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« on: November 02, 2015, 06:20:13 AM »
APRIL, 29--, RAINY, FEI-REN
     It had been raining non-stop for nearly a week now! At least, it felt like it. It pounded on the tile roof of the Monastery. April Showers Bring May Flowers.  That was the rhyme wasn't it? Not that Wei cared. He was fifteen, and doing normal fifteen year old duties were that mattered rain or shine. The chores are what had to be done, and helping Brother Chen-Lin and his twin Brother Chang-Liu with the horses of travelers who came to stay in the Monastery, and then helping Brother Fa-Dong put away the wooden dummies that were used for practice on days that weren't raining... it was all too much for him to handle! So, when he thought he could catch a few minutes of sleep hiding out in a dark corner somewhere near one of the two bell towers, he was greatly mistaken. 
 
     "Brother Wei-Tao," a voice broke into his doze, "This is no time for sleeping!" A stick came heavily down upon his head, and he cried out, fumbling to the side. Master Xing stared down at him, white eyebrows raised, and a slight frown on his face. Resting on his shoulder was the thin piece of bamboo the Master had used to strike the boy. Wei rose from the floor and bowed to his master. "I'm sorry, Master Xing." He apologized, staring at his master's feet. "Do you not get enough sleep, Brother Wei?" Master Xing sounded, and looked, concerned. 
 
     No he had been sleeping well enough. The others hadn't been keeping in up with their night practices, in fact he had been sleeping like a rock for the past week. The weather had been warm enough, which meant he could sleep better in general... but the sky had been cloudy for a week, and with nothing to keep him up charting stars, what was there to do other than sleep? "Yes, Master Xing. I have been sleeping well enough." Wei looked at his master, who smiled warmly at him. "Good, good. I would be sad if you had no been sleeping well.
 
     Wei dared not smile back, but he was afraid that it would lead to something else. That fear was useless. "Well, since you have been sleeping so well," Master Xing began walking back towards the double doors that lead to the main hallway, "You can help one of our new arrivals with her chores. You are experienced, and you can teach her what to clean, and what not to touch..." Master Xing talked on, and Wei walked behind him a couple of steps, but keeping pace with his master so he could hear him. 
 
     He would helping the refugee, Fei-Ren. In the Relics room. He was handed the feather duster, the mop and the broom, and a bucket filled with soapy water. 
 
     As always he was amazed by the jars, the weapons and the paintings that were displayed all around the room. Many were created by the people who had helped build the monasteries for what they were, the weapons were made by masters, and used by masters of that weapon. The one thing that had always held his imagination, was the painting that hung on one of the walls. A simply painted Peacock (or the middle earth equivalent). But, he had to drag his attention way to find Fei-Ren... 
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Re: Relics
« Reply #1 on: November 03, 2015, 03:39:18 AM »
It was... different, getting used to this new life. Fei-Ren was still hopeful that her mother would come back, that she would be with her father and they could find a new home to live in. But so far, she hadn't returned for her, there was no word that anyone had seen her or heard from her. They weren't very literate, so writing letters wasn't an easy task but she could have at least hoped that her mother would find a way to get to her, to let her know she was safe and would soon come back for her. There was nothing... And the little girl often just stayed on her own in the Monastery, mainly hiding away and saying few, if any, words to the monks. She wasn't trying to be ungrateful, but this wasn't what she wanted... She wanted her mom, she wanted to see the villagers in her village again, to run around her families fields... to wake up from this nightmare. She just didn't want to be here anymore, she wanted to be home...

Though, as the time had gone along, she had met a boy in the Monastery, older than her but he was one of the only other people around that was close to her age. She didn't exactly trust him yet, though she did open up a little more than she had with the monks. Fei still said few words to him, and was a little shy of him but in due time, she may be able to actually open up to him and completely trust him. But for now, having settled in a little more with the monks, she was put on chore duties and had to clean up if she was going to stay. It wasn't as if she was forced to do this, but Fei-Ren understood well that these monks were taking her in and putting a roof over her head. The least she could do for them is the chores that they saw fit for her and doing as she was told to do. They had been patient with her, had waited for her to get comfortable enough and not forcing her to do anything. Fei was grateful for that and she would do what she could in order to show that, even if she was still shy, distant and quiet towards them.

