[Taning will forever be grateful to Tohru Fukuzawa, if only because his first attainment in Celestial Mastery lets him see further out than he has ever seen before.
From up here, on the roof, in the evening eye of a stormy sky, he could see Shin Yamatai for miles around; could see Stormguard armor flashing, borne stiffly proud; could focus on faces, vampires whose only difference from other people, really, is a very very slight pallor and an ever-pointed smile; could follow every street and see life scuttling about from high above.
Though it does take him the utmost self-discipline not to go peeking inside houses. It has become as easy as breathing to do so, these days; however, he does not want to validate Brianna's opinion of him as a creeper (for that matter, he does it out of his own self-respect, too). Which was a pity, really: he would have wanted to see how different household life here is as opposed to the other places he's been to.
He sits there, not quite meditating, but watching everything, drinking in all the sights, as he's wont to do. It's... quite nice. He watches his blademates do their own thing, each of them separate. He gets an oddly comforting feeling when he next thinks that later tonight, they'll all be under one roof.
He supposes that this is another thing that he should be thankful to the Shinta Clan for.]
rooftop drinkies with the Blade King y/y?
From up here, on the roof, in the evening eye of a stormy sky, he could see Shin Yamatai for miles around; could see Stormguard armor flashing, borne stiffly proud; could focus on faces, vampires whose only difference from other people, really, is a very very slight pallor and an ever-pointed smile; could follow every street and see life scuttling about from high above.
Though it does take him the utmost self-discipline not to go peeking inside houses. It has become as easy as breathing to do so, these days; however, he does not want to validate Brianna's opinion of him as a creeper (for that matter, he does it out of his own self-respect, too). Which was a pity, really: he would have wanted to see how different household life here is as opposed to the other places he's been to.
He sits there, not quite meditating, but watching everything, drinking in all the sights, as he's wont to do. It's... quite nice. He watches his blademates do their own thing, each of them separate. He gets an oddly comforting feeling when he next thinks that later tonight, they'll all be under one roof.
He supposes that this is another thing that he should be thankful to the Shinta Clan for.]