[Her day truly begins after freshening up, cleaning up her bedroom, and then setting up a small magus workshop of sorts at her table (just getting out materials, textbooks, and manuscripts.) With the materials she does have, she goes about creating a Bounded Field around the house. Ai Thao has a pleasant sense of accomplishment when she's finished adding the extra, but necessary protection.
After that and saying goodbye to her new Servant, she locks up the house and heads out to town. She wasn't able to get a good look of it during the day since she was sleeping through most of yesterday. Ai Thao is able to go past the foreigner's district and go through the Riverside Park, admiring the bridge and the cleanliness. Then she goes to Shinto. There's an off feeling about the area, but that's probably because the buildings looked so sterile compared to the Western and Eastern style residential neighborhood. She remembers that Lien lives in one of the apartment buildings, but with her hand clasped around her Spells, she moves on by. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe.
Her Japanese, while not perfect, was serviceable as she asked helpful locals about other places that she could visit in Fuyuki. With the advice and knowledge given to her she went to Mount Miyama with a certain destination in mind: the local bookshop.
The bookshop's primary function was to sell novels, some magazines, and textbooks, though it had a surprisingly sizable collection of books that weren't specifically Japanese topics. Western cookbooks, stories from authors outside of the country, and... Ah. Famous European legends, myths, and folklore. Ai Thao picks it up eagerly, delighted to find some familiar and enchanting tales (The Little Mermaid, The Red Shoes, Bluebeard...) and then found the second half that dealt with actual figures of history that were shrouded by mystery, legend, and heroism. She wanted to know more about Diarmuid, but that felt like it was a question she couldn't approach especially when she technically had authority on her side. And maybe looking into it this way was no less deceitful than trying to steadily know his life story from himself.
The Pursuit of Diarmuid and Gráinne.
Only in the 21st century would a Vietnamese magus be able to find an Irish legend in a bookstore on the small island of Japan. She starts reading the first paragraph, not quite sure why she felt such anticipation...
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It didn't take long for her to finish the story and go extra notes really; perhaps 20 minutes or less until one of the clerks politely asked if Ai Thao was going to make a purchase. She does, carrying the book in a bag. The tale she just finished left a strange taste in her mouth and she doesn't want to go back home so soon. The rest of the day felt as if she was drifting, lost in thought. She ate some lunch at a diner, explored Miyama Town some more, passed through Shinto, and bought some extra, if minimal groceries. She went back to the Riverside Park, to set down her things and to look at those pages again. The sun began to set and that was when she knew she had to get home. The book is hidden away in her bag again.
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Ai Thao makes it back on time, unlocking the front door and then heading to the kitchen. The groceries are placed on the table, but she immediately brings the book of tales into her room and hides it in her carry on as if it was a secret that needed to be crushed and smothered. She hadn't even announced her arrival yet, but it didn't appear as if she wanted to. Strange.
Instead, Ai Thao makes her way to the top of the house, sitting on the flat area of the roof, arms around her knees and staring at the setting sun.
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After that and saying goodbye to her new Servant, she locks up the house and heads out to town. She wasn't able to get a good look of it during the day since she was sleeping through most of yesterday. Ai Thao is able to go past the foreigner's district and go through the Riverside Park, admiring the bridge and the cleanliness. Then she goes to Shinto. There's an off feeling about the area, but that's probably because the buildings looked so sterile compared to the Western and Eastern style residential neighborhood. She remembers that Lien lives in one of the apartment buildings, but with her hand clasped around her Spells, she moves on by. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe.
Her Japanese, while not perfect, was serviceable as she asked helpful locals about other places that she could visit in Fuyuki. With the advice and knowledge given to her she went to Mount Miyama with a certain destination in mind: the local bookshop.
The bookshop's primary function was to sell novels, some magazines, and textbooks, though it had a surprisingly sizable collection of books that weren't specifically Japanese topics. Western cookbooks, stories from authors outside of the country, and... Ah. Famous European legends, myths, and folklore. Ai Thao picks it up eagerly, delighted to find some familiar and enchanting tales (The Little Mermaid, The Red Shoes, Bluebeard...) and then found the second half that dealt with actual figures of history that were shrouded by mystery, legend, and heroism. She wanted to know more about Diarmuid, but that felt like it was a question she couldn't approach especially when she technically had authority on her side. And maybe looking into it this way was no less deceitful than trying to steadily know his life story from himself.
The Pursuit of Diarmuid and Gráinne.
Only in the 21st century would a Vietnamese magus be able to find an Irish legend in a bookstore on the small island of Japan. She starts reading the first paragraph, not quite sure why she felt such anticipation...
It didn't take long for her to finish the story and go extra notes really; perhaps 20 minutes or less until one of the clerks politely asked if Ai Thao was going to make a purchase. She does, carrying the book in a bag. The tale she just finished left a strange taste in her mouth and she doesn't want to go back home so soon. The rest of the day felt as if she was drifting, lost in thought. She ate some lunch at a diner, explored Miyama Town some more, passed through Shinto, and bought some extra, if minimal groceries. She went back to the Riverside Park, to set down her things and to look at those pages again. The sun began to set and that was when she knew she had to get home. The book is hidden away in her bag again.
Ai Thao makes it back on time, unlocking the front door and then heading to the kitchen. The groceries are placed on the table, but she immediately brings the book of tales into her room and hides it in her carry on as if it was a secret that needed to be crushed and smothered. She hadn't even announced her arrival yet, but it didn't appear as if she wanted to. Strange.
Instead, Ai Thao makes her way to the top of the house, sitting on the flat area of the roof, arms around her knees and staring at the setting sun.
Honestly... What am I doing??]