Today, Fei-Ren had been sitting outside, under cover as to not get wet as she was watching the rain fall. Rain was something she always enjoyed, and she hadn't been told her chores yet so she decided to hide away here, looking out into the dark skies and the calming rain.Though, eventually, she was found by one of the monks and told that Master Xing wanted her to find Wei-Tao, the boy, and start off dusting, sweeping and mopping. She gave a silent nod before going off and quickly moving to find Wei-Tao and get to doing the chores that had been chosen for her. Her tools for the day, the mop, broom and duster, were awaiting her where they were to first start cleaning up. She wouldn't have been able to carry all that, being as small as she was so generally she wouldn't be forced to. Plus, if they did give her so many things to carry, there was bound to be an accident; she hadn't been trained by the monks yet.

Moving along, she looked for Wei-Tao, big wondrous eyes examining all the neat things around her within the Monastery. They had so many artifacts and relics within here, she couldn't help her curiosity and at times would even pick up things she probably shouldn't be. Though, as she was examining something, she got distracted by the very teen she was looking for; Wei-Tao. She quickly ran up to him, trying to be careful with the things around her but she did nearly bump into somethings. "Wei-Tao!" Her meek voice called out, stopping before him as those big, dark eyes glanced back behind her to ensure she didn't break anything before the stared up at the boy before him. "I was informed that I was to find you, for the chores..." She murmured as she fiddled a little with her fingers. She still got nervous from time to time being around the others, even the Wei-Tao. There was still much that she had to get used to in this new life.

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Re: Relics
« Reply #2 on: November 03, 2015, 06:11:19 AM »

      The door opened, and a small shadow fell across the floor. He barely recognized at as Fei-Ren's, but the little girl - only five years younger than himself - came bouncing into the room. Some of the relics on the more unstable shelves, and columns with precious vases. "Wei-Tao!" Her voice echoed in the hall, and he leaned on his mop as she ran up to him. "I was informed that I was to find you, for chores..." She trailed off. She wasn't, or hadn't, still was... 
 
     It had been dark when the girl's mother came and left her with the monks. He had been sleeping, but the girl had been left with as much as the clothes on her back. Whatever had happened, the Monks made it no concern of their's, tucked away in a mountain, surrounded by hills, in their own little world, not overly concerned with the doing on the outside. At least, not this particular monastery. They were strategically placed... it seemed to Wei... to be for travelers only. No room elsewhere, you stayed with the Monks, that sort of thing. 
 
     But that wasn't what he wanted to talk about. She looked at him, her eyes as round, and big as a little girl's should be. He couldn't help but smile down at her, his heart filled with warmth and compassion. The monks were like the family he never had, and the only family he knew, but Fei-Ren had found an unlikely friend in him. No doubt, though, that it was because she was close to his own age, but there was also the fact that he was the only one his age in the entire monastery. 
 
     "Fei-Ren!" He greeted with a warm smile, "I was told I was meeting you for chores." He chuckled lightly, "It seems we have both been..." He tried thinking of the right word, but it didn't come. Either way, she probably understood. Unlike most of the kids that came through with their family, she was a little more - well a lot more - intelligent than the others. "Have you been in this room before?" He asked, handing her the feather duster, "It's one of my favorites. That painting over there, the one with the peacock... that's my favorite painting in the whole room, if not the entire monastery.
 
     He looked at Fei-Ren before he took up the broom and started sweeping the floor carefully. "Some of these are really old, you know. So be careful when you dust them!" He was silent for a few minutes while he swept dust from the floor. "So... has there been... have the Monks taught you anything?" His question was going to be different, but since it didn't seem like the girl's parents were going to come back.. there was no reason to bring it up. The monks would have probably tried to teach her something that would help her in the future. Usually when you were dropped off, you stayed. And if you sought refuge, you were there for life... it seemed...   
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Re: Relics
« Reply #3 on: January 19, 2017, 03:57:18 AM »
Fei-Ren's big, chocolate like hues had roved over the things within the hall they were to clean, especially when she was asked if she's ever visited this room. Those round hues looked towards Wei-Tao now, giving a shake of her head to answer his question. No, she had never been allowed in here before and probably for good reasoning; there was priceless relics and old things that looked breakable. Fei-Ren was intelligent for her age, but that didn't mean she was far from being curious nor that there wasn't the chance she'd get reckless and accidentally break something. It was likely that that was why Wei-Tao was asked to help her with cleaning.

He had mentioned something about a painting of a peacock, wide eyes looking up towards the painting now as they held childish wander within them. The painting was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. Birds were pretty creatures, even she has never seen a peacock herself nor many wild life aside from what was around her village. "I haven't seen many paintings..." She spoke up once more, looking towards the boy again. She hadn't really explored too much since she was mainly outside or waiting for her parents to come for her. With time passing and that seeming less possible, she was becoming more mopey and those eyes of hers were filled with sadness more often than not.

