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🌸 FM of Yamatai
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- RP Date
- YE 44.8
- RP Location
- Riverside, Kyoto
Saleloria - Caeyara Residence, Kyoto
Balcony overlooking the Ketsurui River - YE 44.8 (A Month After The Arrival)
Uaeso sat on the balcony, enjoying the late autumn chill as the river gurgled and rippled past their new home. A Sanctuary Structure that had been grown and then modified with conventional construction in the Riverside District of Kyoto. Uaeso still was a little unsure of using the Leviathan's resources, it would take time to process all that had happened. Life would move on though, the new Tsenlanese Cultural Center was under construction, and for the most part, the refugees had settled in on Virginia, Akina, and Yamatai. His father had already started working on the arrangements with Yamatai for Statehood, and a permanent settlement in the Akina System; as usual, he never stopped, not for a rest and not for anyone even Uaeso. The Crowned Prince rose, and his Aest Vrydi was black with silver and dark green designs, swept back as the wind gently pushed against him. He let out a bit of a sigh as he moved to the railing and leaned against it, he wanted nothing more than a glass of sweet bubbly red chacelle to wash away the fact he looked up at the strange constellations in Yamatai's sky and felt as if he was lost in a labyrinth.
On the mind of sweet things, he opened his link to enquire about the location of his wife - she had probably gotten lost in the sea of small cargo containers and cases that filled their new home. Sure they had staff that could do all that for them. At the same time, they had all gotten used to doing it themselves. The concept of help had passed, and things had devolved for the Leviathans when things got rough. Uaeso still found himself tucking apples in his pockets at the banquet lunches, as if that piece of fruit would be something he could give to someone else who was hungry. Maybe the new humbling nature of the Caeyara who had faced suffering was good? Yet it was time to brave a way forward and Uaeso had already picked a path and even had one to suggest to his wife.
He reached into the belt of his robe and pulled out the Neithu flute he kept at his hip. He brought the decorative wooden flute to his lips and began to play a soothing melody that his mother, Sinith used to play for him when he was young. It was a tune of the tale of a Minatu Warrior who had traveled to a distant moon to fight one of the great Leviathan Dragons. The alluring melody reminded him of his dearly departed mother, her funeral and sarcophagus still awaited the Ysi's attention on one of the Arks. One of the advantages of being what they were, was he could play and sing at the same time, just his words drifted through the open streams of a vesper open to any who would listen.
Si Sali os Cyrai (1st Verse Only)
Eilyr si shylaer os si thalael olaer, Cyrai tadi cor bysi.
Syl ei shasael jhaladi os shori vys eil mali air shar baelaes tael sai shi sajael.
Thys Jhar'cyr--mai eirdaraer ail si madyrn celia eil ialaroraer.
Syr on Cyrai!
Os shyraes shar eir Aelodi.
Syr on Cyrai!
Si madyrn cor os mys.
The Tale of Hosio (First Verse Only)
Across the bones of the fallen ones, Hosio made his journey.
Through a barren landscape of white rock and shale it was never ment to be taken.
For Lat'hot--sho awaited in the shadows hungry and unsatiated.
Toil oh Hosio!
Your brothers wait at Eclipse.
Toil oh Hosio!
The shadows kiss your sword.