z023 Posted October 9, 2011 Share Posted October 9, 2011 The day after Jungle Sanctuary. Sakura had wakened moments before dawn in strange bed in a strange room. For a moment, she panicked; then memories from the previous night began to trickle through her mind: the flight across the Atlantic, nearly crashing into the palace in Kinshasa, the Storm King's promises. Einherjar and Jason themselves. She felt a faint flush crawl up her cheeks as she remember her kiss and Bombshell's teasing remonstration. She took a moment to look around the room she'd been placed in. It was simply but elegantly decorated with a mix of modern and traditional Congolese artwork; the bed she had sat up in could easily accommodate three or four individuals and the windows to east showed the first rays of morning light over the royal gardens. Sakura slid out from between the cool linen sheets and padded across the plush carpeting to the windows; she slipped the ornamental clasp holding the two panels together and smiled as a fragrant breeze stole into the room. The young nova chased after the breeze, slipping through the window and into the gardens without a sound. She stepped lightly through the tropical paradise, smiling at the zen garden and its koi pond, until she found a relatively clear patch of earth with sunlight streaming down on it. Her silk-like shirt flowed up her arms and torso, twisting into bright green leaves that plaited through her hair; likewise her pants descended to her lower legs, turning brown and knotty as tendrils worked their way into the earth. Sakura's skin took on the same hue as the faux-leaves in her hair; the Spring Goddess turned her face to the rising sun and tasted the light of the Congo. A few hours later, Sakura disentangled herself from the garden, feeling almost her old self again; her leaves and roots reassembled themselves into a cotton wrap with an intricate light green and yellow leaf design and a matching sleeveless top that added pink flowers to the leaf pattern and hugged her body like a sports bra, stopping just as high up on her midriff. Her skin went from green to a tanned bronze that matched the outfit beautifully and blended in with the palace and its inhabitants far better than the paler skin tone she'd favored in Russia and the United States. So armed in new fashion and her first good night's rest in nearly a month, Sakura, soemtimes known as Konohanasakuyahime, set out to explore her new home. This thread is open to anyone staying at or visiting the royal palace of Kinshasa. Anyone at all familiar with the palace will know that she's new and neither staff nor any sort of official; her manners will also show curiosity and an unfamiliarity with her surroundings. Also, for anyone that wanted to see Sakura in the garden, she looked like this (minus the weird light-emitting flower thing): Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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