Another woman appeared, this time from behind the stall, her eyes deftly taking in the situation at hand before giving orders to the young man who'd been working the front. A brilliant bit of marketing if one took the time to consider the nature of today's festival. Enomi couldn't help but look...
Enomi nodded at the young woman's description of the jade vine. "More blue." She dumped the mixture in the stone into a small bucket before wiping out the stone with a ink stained cloth and started the process over again. The other mix having been too green to go back toward blue at that point...
For the great festivals, her family always came into the city. Which meant she had to abandon her post at the shop and participate appropriately. She would much rather be sitting at the festival stall that had been set up selling the various calligraphy pieces meant to be hung in the temples or...
"It's no disruption at all." She said smiling as the woman opened an embroidered pouch, pulling a crystal inkwell from the bag to set on the counter. The color of the bottle smeared across the top. The light reflected against the material, showing the green tones. Enomi reached out to take the...
Enomi felt her heart race as the other woman's fingers brushed against her's. Though she was skilled at keeping her face calm, the politics of Aetochi made it important to be able to shield ones emotions. Everything could be exploited among the Intendent families.
A gentle smile graced the...
The tinkling of the bell caught Enomi's attention from the backroom where she'd been grinding various materials for pigments for the inks that were on order. Everything had to be ground finally in order to mix and dissolve into various solvents used to create the ink. Different pigments went...
A gasp sounded, as Enomi begged forgiveness, then the loud clatter as an armful of books fell to the floor scattering across the wooden floor of the shop. Some sliding a bit away, others falling upside-down with pages open. The calligrapher hoped that none of the pages had been bent accidently...
Enomi moved through the shop, dressed in a deep blue kimono with golden embroidery and a golden leaf pattern. Hair piled on her head and pinned with two silver hair sticks with matching leaves dangling from the end. Something that in Sonshan would have been casual and simple, not drawing any...
Notebooks with blank pages, some decorated with various words of blessings on the front, others with stylized drawings of the Raakgui from the Intendent Houses. A variety of options meant to entice someone into buying. Stacks of paper of various qualities and sizes. Quills and brushes from...
The whisper of the brush against paper was almost loud in the silent office space where Enomi worked. The young calligrapher worked with a steady hand. The ink spreading every so lightly across the high quality paper, it's thickness and the weave of the fibers helping to prevent further blur...
Born the youngest daughter to the current Intendant of Hemoshi. She was raised like the other daughters in preparation to take the seat of Intendant. While it was unlikely she would ever end up with the responsibility, the political realm of Aetochi was always in flux and one could never be sure...
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