Post by Hasekura Takamori on Jun 4, 2007 21:15:42 GMT
Fire streaked across Lake Nadai - great spouts of flame, flying from the boats over the water. Unflinching, Hasekura looked on, happy about the conflagration in his waters.
Finally, the hellish performance ended, and the Shirezei clapped politely, a happy grin upon his face. The fireworks display that marked the anniversary of the battle of B'arak Gorge was always a high point of his year, and the two day celebration afterwards was one to remember.
Aboard his own barge, he happily mingled with the ambassadors from other factions and places, the merchants and anyone else who had blagged or bribed entrance to his personal company.
Wandering to the far end of the intricate wooden barge, he stood looking out over the water, lit by hundreds of lights - from boats, the pier, the fortress-island itself, and a private little smile played across his features.
This was what he ruled over. Not the army, not the mindless bureaucracy - they ruled themselves as much as anything else. He was the symbol, the ruler of the land itself - the deep, black Nadai, the floating skiffs and the junks skimming across the waters. The beauty, the imagery of his land.
Looking happily over his land, he felt isolated, not worrying about anything, although this may have had something to do with the sake and wines he'd been plied with throughout the evening, afternoon and, he was sad to admit, most of the morning.
Sighing contentedly, he just absorbed the sight, and was truly happy for a little while.
Finally, the hellish performance ended, and the Shirezei clapped politely, a happy grin upon his face. The fireworks display that marked the anniversary of the battle of B'arak Gorge was always a high point of his year, and the two day celebration afterwards was one to remember.
Aboard his own barge, he happily mingled with the ambassadors from other factions and places, the merchants and anyone else who had blagged or bribed entrance to his personal company.
Wandering to the far end of the intricate wooden barge, he stood looking out over the water, lit by hundreds of lights - from boats, the pier, the fortress-island itself, and a private little smile played across his features.
This was what he ruled over. Not the army, not the mindless bureaucracy - they ruled themselves as much as anything else. He was the symbol, the ruler of the land itself - the deep, black Nadai, the floating skiffs and the junks skimming across the waters. The beauty, the imagery of his land.
Looking happily over his land, he felt isolated, not worrying about anything, although this may have had something to do with the sake and wines he'd been plied with throughout the evening, afternoon and, he was sad to admit, most of the morning.
Sighing contentedly, he just absorbed the sight, and was truly happy for a little while.
