Thoughtful Rain (Open to anyone)
Sima Shi continued to hold his palm up, as the rain pattered gently against his hand but once more he was needed, as a soldier rushed to his side.
”My Lord! A woman has been spotted in the camp, we know not of her intentions but we know that she goes by the name of Diao Chan. What would you-..
Holding his hand up to halt the man as if he were a dog meant to heel, at the action of his hand his spoken and arrogant tone followed. ”Ah, I wondered as to why there was quite a disturbance, in this peaceful rain..can I not think without something unworthy of my time interrupting my thoughts?”
”My L-Lord, I am truly sorry, please f-forgive me,” the soldier said bowing to his knees and continuing to bow his head, respectfully apologetic.
Shi had only wished he’d had his sword to halt the soldier further, from apologising but alas, he had not brought it out with him. He had only wished to gaze upon the rain, after all he had only just awoken. Closing his eyes, a sigh escaped his lips as he said no more words to the soldier and entered his tent.
Although it was time to vainly dress himself and attend to his appearance he would have to rush himself, to catch this..stranger. Quickly but neatly he arranged his hair so that the ornament sat neatly on his head. Then pulling on his armour, as fast as he could, he literally grabbed for his boots, pulling them on with such haste. A once over in the mirror told him he looked quite fine, as he grabbed for his sword. Lifting the tent flap and letting it fall down, after him he began to proudly stride through the rain. The fact that Shi carried his sword alerted other soldiers around him but he waved them away, as he had treated the other soldier.
The idea of resting had already taken it’s toll on the tired female. Though she had not walked, her entire body ached from the steady bump on her horse. It seemed this tented city was sprung up in place of a forest, for the ground was littered with trunks. Sighing, she sat herself upon a severed tree, head low. Somehow, she managed to look refined and elegant even sopping wet.
[Sorry for the short post.. XD… But considering nothing really happened to her~.. Sorry to hear about your pet, my dear. =/]
( ooc;; I’ll take you up on that offer, Diao Chan. ;D Please excuse the introductory length. OTL )
Despite the commotion stirring within the camp, Zhong Hui remained virtually uninterested. Instead of leaping to his feet like the irritable little soldiers running about to get a glimpse of the beautiful Diao Chan, he remained beneath a wooden overhang to conceal himself from the rain. He most definitely didn’t like the thought of mussing his hair from nature’s downpour; it’d only cause problems for his already wavy locks. Furthermore, the idea of his plated armour weighing down more than it already had was very unappealing. Soaking wet and heavy… It was most illogical, hence his temporary refuge, though the darkened sky didn’t seem to be showing any signs of letting up. Rolling his eyes, Zhong Hui sighed as a foot lifted to press up against the side of the barricade, though the nagging curiosity clawing at him from inside out was becoming unbearable, he’d remain to his thoughts away from the sultry woman’s entrance.
Though once the commotion at the main gate somewhat subsided—yeah right, none of these men have seen a woman in weeks; like they’d pass up a chance to take a gander at the woman who was said to be the most beautiful in all the land. She apparently out-shone the moon the last he heard—Zhong Hui watched as the surrounding men on duty debated risking a lashing for a simple glance. Of course, those decisions were dashed as Sima Shi’s presence became evident, and they all ducked back into their respective positions. Though once his back was to them, they leaned out from their spots, again, trying to see what was going on.
“Tch. Such is the nature of the beast…” The poet mumbled to himself as he pushed himself off the side of the barricade, finally stepping out into the rain. He couldn’t bear to watch this idiocy any longer. They needed to be put in their place, and Sima Shi never really had any interest in dealing with lowly peons, so you know who had to do it? Zhong Hui. No one else could do it properly, save for maybe Zhuge Dan… Though even so, he could be too soft-hearted at times. The poor, tragic idiot. His weaknesses would be the end of him. Surely he was never built to last.
Grumbling as he stepped out into the downpour, he found himself nearly hissing in discontent with his flattening, fluffy locks. As his hair flattened from the moisture, his bangs fell further into his eyes and proceeded to obscure his vision, making him particularly irritable. With his approaching frame, the curious soldiers once again fell back into line and averted their eyes from the seated siren taking refuge from the rain nearby. Once they obeyed Hui’s silent command, he turned from them and stomped through the muddy puddles collecting upon the ground of the encampment and approached the woman with the usual unimpressed expression upon his face. Setting a hand upon his hip, he leaned over to examine her face; gray eyes squinting through the rain as a single drop fell from a tip of his soaking hair, down the curve of his face and off the sharp point of his chin.
“Annnnd your purpose here is what, exactly?” Not that he had a say in what went on around here—although he thought he was privileged to—but surely she had more in mind than simply staying dry from precipitation. She was soaked to the bone; what good would it do her to dry up and head back out into the rain again? She was cunning—that much wasn’t hard to tell, especially from a strategist’s point of view. She knew what men desired, and she used that knowledge alongside her beauty to get what she wanted. How men across the land could ignore this factor, he could not understand. He needed to experience this woman for himself so to speak.
(OOC: Don’t worry about it Diao, my posts vary in length. I can’t always write like that. I was on a roll. x’D I know, I know. It’s heartbreaking but I just have to keep in mind, that she’s resting peacefully now.)
Lord Sima Shi walked through the crowded streets, littered with idiot soldiers who obviously didn’t have the decency to stand aside. Shi indeed carried himself proudly and highly, as he moved. The fact that the men were disobeying him..by standing around like fools, annoyed him. A soldier stood directly in front of him, staring at what had caused the commotion, that of which Shi could not see, yet. Leaning over the smaller soldier’s shoulder Shi spoke. ”Is it your duty to stand around like a fool, hmm? Or perhaps you wish to lose your head?” A smirk crossed his face, as he watched the soldier jump out of his skin.
”M-My Lord!..I will return to my duties at once!” The soldier was obviously intimidated and startled by the presence of a Sima. The fact that he could have witnessed his end from his stupidity and ignorance, made him hurry off to the side and continue his training.
Shi’s brown eyes followed the soldier, as he noticed him looking back towards him, a smirk crossed his face forcing the soldier to look away, for good. Walking towards the direction of the commotion, he couldn’t help but laugh to himself. Father..I believe you truly to be the one that has taught me a great deal, in life but..why must I lead some of these idiots. The thought crossed his mind, as he noticed the woman from afar.
Oh, Zhong Hui was dealing with this woman, was he? Perhaps he would watch from afar with a smug look upon his face, she was definitely Diao Chan, alright. His father had told him quite a few stories of this certain woman and he knew well, that she was not one to underestimate in her thinking methods. Standing with his arms behind his back, he watched to see if Zhong Hui would live up to his name and his often over-confident, spoken words of his brilliance.
(via silks-and-skirmishes)
