look and study her. She must know why this person was here. She must know why she had such a sad expression, a familiar expression. She knows that face for she worn it herself. It is the same lifeless expression as when she had loss her master. Shimete was now becoming concern. What happened to the clan? Where is her master? The servant was an aged woman as old as the head of the Tsubaki clan himself. Wrinkles covered her body and a cane kept her balance. The sound of here footstep echoed in the nearly empty halls. She walks up to the front desk and rings the small bell. Soon the third shift receptionist will greet her.
