While there were many things cascading around in the young puppeteers mind. Megumi knew that she still had to make time for herself to relax and enjoy life, and what a better day to choose than Shunbun no Hi for her to welcome spring and visit her ancestors that have protected the leaf before her time.
Donning an intricately detailed red kimono with brown and gold flower designs and tying her hair back with a gold with ruby molded Kanzashi. Looking at herself in a mirror, she could not remember the last time she wore something this refined. Even if she did not want to admit it, dressing up from time to time was nice, the puppeteer would do it more often, but these kinds of outfits can’t hold nearly as much and is not well suited for combat or missions.
With her preparation finished, she grabbed the flowers and offerings in the form of her family’s favorite dishes and left the manor to pay her respects to her ancestors, before she left to see the flowers bloom.
Scouring around her compound, she would track down, the guardians and give them their offerings, as well as speak with her ancestors avatars. Megumi wondered if her gifts and words would reach her family, she wondered if they were proud of her. While a physical representation of those past served as a reminder of her late family. They were just puppets, the did not feel or think, they are built and programed to act and could never fully fill the loss of her family. With or without her ancestors blessing she left of the White Oak Street, to view the flowers and welcome the coming of spring.
As se made her way to the viewing, she was curious on how crowded the viewing area would be. While it was a fairly well know holiday, not many of those around her age cared about tradition or watching the flowers bloom. Most would see it as a waste of time or boring, but Megumi loved her country's history and traditions. Simply casting them aside and leaving them to rot, would feel as a betrayal to the founders of her country and a crime to let culture stagnate.
As she arrived she saw a few food and drink stands. The more interesting of the bunch were the sake stands advertising their yearly produce, as if would be around the time that the aging process would give way to the popular alcoholic beverage. She was still to young to legally drink, but she has had some before at a few banquet. To the puppeteer the taste would leave much to be desired.
Settling for a few sweets and tea to accompany her in the viewing. Megumi would sit on a nearby bench and watch the petals dance around the quaint but comforting scene. Looking around, the majority of the others at the viewing were couples or the elderly. Feeling a bit embarrassed at being a solo viewer. She had no choice, as she did not really have anyone that would be to interested in upholding tradition with her. Perhaps Yama, but he would be more interested in the cloud and inviting him to accompany her to an event like this might cause a misunderstanding.
Donning an intricately detailed red kimono with brown and gold flower designs and tying her hair back with a gold with ruby molded Kanzashi. Looking at herself in a mirror, she could not remember the last time she wore something this refined. Even if she did not want to admit it, dressing up from time to time was nice, the puppeteer would do it more often, but these kinds of outfits can’t hold nearly as much and is not well suited for combat or missions.
With her preparation finished, she grabbed the flowers and offerings in the form of her family’s favorite dishes and left the manor to pay her respects to her ancestors, before she left to see the flowers bloom.
Scouring around her compound, she would track down, the guardians and give them their offerings, as well as speak with her ancestors avatars. Megumi wondered if her gifts and words would reach her family, she wondered if they were proud of her. While a physical representation of those past served as a reminder of her late family. They were just puppets, the did not feel or think, they are built and programed to act and could never fully fill the loss of her family. With or without her ancestors blessing she left of the White Oak Street, to view the flowers and welcome the coming of spring.
As se made her way to the viewing, she was curious on how crowded the viewing area would be. While it was a fairly well know holiday, not many of those around her age cared about tradition or watching the flowers bloom. Most would see it as a waste of time or boring, but Megumi loved her country's history and traditions. Simply casting them aside and leaving them to rot, would feel as a betrayal to the founders of her country and a crime to let culture stagnate.
As she arrived she saw a few food and drink stands. The more interesting of the bunch were the sake stands advertising their yearly produce, as if would be around the time that the aging process would give way to the popular alcoholic beverage. She was still to young to legally drink, but she has had some before at a few banquet. To the puppeteer the taste would leave much to be desired.
Settling for a few sweets and tea to accompany her in the viewing. Megumi would sit on a nearby bench and watch the petals dance around the quaint but comforting scene. Looking around, the majority of the others at the viewing were couples or the elderly. Feeling a bit embarrassed at being a solo viewer. She had no choice, as she did not really have anyone that would be to interested in upholding tradition with her. Perhaps Yama, but he would be more interested in the cloud and inviting him to accompany her to an event like this might cause a misunderstanding.