Honestly I’m not much of a writer, that’s my lady’s territory. Who is the lady I serve?
Yumiwa the Chojo, Daughter of Yusanora Umbraline, and heir to the Dasaka Empire.
Who am I then? I’m her handmaiden, her advisor, a guard, and I’m also her best friend and she is mine. I am Hanako the Blue Rose, daughter of Eshiwa Herupa, and Handmaiden to Yumiwa. It’s rather strange, I would have never expected myself to be in the company of royalty but here I am serving the Crown Princess of the Imperial Royal family. Zuto Nui has a plan for all of us, and mine was to be in service to Crown Princess Yumiwa.
My Yumi is...she’s driven, beautiful, and caring...and...when the time comes she will be the best Rora the Kentoku Archipelago has ever seen. When I hear those words of dissent I wish to stomp on the throats of those who would dare speak against my Yumiwa. I get really worked up about that, my mother taught me to control my rage, to control my passion but it is taxing. It’s hard when you can feel the pressure building up underneath like a volcano ready to explode but I take a few deep breaths and focus. I read a book, I practice with my instruments, and sometimes when my lady feels up to it, I listen to her poems those always put me at ease. She has such a talent for their creation. They are such beautiful little things, a small arrangement of words tied together by Yumi’s pen and her tongue. At times Yumiwa has asked me to play for her, she enjoys music, in fact she enjoys all the arts. Though her talents lie in the spoken and written word, I be though if she put her mind to it she could be an accomplished musician. However a future Rora cannot spend too much time on the arts when she needs to learn how to run an empire. She’s my Chojo and I her handmaiden and I will serve Yumiwa to my last breath.
I was approaching my coming of age when I had been chosen by her. My mother, Eshiwa had always been proud of me, something I believe my eldest sibling did not like. My eldest brother, Jiyu was more of a matter of pride in herself, for bringing another male into our world. I do not envy our males for despite their training, they are still trophies. Many of our kind wants a husband, but few will earn the right to have one. Anyways I digress, I had been chosen, not by some other minor clan, not by the Fursic, or even the Dastana! No! I was chosen by Yumiwa herself. Future Rora of the Dasaka people.
My mother had been hoping of this day ever since she and the others of my clan saw the potential within me. They took my fiery passion and molded it, focusing it, for I was a Herupa and Herupa are always in control of themselves, for it is expected of us. I was taught to focus my energy in my training, finding my strength in hand to hand combat, in quick powerful strikes as well as my natural affinity with the Sighteye discipline. I was taught a berth of knowledge, mostly focused on politics and philosophy. I rose well above the standards of the average Herupa and my mother’s pride for me swelled. She had noticed my interesting in music. I remember the day she rewarded me with my own violin. It was one of the happiest days of my life.
“How’s my little Hanako?” She chuckled, rubbing my head.
“I’m not little!” I steamed, even though my mother was quite right. I was only about as tall as her waist at the time.
“Right.” She laughed again, patting my head as she towered over me. My face grew even redder but she leaned down, taking a wrapped object from one of our servants with that cheery smirk she always had back then.
“You’ve been doing very well, Hanako. I wanted to get my little girl a present for so much hardwork.” She handed me the case and I took it. “Go on, my daughter. Open it!” She said, clasping her hands to her face as I popped open the case and inside laid one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen. A violin and a bow, both made of the finest wood my mother could afford. Normally we try to restrain our emotions in the Herupa clan, but a few times we could let our guard down and just be people, it was nice. It was so surreal, running my hands over the lacquered wood.
“So you do like it?” She chuckled, squeezing me tight in a hug that surprised me. She already knew the answer.
“I love it, thank you mother, thank you!” I replied, doing my best to hug her with equal force. I saw my eldest brother Jiyu hanging at the edge of the room, his eyes narrowed before he turned and left.
“Good, good, think you can take more lessons alongside what you’re currently learning?” An inquisitive expression marking my mother’s face.
“Of course mother, I’m a Herupa!”
I shook myself out of the memory, and walked over to the chair, where a stand with a new book of music awaited me, a courtesy offered to me by Inokio. One of people I respected greatly. I opened the case, already knowing that my favored instrument awaited me inside. I lifted it up, placing it against my collarbone as I rest my chin on it, closing my eyes as I tuned the instruments, instinctively knowing how it needed to be. I opened my eyes and opened the book, My golden eyes looked over the notes and I set my fingers into position on the neck of the violin and then I drew the bow in front of the bridge and against the strings. I started playing.
I would thank Inokio when he returned with Yumi. This was going to be a great day, I could feel it.
OOC: Just for reference the song Hanako would be playing on the violin is “Now We Are Free” from Hans Zimmer & Lisa Gerrad for the Gladiator Soundtrack, although I see this as the cover done by Taylor Davis.