The air was still and quiet around the house of the Shirakiin Seers. The high, prestigious looking wall gleamed with afternoon heat and the fragrant flowers and plump plants left mysterious scents and peaceful energy flowing through the traditional garden as the sun slowly fell from its peak. Rays of life flittered across the somewhat clutters grounds, bathing upturned leaves in warmth. The almost suffocating air stirred when the shishi-odoshi filled with water and fell, clanking against the rock below with a familiar doink . Though the lovely garden was filled with extravagant trees and plants it appeared to be missing something. A very important thing that maintained the lovely garden; workers. In fact, not a soul was seen or heard in the garden, only the beat of bug wings and soft breeze sounded at the time. The servants had a good reason to not be wandering the ground, and if they were it would mean punishment. Through the thick leaves and petals of the garden, you could barely make out two, still shapes, one more hunched over then the other. They sat in silence in front of a small, elegant shrine, more likely meditating than anything else. Both shapes appeared to be female, one older, with long white hair thrown up in a small bun and detailed, and slightly sagging wrinkled face loose of any emotions. The other girl was younger looking, with the same emotionless expression but a much more paled, rounder looking head. Their eyes remained opened and wide, gleaming with the intensity of a white fire while their faces stayed as still as stones. They only moved when the sun was obscured by a cloud, shrouding the garden in pale darkness. Shirakiin Risha, the older woman, was the first to move, her eyes clouding up with sudden darkness and her body shook for a moment before she straightened again, her face screwed up with a look of confusion. Shirakiin Chihiro was the second to move, her eyes closing slowly as she let out a small sigh before turning to stare at Risha, an expectant look on her face. The old woman quickly hid her surprised face and gave the girl a brisk nod before heaving her body up, using a small, deep colored walking stick for support. Chihiro gave a soft smile before regaining her peaceful and emotionless expression, standing up to give Risha a polite bow before vanishing through the brush and onto the stone path that lead through the garden. Though you couldn’t tell in hesitant clops of her sandals nor her face, Chihiro was actually very excited. It had been seven years since she had been a representative for the Shirakiin household and though it sounded like something someone would hate Chihiro found it as a way to make a friend. She pulled herself up onto the wooden porch slowly, removing the wooden sandals that hung loosely from her feet before sliding open the colorfully designed door. The servants instantly stirred from their hiding places, assisting in helping Chihiro up and taking her sandals. Most went to the garden to tidy up and tend to the plants while others began cleaning the already spotless building in preparation for the head of the house whom would be taking Chihiro any minute now.
“I’ve laid out something out for you.” One of the servants spoke up, bowing slightly. Chihiro gave the woman a soft smile before returning the bow and heading towards the thin hall that connected the now lively room and other empty ones. At the far end of the room a red tag was stuck to a sliding door, a sign to keep out. Chihiro’s room. She entered, sliding the door quickly and doing the same to close it, an automatic light quickly flashing to life as she moved forward towards the center of her room. An elegant looking kimono lay splayed out in front of her. The material was light and somewhat itchy, designed with pale pink flowers and dragonflies. It was a deep red in color with black and white outlines and pink undertones, the sash being the same pink as the design. Her changing was quick and quiet without the need of a servant; she slipped on the material easily and mindlessly, remembering every detail on how to put on a kimono by now. She was soon out of the room, dressed in heavier outfit with her long, black hair running over her shoulders in dark waves. Risha was now in the main room of the building, sipping some sort of drink from a wooden cup as she conversed with an out-of-view person. Chihiro had a slight idea of who this person was and she instantly raised her head, carrying herself much more mature then before, shuffling her feet while her hands clung to each over in front of her stomach. Her red eyes glanced down towards the duo as she approached, nodding towards Risha and then her Grandmother, who had been talking with Risha only a few moment before. The woman seemed to be as old as Risha, her pale eyes narrowed into two dark slits while her wrinkled face suppressed a frown. Chihiro instantly turned seeing her grandmother’s face, giving a long and low bow.
“… Hurry along, then.” Came a brisk voice laced with ice and Chihiro straightened, her mouth pulled into a tight line. She gave Risha a soft nod and the woman stared on with clouded eyes, which instantly sparked a worry in the back of Chihiro’s head. An impatient cough quickly brought the black-haired girl back from her wonders and she followed after her grandmother, exiting the building, and then the walls of the Seer House and into a prestigious looking black car. Her grandmother sat far against the window, eyes forward, hands clamped over a gold and black walking staff while Chihiro slouched slightly in her seat, glancing out the window while she thought about Risha’s cloudy eyes. She never looked like that unless she was A) getting a cold or B) she saw something when they were meditating. She racked her brain for remembrance of anything she saw today, traces of anything or flashes of something to come, but nothing came to mind. Her forgetfulness will be the end of her, and with that thought, Chihiro drifted off into a light sleep. They had three hours until they reached their destination and the exhaustion from school and concentrating still lingered on her skin.
“We are here, Ma’am.” Came a deep voice from the head of the car. Chihiro flinched awake and quickly regretted it after receiving a piercing glare from her grandmother. She slowly stood up and slipped out of the car, going to her grandmother’s side to stare up at the house before them,
“This is the Kimiko residence, you should recognize that name, yes?” her grandmother asked, a slightly curious glint shining in her old eyes. Chihiro nodded, remembering the days of young when a slightly forgotten face would sometimes come over to play. Her cousin lived here.