Post by Qiu'li on Sept 13, 2019 17:08:08 GMT -5
[attr="class","popqiu"] | [attr="class","qiutext"] The mind is like a vast sea. Seemingly endless along the horizons, and more mysterious the further one descends into the depths. Many things reside within the mind, especially memories. What is strange about memories is that some can come and go, while others can remain with oneself for a lifetime. Oftentimes these memories are sealed away, only to return when something evokes it. Hearing a familiar tune, perhaps the taste of a comforting food. For this particular instance, the raven-haired man smelt a familiar scent: The smell of fresh medicinal herbs that reminded Qiu'li of home. Having returned from late afternoon acrobatics practice, Qiu'li was ready to return to his dormitories to resume his studies when he passed by a peculiar room. Having little interest in the various rooms on Haven, it was normal for him to flat out ignore them and proceed to his usual places, but this one caught his attention. It had a sign with some strangely etched writing on it with a paint that was unknown to him. It written with was a waxy like writing utensil, almost like chalk. Rubbing a finger against the markings, he tried to discern the material, but wax was all he could really think of. Back in Forever Fall, there were hives that contained honey and wax- perhaps this was the same? Well, there was one way to find out. He pressed his finger to his lips and got a taste of the colored wax and gazed at his finger. Nope. Wasn't delicious honey wax. He couldn't make out what it said, but it had some drawings that he recognized at least! There was a tree. He knew what trees were, at least. The door was left open ajar, which explained why he could smell the herbs from outside, but his curiosity was piqued as more scents drew him in. Ah- a common courtesy that was taught involved knocking before one entered a room to announce a lack of intrusion before entering. If nobody objected, he was permitted to enter less it was restricted to faculty.. or women. Inside, Qiu'li glanced around and blinked in surprise. A hidden garden within the premises of the campus? This was unexpected, to say the least. There were rows of tables, each with their own assortment of pots and plants growing within them. There were various fruits, some of which the raven-haired man didn't even recognize. Perhaps they were native to this region? Qiu'li wasn't sure, but he continued to stare at them and examine the foreign vegetation that grew from each pot thoroughly. However, his attention was drawn away from the strange fruits and towards the back end of the room, which gave off the strongest scent that drew him in: Herbs. There were various assortments of them, some that were used in cooking, which he recalled that the village of Luoya did during festivals and everyday cooking, as well as other herbs that were used to brew tea, act as supplements to meals, and to promote wound healing. Qiu'li began to walk to each one of them and examine them thoroughly, picking up the pots. They were in excellent condition, each one looking healthy and well taken care of. Whomever these herbs belonged to, they must have had put a lot of work and care into them as he named each one in a low voice before returning them. "Bai Jiguan ... Oolong. Tanyáng-gongfu... Black." Qiu'i muttered to himself as he nodded to himself before setting them back down. He picked up another pot to inspect before he heard a noise. He glanced over as he turned his head quickly to see what had made that noise. Messy, ukempt pink haired, was the first thing that caught his eye, but his characteristically slanted eyes, as if they were cut by a knife, meet with the individual that was standing before him. A female, one that he hadn't met before. Qiu'li wondered if this room belonged to her. Perhaps she was too, just like him and wandered in? Perhaps she was a curator of these and he had intruded upon this room. Either way, standing here and staring at her with his usual, intense glare wouldn't do him any good as he tried to find the words to speak. If nothing was said between them for some time, the raven-haired man would speak up first. "Are... these plants of belonging to you?" He would ask in his accented voice. -- Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank D Hei Tiequán | Rank E Featherfall I (Leap) | Rank D Weapon Proficiency II (Martial Arts) | Rank E Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E Shadow Step I (Stealth) | Rank F Resilience of the Crimson Oaks II (Durability) | Rank E |
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