Fate whispers silently

[[Reimei's]h o p e]

The night was so unbeliveable still. Silence reigned supreme, with even the silent, all-knowing whishpering and hissing of the wind silent. Yes, those salty winds still blew across the water, rippling and blemishing them, but they had subdued into a odd, near frightening silence. Yet the water, salty and deep black-blue, made noises as they lapped at the shore, cold late winter waters rushing up and down on golden sand, littered with many but still beautiful shells of all sort. There were ones with curves, vibrant colors, ones shaped like a bowl, and ones plain and broken, never to be picked up by children, old or young, or even a elder wandering the shores of a place the knew so well.

But it was strange, even they were wanted. Maybe not by humans who, in a sense, were all blind, but by the Moon herself. For the Moon was the Sister, sibling of the Sun. And she controlled the great ocean and waters as her Brother controlled the land. And at night she pulled the broken and forlorn shells back, into her watery embrace. It may not always have been a warm embrace, but it was one filled with desparation and understanding, Sister Moon would take any in.

So, to some, it would not be surprsing if one was to look out on the waters and see her. Black hair held by the senbon, eyes partilaly closed, and pants rolled up to aviod getting wet. She was knee-deep in water, the cold numbing but soothing her all the same. She liked it, as Sister Moon looked down on her, maybe pulling her, another forlorn one in. Everything that had mourned, at any time of their lifetime, would be drawn to the silent solace that she offered. The light in dark, so celestial and magestic. It proved that somtimes, once a month, even something of such power would go out and reappear, shining down on the earth with renewed brillance. She was the symbol of hope, a beacon of shining hope to all the world, to all the ones who shed all their tears. And with the stars, like little candles laced in an enternal and beautiful pattern, hope was always there. Always there. Even when one passed into the Realm, when the body grew cold and the soul was forced from it's resting place. The soul would seek it's solace in the stars.

To show the rest of the world that no matter what the cause, there was always something. That in end there was comfort in grief.

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[defect]

The wind blew across the white sand delicately. Its touch smooth as it moved the smallest layers of sand that was exposed to the nights gaze. Sending the grains of sand over the small ridges and indents on the shore, before being cast into the shelter of its brethren. Sky scoured in a deep black as the demons warred above the mortals, showers of white droplets of blood streaming across the depths of darkness. Shedding light upon the land below as the battle cries and screams where muffled by the distance between the demons, gods, and the mortals.

Defect stared up at the vast painting set above her. Body embraced by the shore around her. White sand creasing into her clothing, arms folded as her hair was swept across her chest. Legs bent as her right was swung over her left, while her foot bobbed in the air impatiently. Brown eyes boring into the sky above her, she started to concentrate hard upon a single bright stare. Lost in thoughts, she couldn't help the stray layers and bits of sand that was splashed onto her kimono every so often. A piece of white coral was being rubbed over and over between her thumb and forefinger in her right hand, as her left hand lied on the back of her head. Tapping her skull impatiently as if the smooth hole in the white coral wasn't enough to show her tense impatience..

[[Reimei's]h o p e]

She had been outside, here in this place for a long while when she turned, the sand stirring beneath her feet. She glanced to the water- hard to see anything in the dark, but when squinting her eyes, to carefully observe the water, she could see the intricate swirling of sand. It flowing, floating around itself, and it slowly - very slowly indeed - fell back to the surface, but not the way it was. She shook her head, and looked up, begining to walk ever so slowly back to the shore.

The water created a wake behind her, ripples forming and rolling away slowly. Her legs, as she walked closer to the shore, grew incresingly cold. The air on the wet, 'salted' skin was... cold, to say the very least. She shivered, then her brow furowed. There was another there. She didn't exactly reconize the person there, but... It was dark, and many couldn't be reconized when it was so. So that was what she immeditatly assumed. Growing to a point when only her ankles were in the water, she bent to roll down some of her pants, sighing to allow herself to bend over further. Then slowly growing taller as she inhaled, standing up, she observed the other closely.

She said nothing. Waiting, unsure, with those dark steal eyes fized on her, her spine growing stiff in the cold.

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Eyes boring into the sky above, she tried hard to imagine what the brutal demons would of looked liked to have made such a terrible mess. What the gods would of worn, and used on their way to a battle, and their doom. How they would of sharpened their census, and how they charged across the fog of blackness to the fangs and claws of their opponents, unsheathed and sharpened to cut a single hair neatly in half. How she envied them.

She sat up before crossing her legs, and resting her elbows on her knee's and she seemed to glare enraged at the sea in front of her as if it was threatening to swallow her up into an oblivion of deep blue muck. If anything, she was pouting as at the corner of her eyes she caught a figure moving toward the shore. Wading through the now cursed sea as it froze to as much to a halt as it could while the waves beat gently behind it. Lazily tilting her head toward the figure, she started to stare at him or her as it both of them must of realized each other was there at the same moment.

Awkward.., Defect thought to her self before shooting a glance to the sky, than back to the figure wondering if this was a sign of how much pain the gods and demons felt; or at least something like that. Smiling slightly as she finally figured out neither of them could actually see each other other than a simple outline, she took a thick piece of cloth from the sleeve of her kimono before whipping the stay tears of blood form her eyes, and securing the gray silk cloth over them once again.

She didn't know how to start a little conversation, so she merely stood up unsteadily before walking slowly toward the being in the water. Even though she couldn't see the figure, she rather didn't care for facial expressions. So if anything, movement and the figures tone would have to tell her everything.

Nearing the edge of the shore, she stopped as the sand under her started to turn moist and little waves splashed over her toes every so often. She wouldn't bother going into the water for it would be a waste of strength and wringing out clothes. Though at least she could offer the figure as much hospitality as she could in the outside, of the middle of the night.

[[Reimei's]h o p e]

She narrowed her eyes, her pace picking itself up agian as she waded through the water. To walk so fast, in water, some would find it difficult. But to the Shinobi of Hoshi, it was like speaking, or 'A peice of cake', as she had heard used before. Stopping, so that they were not close but not out of earshot, she narrowed her eyes even more to scan what Sister Moon would allow her to see. To let her know weather or not she knew this one, if this one had placed foot upon Star-Country's land with good intentions.

Sighing, in the little light she had, reconizing this figure prooved to be difficult. Very difficult, and she could not tell who this stranger was. Indeed, she knew that is this one was part of her village, she did not see much of her. She was unfamiliar to Reimei's eyes; prying and slicing thorugh the errie darkness to survey this woman.

She lent backwards, placing all of her wieght on her heels, closing those eyes, pools of ice-water for a few miliseconds before rocking forwards again and opening them wide. She was tired and wanted to make sure that her mind wasn't playing childish tricks on her, making her see these illusions. And when her eyes revealed that this one was real, she rolled her shoulders and made the first move:

"So."

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