Beauty for ashes. Ever since she was a little girl, she knew that there was beauty in all things. There was something mystical about the concept though - a way where even the unrelenting could somehow hold secrets to obtain knowledge, power, strength. It was intoxicating to think of -- a moment in time when she wouldn't be too sure of where she begins and where she ends. Through the earth, through the water - the affinity that she has searched for the most isn't simply within herself, but embedded into the depths of her family. The Tsukiyama clan is more than just fancy traders looking for easy ways to grab money. They are speedy, vicious, able to leave enemies fallen within their wake -- a simple mark that might've been left was nothing more than a single jewel. A diamond - crisp, clear, stained with blood.
And now, it was her turn to follow up on the methods. Hands are pulsing with water, the earth beneath her shuddering, waiting for her attention. With each gentle sway of her hands, the elements purr to her beck and call. And they soon answer - - groaning as she attempts to force the two to become one, breaking down the rock with water - polishing, crushing, her chakra melding it's horrid reality into something beautiful. It was how she imagined that she was made. . .In a way that God somehow created his own people. Through the dirt and mud alike. . .
Each and every single human being - one of his jewels created in his own eye, no matter how faulty, no matter how damaged, they were still cradled in his arm. And she mimics such a thing -- beautiful topaz, brilliant amethyst, sickening emerald, they form around her with the success. They sing to her when she calls for their assistance. . .And together, through such a combination, she is sure to make more than just a simple change. She's sure to give the world exactly what it's looking for. From a sharp perspective. There is beauty in everything.
Even in death.
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