Set design . . .hmmm. . . okay - heres snippet from Geisha. Yoshi;s journey is just beginning . . . * * * The trip to the okiya seemed to take a lifetime. The ban on cars in the hanamachi meant the last part of the journey needed to be made on foot. The shadow wolf was used to the freedom of pants, the formal kimono and high-soled geta made walking a nightmare. He endeavored at all costs to keep his head upright, fearing the elaborate pile of hair so artfully coiled and pinned would soon revert to his usual messy tangles. Zenshiro played his part to perfection, putting a gentle hand on Yoshis elbow to steady him and bowing deferentially at the glares he received in response. The streets were crowded with tourists, and Yoshis every instinct clamored for him to fade into one of the darkened alleys and disappear. His striking appearance and traditional dress made the reclusive shinobi perfect fodder for snapshot hungry foreigners, and his sensitive eyes struggled to focus amidst the painful camera flashes. A momentary sense of relief washed over him as they stepped through the gate of the okiya, the clamor of the city dissolving into running water, wind chimes and rustling leaves. Yoshis nerves twitched and jumped, years of training demanding he surreptitiously check every angle of possible attack before allowing him to settle into a state of feigned relaxation, eyes fixed on the koi splashing in the courtyard pond. “The okasan will see you now.” Zenshiro gripped Yoshis arm tightly, steering him down the dimly lit corridor and into the presence of the woman who would now be in control of his life.
Posted on: Sat, 26 Apr 2014 12:58:44 +0000
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