[D2 LE] Sweets, Cheese, and Song (Amaya's Yurt) [Closed]

[Ide Amaya]

Smiling brilliantly, "to future husband and wife," she also declares. It takes two mouthfuls to drain the overly-full cup, but afterwards she licks her lips in satisfaction. When she replaces her sake cup on the table, she seems to misjudge the distance, and it thunks against to wood harder than intended. "My apologies, Hideo-Sama."


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Raw Stamina versus Sake - Intoxicated!

[Seppun Hideo]

Hideo downed his very full cup in one, a practiced drinker with more stamina. He laughed when she slammed down the cup.

"Oh dear Amaya-san. I think you may be drunk!" He grinned "ah...some more food to soak up the alcohol may be an idea. What is next?"

He looked around the tent, for inspiration for his next question, and noted the tent flap.

"I might...I may if I can...shut that."

(D2 LE sake - how drunk can a drunk Imperial get: 3d10o10k3 24 - still same level of drunk)

[Ide Amaya]

Amaya pondered on the Imperial's statement, "perhaps you are right, Hideo-Sama, certainly I have never felt like this after drinking kumis." When he asks about the door flap, she nods solemnly, "if it pleases you, then please go ahead."

[Seppun Hideo]

"I hope you are ok Amaya-san" Hideo said, concerned. "I do not wish to do anything that displeases you."

He still made sure to fill up the cups again, some sake spilling over, as if it was a natural action.

[Ide Amaya]

Completely trusting, "I assure you I am well. In fact, allow me." She rises, and crosses to the door. The flap has been secured with easy to release half-knots and, with a sharp tug of the ties, the flap neatly unrolls, settling into place with a soft whup. The lantern has burned low and the light inside the yurt is more silver than gold as Lord Moon arcs overhead.

Turning, she wavers slightly, as if about to lose her balance. But it's only one stride back to the table and she is soon seated again, feet tucked underneath her. She looks at Hideo, expectant, hopeful.

[Seppun Hideo]

Hideo had started to rise when she wobbled, ready to help her. She made it back though, and he looked relieved as he sat back down. It was slightly darker, but it framed the girl in a silvery light that made her look even more attractive.

Hideo smiled at the sight, his eyes never leaving the girl as he leaned in slightly while focusing on her.

"I guess it is my question, hai? Did we have food?"

He paused, thinking about a question. Which was harder when you've had as much sake as they had enjoyed together so far.

"What are you hoping to find in a husband?"

[Ide Amaya]

She gazed at him with all the seriousness of a sixteen year old girl, drunk for the first time on sake. "A prudent question, Hideo-Sama." With her chopsticks, she poked one of the pale rounds of cheese laid between them.



"Try the chhena, she suggested, "it's a very fresh, mild cheese. They knead it until it is incredibly smooth and soft, and serve it drenched in sweet syrup." She appears to be buying time to think.

[Seppun Hideo]

"They sound lovely" Hideo said as he collected his chopsticks, his eyes remaining on Amayas. He carefully picked up the sweet cheese...ball? Almost dropping it as he managed to bring one up to his mouth, and chewed on it slowly.

"That is...quite sweet" he comments "there is really a wide variety of ways to use cheese. I am quite impressed."

[Ide Amaya]

She smiles and holds his gaze until, blinking slowly, she looks down and speaks, "when it was decided I would be sent to the ma-ai, mother, father, sensei, all took pains to impress on me what was expected of me. Be courteous, be demure, be a good listener. Don't talk too much, or too loudly. Remember my manners, especially at meals. Don't drink, it will make me foolish." At the last she laughed softy.

"Sensei told me that no Rokugani man would want a Unicorn wife unless she had great status, and that it was of vital importance that nothing I do interfere with the important marriages that were to be brokered here. What I want never factored in to it." Perhaps her mouth was dry, as she took a tiny sip of sake and very carefully set the cup down again.

[Seppun Hideo]

Hideo went silent as the girl spoke, listening to her words. He smiled at her comment on alcohol, and as she sipped the drink he remained silent for a little while after.

"In some ways, your parents and your sensei are correct. There are a lot of expectations about how the Unicorn are going to act, based on the few interactions we've had with your kin. Although I don't believe you have been foolish while consuming sake" he grinned, before adopting a more serious look.

"However, your sensei is incorrect. While most marriages are political in nature, and your status within the empire is currently not as important statuswise as some others here...you are certainly a marriable woman. Your company is enjoyable. You are pretty, you are honourable and dutiful. You have a strong musical talent. You have so many traits that any male would find desirable in a wife, and you have more strength and courage than the majority of women gathered here from other clans."

He waited for her to look up, catching her eyes with his as he finished with "you are important still, Amaya, and I am certain that you will not only find a husband here, but find a husband that you enjoy the company of."

[Ide Amaya]

Though embarrassed by his praise, she held his gaze. "Are these the things you are looking for in a wife, Hideo-Sama? What qualities would please you?" She pauses, but then, without waiting for an answer, she shakes her head. "Forgive my impertinence. Truly, I want just to please you. There are delicacies still untasted and sake still undrunk and songs still unsung. The sake has made me foolish, and I do not with to spoil this evening. Your company has been a blessing on this humble girl."

[Seppun Hideo]

"Spoil the evening, Amaya-san?" Hideo shook his head "you have done little to spoil this evening. Rather, your delightful company has made this very enjoyable, I am very pleased to have spent this evening sampling new foods and consuming a Crabs worth of sake with you. I will answer your question though."

He nodded.

"Those traits are what I would wish for in a wife, if it was to be of my choosing. I am certain that others will also see these traits in you. Perhaps they already have, and have marked you as an ideal wife for them."

He raised his cup, and smiled at the girl.

"Shall we consume some more?"

[Ide Amaya]

Later she would think back on the comment. Later she would begin to tally up her experiences. Later it might even matter. But for now there was Hideo's eyes and that sake and, if she felt a little lightheaded, she was just as willing to blame it on the handsome Imperial as she would on the drink.

"Indeed, drink, and then tell me about the libraries you have seen."

[Seppun Hideo]

Hideo nodded, his eyes not leaving hers as he downed the cup without much reaction anymore. The alcoholic content of the bottle had certainly had its way with him now.

He put the cup down, perhaps a little harder than intended, but with how much they'd consumed now it wouldn't likely matter.

"I can tell you about only one, the great Imperial libraries. Perhaps greatest in the empire, maintained by the Seppun. Every important document, proclamations, edicts, missives...everything that an Important samurai, or even the Emperor, has stated. It is stored there. Walls upon walls of documents, as far as the eye can see. Very few are allowed to venture deeply within the libraries. Almost none except the Imperial families can freely access it."

(D2 LE sake - not even sure why we're rolling anymore but why not...: 3d10o10k3 19. Drunk is as drunk gets)

[Ide Amaya]

She held his gaze, with no understanding of tolerance or stamina for the stuff, she simply followed his lead. She'd likely pay for it in the morning. She did better with this cup, still two swallows, but no pause between. Very deliberately, she placed the cup on the table.

"It sounds incredible," her eyes seemed a little glassy now. "Books and scrolls don't travel well, and all that remains of the Unicorn history is the stories passed down from mouth to mouth through the generations, and the songs that were made. Imagine how much was lost to sand and wind and--" she shudders, an unpleasant memory passing across her face "--and shadow."

Her eyelids begin to droop and, as she sighs deeply, there is a peacefulness, a contentment about her.


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Raw Stamina versus Sake - Severely Intoxicated