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Author Topic: Relics  (Read 485 times)

Wei-Tao Ning

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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... 
« Last Edit: November 02, 2015, 06:21:06 AM by Wei-Tao Ning »
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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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