| Matsuri (Narrative) |
[04 Jan 2008|12:18am] |
Uzume wasn't as big a fan of the city as most would think she was. It was stuffy, it was full of a lot of things she didn't quite understand, and most importantly it was full of things she didn't want to understand. There were foreigners walking around as their had been for quite some time. Some of them even acknowledged her as a deity and prayed to her and attempted to adopt the practices of Shinto as their own. Those intrigued her, but she accepted them none the less, she would bless them good health and as much joy as she could before stepping on the toes of another god or goddess. They were trying, even if they didn't get it quite right. That in a way deserved it's own reward. She was generous like that. That and she was vain. Being worshipped and prayed to and being remembered brought her joy, even if she didn't outwardly boast of any of it. She held it deep and quietly tucked away in her heart. The goddess of joy and good health wasn't here for that, no, she was here for the dance. There was a festival held in Ueno Park, the spacious area in Tokyo filled with various landmarks. Not only was there a festival, but a celebration and demonstration. It was a gathering of mikos and priests from different temples all across Japan, and her own little group from Okinawa was up to perform next, wearing their formal haori, layered over their pressed hakama. ( They were sent there for the new year. ) |
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