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Characters: behisstrength and zelda_hylia
Location: The park.
Time: Early afternoon, Dec. 9th.
Style: Any.
Status: Closed.
Motochika made sure to arrive at the park ahead of time for his meeting with Zelda, ensuring that she would not have to wait. He perched himself upon the railing of the bridge over the lone pond, settled his shamisen on his lap, and began to play a light, peaceful melody.
It was odd, in a sense, to think of how long he had lived in Vatheon. Few people had remained a constant during that time. Today he would share their history as 'foreigners' with this one woman, but as he watched the fishes swimming below, occasionally rippling the pond's surface, he wondered if it was not time to revisit the idea that he had long ago proposed to Noel: written records.
There was no reason to risk losing it entirely. It was their shared legacy -- the legacy of those present and those departed.
Motochika had always valued history.
Location: The park.
Time: Early afternoon, Dec. 9th.
Style: Any.
Status: Closed.
Motochika made sure to arrive at the park ahead of time for his meeting with Zelda, ensuring that she would not have to wait. He perched himself upon the railing of the bridge over the lone pond, settled his shamisen on his lap, and began to play a light, peaceful melody.
It was odd, in a sense, to think of how long he had lived in Vatheon. Few people had remained a constant during that time. Today he would share their history as 'foreigners' with this one woman, but as he watched the fishes swimming below, occasionally rippling the pond's surface, he wondered if it was not time to revisit the idea that he had long ago proposed to Noel: written records.
There was no reason to risk losing it entirely. It was their shared legacy -- the legacy of those present and those departed.
Motochika had always valued history.