Post by Harp on Mar 26, 2022 21:11:47 GMT -5
The azure grassy plains of the Ajisa Continent, it was an ever so attractive land that called to Harp often. Its peace, tranquility and harmonious nature drew the hearts of many Namekians this much was he was certain. A place unbothered, untouched, unpilfered and yet unsoiled, it was a sight perpetually fresh to his eyes. A cool breeze brushed against his skin as he started to breathe ever so deeply. Warm feelings as a cool reflection emerged from his mind's eye, drifting into such sweet and textured memory. And for but a moment, Harp could forget, the horrors, the challenges and the differences suffered living as a Namekian on this green planet he called home.
"A simple day but what of the complicated things, simplicity does me no pains, no. . . It is the silence of such calm which frightens me, that when I can listen to the bowels of my own soul. Their depths, their richness, such quality and presence. How I savor it on my lips, how I tend to it with such presence. I cannot help but feel it so oh my. Hmm. . . ." Amidst all such thoughts Harp would look back to the small camp he had arranged for himself. A fairly large blanket embroided with colors of vibrant green and mangenta woven into circular and diagonal patterns sporting frills of gold, lain across the ground elegantly. It appeared that some manner of a tea set was arranged carefully no doubt a Namekian's fancy given the reliance of largely only water in their diet, naturally Harp found himself an expert at making tea accordingly so to make such a diet more appealing to him.
Magically so the tea kettle seemed to be heating itself once he set all the elements in motion, propped in the midst of a kind of fire pit made of floating materials made of the same material as the tea set. Grey and white cups made of what appeared to be some kind clay, Harp bided his time of course and began to place some berries and leaves in the kettle. A sweet aroma began to brew and though he was eager to drink his tea, it was clear to the Namekian that it'd be best for him to wait. "And as I wait for this tea, so do I wait for my next thought and for what's to come in the future near or fire."
"A simple day but what of the complicated things, simplicity does me no pains, no. . . It is the silence of such calm which frightens me, that when I can listen to the bowels of my own soul. Their depths, their richness, such quality and presence. How I savor it on my lips, how I tend to it with such presence. I cannot help but feel it so oh my. Hmm. . . ." Amidst all such thoughts Harp would look back to the small camp he had arranged for himself. A fairly large blanket embroided with colors of vibrant green and mangenta woven into circular and diagonal patterns sporting frills of gold, lain across the ground elegantly. It appeared that some manner of a tea set was arranged carefully no doubt a Namekian's fancy given the reliance of largely only water in their diet, naturally Harp found himself an expert at making tea accordingly so to make such a diet more appealing to him.
Magically so the tea kettle seemed to be heating itself once he set all the elements in motion, propped in the midst of a kind of fire pit made of floating materials made of the same material as the tea set. Grey and white cups made of what appeared to be some kind clay, Harp bided his time of course and began to place some berries and leaves in the kettle. A sweet aroma began to brew and though he was eager to drink his tea, it was clear to the Namekian that it'd be best for him to wait. "And as I wait for this tea, so do I wait for my next thought and for what's to come in the future near or fire."
PL: 6000
WC: 402
WC: 402