With the feather duster now in her hands, she moved to finally start helping to clean up the relics. She was careful as she dusted them off, knowing that she would get in trouble if anything were to happen to them. Fei also didn't want to risk accidentally getting Wei-Tao into any sort of trouble. The last thing she wanted was for him to be blamed for something that was out of his hands and not his fault.

All she could do when told to be careful was give a nod, understanding that some of the relics were fragile.

Next, the young girl was asked if she had been taught anything yet. Lessons weren't necessarily something they've delved into yet and they were short, as the girl was stubborn and kept to saying her parents would come for her. But the monks insisted she learned something, even if she weren't to be staying here long. "They're teaching me to read and write for now..." She was illiterate, her family not having known how to read nor write as well but they taught her what thy could. "They say it's a good thing to know, even if I won't be staying..." If... It was a big 'if' at this point too, since there was no sign of her parents. The more time that past, the more it looked like she was staying here for good. The monks likely knew that by now, they were far smarter and wiser.

"What... do they teach you?" Her gaze glanced up from her work now, curious as to what other things she may be taught while staying here. She also wanted to get her mind off of the emptiness of not having her parents with her and the sadness of them likely not returning for her.

(First post after getting away from writer's block, wooh! Hope this is alright though, let me know if I need to add or change anything, darling. :) )

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Re: Relics
« Reply #4 on: July 05, 2017, 04:11:46 AM »

      As he cleaned, Ning listened to Ren speak, but mostly listened to her clean. She hadn’t seen many paintings. It made the young boy wonder if there was any art in the outside world. They weren’t allowed outside the monastery except on special occasions; a monk had to take you through the gate, and even then they only went when they needed to go. It annoyed Ning, he wanted to see more than the monks, and his room. He wanted to see the world! He needed to. When he came to his favorite painting he stopped what he was doing and just stared. The vibrant greens and blues stood out so well that he would remember them much later in life.

They’re teaching me to read and write right now…” Ren answered. Ning nodded. Reading, and writing were important! His favorite was the reading part, he didn’t have to much, and his hand didn’t cramp when he turned the page; unlike writing, where his hand cramped from trying to get the characters right, “- even if I won’t be staying…” Not stay? Ning turned around to look at the little girl. She was still so small! How could they turn her out of the monastery! Ning would ask Master Xing later about it. Normally, if someone came, they were there for life unless they were exiled, or something. The Monks didn’t tolerate disobedience, and sometimes it could be harsh, but Ren hadn’t done anything wrong that he knew of!

What … do they teach you?” She asked him. It was Ning’s turn to answer, Ren’s current mood completely escaping him. A smile came to his face, but he didn’t forget that later he would speak with Master Xing. Ning took up his broom again and started to sweep the floor; a little pile of dust was starting to accumulate. “They teach me lots of things! Like, reading, and writing! But, they also teach us how to respect nature, and be thankful for the food we have to eat.” Ning knew that is what Master Xing would want him to say, but he swept closer to Ren and whispered so  that if anyone was over hearing, they couldn’t hear, “But my favorite part is in the middle of the day, where they teach you how to fight! Soon I will know how to fly through the air, Master Xing is a good teacher. One day I hope to be like him. But, don’t tell him that.
 
Ning’s grin grew wider as an idea sparked in his mind. “Maybe you don’t have to leave!” At the time it didn’t even occur to him that maybe she wasn’t going to leave, but he liked her! As a friend of course, and never having a sister before, he sort of wanted to keep her around. Someone to tell secrets to, that sort of thing. His other friends, of course, would understand. “Maybe… maybe… if I help you with some things like writing or reading… you know, help you get better! You can stay here!” Ning wasn’t aware that Ren could have been missing her parents. In fact, parents didn’t even come into the equation. Having not known his at all, and the monastery being all that he knew, this was all his mind could come up with. Anything to help her stay here. “Unless... ” He said, worry creasing his brow, “Unless you would rather…” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.
 
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Re: Relics
« Reply #5 on: July 05, 2017, 09:37:47 AM »
It never occurred to Fei-Ren that not everyone knew of her family, that only the monks did since they were the ones her mother turned her in to. She didn't think of what she might mean to the people here either, since all she's really been worrying about is seeing her family again. Ren didn't yet realize that she had a family here, and that these people were people she'd come to deeply care for. But then again, she wasn't used to being apart from her parents, and children her age still needed them around for more than protection or teachings. There was a certain comfort they could give, that mostly only a mother could ever truly give and offer. It was going to be hard growing up without her parents and she felt completely lost and broken.

