toku matsudaira, geezermancer (giri) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-04-17 00:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, !plot: founders festival, siri d'albis, toku matsudaira |
I'm destined for anything at all...
Who: Toku Matsudaira & Siri D'Albis
What: An autograph.
Where: Founders' Festival
When: After the parade on the first day of the Festival. (backdated)
Rating: Tame!
Status: Complete!
The moment Toku saw Siri approach, pen and paper in hand, he knew what she would be asking of him. Since the famous bard Arielle Chiaro had surprised him by asking for his autograph that morning, he had learned that this year’s scavenger hunt included the councilors’ signatures as one of the items to be acquired, and so he had taken it in stride as several people, both familiar and unfamiliar, had approached him over the course of the day. Speaking to an acquaintance was more enjoyable than speaking to a stranger, but he made polite conversation with all of them. As Peony’s twin brothers walked away, signed papers in hand, he offered Siri a slight bow of the head. “Good day, Miss D’Albis,” he greeted. Siri’s stance was different than on other days, her eyes were bright and focused on the moment; lucidity was a rare but welcome look on the prophet. “Councilor Toku, may I ask for your signature?” The paper and pen offered, “It is part of the hunt.” And she didn’t care to win or not, Siri just felt compelled to look for something. Not entirely sure what that was, but it rung inside her body and called for her to look, look, look — she’d even enlisted Caspar and Rictor in the hunt. Toku smiled at her. “You may indeed.” He held out his hand to receive the pen and paper and, when she handed them over, signed as he had for everybody else: Toku Matsudaira in the Valendian transcription, and underneath his name in the characters of his homeland. “I hope this will suffice. If it does not, be sure to find me again.” After a moment, he said, “If you do not mind my asking, are you taking on the scavenge hunt by yourself?” Had it not been improper, Siri would have impulsively hugged the older man in response to his words, but this Siri was lucid enough to recognise boundaries and social norms. The ink dried quickly, the piece of paper carefully examined to see the unusual characters and appreciate the finesse with which they were written. "I do not mind, no, I am hunting with Lord Rictor Cassul and Lord Caspar Vaux." Despite the formal titles she used there was a note of warmth in her tone, a slight twitch of her lips betraying the affections felt for them. "Kerwonians have to help each other on quests." Her good mood compounded his own. It was a rare sight—a Siri D’Albis who laughed, who did not look behind her like she expected to see terrors lurking in her own shadow. If the Festival was what had effected the change, then such was another reason to be glad for the results that the guilds’ collaboration had yielded. “Indeed. I wish you success on your quest, then,” Toku said. “Though I am certain you shall enjoy the festival, regardless.” Siri clasped his hands in her own for a brief moment, not long enough to see anything but enough to convey respect and affection. “Thank you, Councillor. I hope to do okay on this quest.” Though the Kerwonians were not expecting to win, their participation in this was deeper than a simple hunt. It was about them as people, about balance, about making a new present from their past. “And you as well, you should enjoy this time.” He smiled. (Her hands grasping his had been unexpected―but how could he do anything but smile, when for once she looked so happy?) “I trust that I shall. Founders’ Festival only rolls around once a year, after all. Now, I am sorry to say, I fear I am required elsewhere. We have set up a booth to speak to task force candidates.” After a moment, he added, “The standard they must aspire to is high, but I trust we shall be able to find some promise.” Siri looked thoughtful, past Toku, past everything - she grasped for something (a whisper, a scream, a sigh) that could perhaps shed light on whether or not the candidate search would be fruitful or not. Nothing, not a single thing echoed in her mind - Siri smiled, wide and happy. Nothing so blissful as silence in her head, only her own thoughts. “I’m sure you will find someone, Councillor. Now I best go find Cas and Ric.” The affectionate nicknames slipped from her tongue without thought. A quick bow, then she was disappearing into the crowd with her prized autograph in her hands. |