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[indent][indent][color=silver]“This is a report to the elder, be sure they recieve it, Fujiwara.”[/color]

Anayo was a peculiar woman. In the years since she was allowed to learn under her and the peculiarities that came with her line of work, Chiasa wasn’t sure what she had actually learned. 

In fact, she was pretty sure she had been a gofer more than a machinist or tinkerer or whatever word-of-the-week their line of work was called. “Fujiwara go here and do this. Go here and do that.” – it was a revolving door of things, but when it came the time her mentor and herself got to journey outward into a reflection of the past it made it all worth it. However, today was not one of those days.

[color=#FF2A2A]“Is it important?”[/color] She asked, with a flat monotone.

[color=silver]“Everything I do is important.”[/color]

[color=#FF2A2A]“Mhm. Sure.”[/color]

[color=silver]“It is. And you’re not to read it.”[/color] The tinkerer turned from her desk with a glare that cut through Chiasa’s blank expression, [color=silver]“Or [b][i]else.[/i][/b]”[/color]

Chiasa nodded, softly, with a sigh, as her mentor turned away from her and resumed her tasks at her desk.

[color=silver]“And get dressed. I’m not getting yelled at again for you missing another festival or whatever. And you’ll be working the stall later. Those morons love the most useless things I find, I swear.”[/color]

[color=#FF2A2A]“If I have to.”[/color] She remarked, calmly rebelling against the suggestion, though she knew what it would lead to if she rejected the notion, [color=#FF2A2A]“I have to, don’t I?”[/color]

[color=silver]“You do. Now go. Shoo.”[/color]

And so Chiasa left the room. There wasn’t much she could do in her situation and as crass and blunt as her teacher may have been, it was a lot better than returning to the Fujiwara Estate to be ordered around to look for a husband. At least with Anayo she was free to work for her passion and do things she was actually happy to do. Not that she showed much of that happiness. 

Maybe one day someone would get her to smile and in a way that didn’t cause someone to think she was going to kill them. Expressions were difficult, but honestly there weren’t any people that brought warmth in her heart to cause her to need to smile. She found some of the men in the village contentable, sure, and there were also a few women she found as tolerable to be around, but nothing in either sex that made her fantasize about them being her partner for life. Maybe one day. But not any day soon. Still, she needed to look proper for the village, her clan, and her mentor. Apparently. When was the last time she dressed up? She couldn’t fathom an answer in her head and did not quite want to. 

She abhorred formalities, after all.

At least the trip to see the Elder would not take too long. She doubted she would run into any distractions on the way...[/indent][/indent]
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