Though she kept her mind distracted when Ning spoke up, her gaze fully on him as she was also being careful not to break anything while she was there. Fei-Ren lowered the feather duster a bit, giving him a rather curious, a little bit confused look on her features. She didn't know much about how monks lived though, being from a farming village, she did understand that food was very valuable. But he had leaned in now, keeping his voice low as he explained fighting to her and how he was going to learn how to fly through the air. That sounds like it would be such a blast! Flying through the air! Her expression turned up a little as her lips ever so slightly curved up into a smile. "Master Xing can fly through the air?" She asked in her small, curious voice as she had moved back to dusting.

Ren had only stopped again after Ning had mentioned her not leaving, eyes moving to stare up at him as her expression was a little bit curious and caught off guard. But... her parents... If they really did come back to get her, she couldn't stay here. They'd either go back to the village or they'd go find a new home... She wasn't sure what happened to her village, all she could remember were the big, scary fires... the heat on her back and how ash flew all around them. It was the scariest time of her life and it wasn't anything she liked to think of, either. Especially since her mom was planning on going back there, even if she wasn't going to make it and her promise to come back for her little girl would be broken. "But..." She finally spoke before being further distracted as he talked about helping her with her teachings, which made her look up with the slightest of surprise in those round, dark hues.

She watched as his brow creased, eyes roaming over his expression as he spoke. The young girl stayed quiet for a second as she processed through all her thoughts, trying to figure out what she wanted to do. "Maybe... If I do stay... It does sound nice to have some help with my teachings..." She finally spoke up, the slow realization of her staying here still slowly sinking into her. "Reading is hard... Writing even harder..." As she spoke up again, she slowly went back to dusting, her eyes on the relics as she was still in awe by them. "And learning to fly through the air sounds like a lot of fun. It would be really neat to learn to fight." It had been her turn to keep her voice down as those bright eyes looked up to Ning, smiling at him. "With you here... It does sound like a lot of fun to stay... I don't think I would mind it as much."

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Re: Relics
« Reply #6 on: July 12, 2017, 05:18:18 AM »
Master Xing could indeed fly through the air! Ning had seen it himself when he watched some of the other students train. Of course he had seen it through the hole in the wall - that had since been plugged up - but he had seen it! He knew it was Master Xing! It had to be. No one else trained with any of the teenage students and also worked with the younger ones. Xing was a tough man to please, if Fei-Ren were to stay, she would be taught by Master Xing, and of course Wei-Tao would help her as much as possible while improving himself as well. Yes, little Wei could see the future almost clearly. Except for the part he didn’t plan for, but that was many years away. Right now he was in the relics room with Ren who was doing most of the cleaning. Wei quickly resumed his sweeping, and his talking as well, “Oh yes, Master Xing can fly through the air!” He swept up a new pile to join his old pile.

Ning glanced toward the windows, they were streaked with rain, and he could hear the gentle pitter-patter of droplets as the two cleaned the room. The gentle sound of the feather duster whisping dust away from vases and their stands, the gentle sweep of the broom. Things had gone quiet for a bit; this was because he assumed that Fei was thinking things through, and hoped they would be for the best. Her answer came, and listened - patiently; which was something the Masters had been trying to get him to do. “Maybe if I do stay… it does sound nice to have some help with my teachings… Reading is hard... writing is even harder… And learning to fly through the air sounds like a lot of fun. It would be really neat to learn to fight. With you here … it does out like a lot of fun to stay… I don’t think I would mind it as much.

It made his heart fill with joy to hear her say that! At least he would have a friend he could trust and talk to! Unlike in the coming years where he would face things he could never have imagined. “That’s wonderful! I’m so glad! I will be the best teacher I can be!” He promised, “I will teach you everything I know, and I will never leave you behind.” He didn’t realize the weight of his words, and it wouldn’t be until much, much later in life that he did. For now, they were just children in a room filled with relics. “We can start as soon as we are finished with this room.” He suggested, sweeping the dust into the little pan. The relics room wasn’t so big, all he had to do was mop it next, and they would be done. Unless Master Xing came by to check on their progress; in which case they may have to postpone everything for other chores. Hopefully the old man wouldn’t put them on kitchen duty!
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