Thread: Kaminoyama {Zella and Alan23}

Empress Momoko Aizawa She wasn't paying attention, so much so in fact that it took one of her handmaidens to point towards the announcement on the large screen. Halting their conversation, Momoko paid attention once more. Her hands, which had been moisturized and seen to now sat in her lap. It was likely that Momoko had been informed of this, earlier in the day. However she was told such a great many things each day that her poor memory often failed to retain all of it. One handmaiden asked Momoko if she was aware of the ceremony, another followed suit to comment that Momoko was keeping a rather late hour for such an event. Lying, Momoko assured them all that she was well aware of what was happening that next day. It put a quick end to her night, the 'snacks' she was enjoying were quickly cleaned up and Momoko was escorted to her room, where the girls helped her to undress and get read for slumber. The next morning she awoke even before the light did. It took longer to prepare this time, her Kimono was much more elegant and much more intricate then usual. It was a brilliant blue, which was regarded to be the Empress's favorite color, rightfully so as Momoko adored the blue of water and the blue of the sky. Decorated with golden stitching in the design of a great many flowers in shimmering golden bunches. Her hair was held up by a series of clips and sticks and a great many ribbons, weaved in and out of her shimmering ink colored hair. Her make up was traditional, not the same she wore to her usual daily events however it was expertly done and very beautiful. Her face paled and her lips painted a deep red. After getting ready she was rushed past breakfast and off to assure that the ceremony was in a fine state and ready to go. It left Momoko wondering if anyone else had even noticed that she had not eaten, at one point she spoke up about it, though it was quickly pointed out to her that she did not have time for such a thing. Another pointing out that she could do without the meal In much more diplomatic words. and that she did not want to 'get fat now, did she?' to which she agreed she did not and let the forgotten meal pass. She was walked around the front of the palace, looking over the ceremony. It was decorated, though not ridiculously so, mostly it held the gentle nod to the great soldiers of their country that had always been offered. Rarely boastful, but appreciative and understanding that sometimes a celebration need happen. Approving of it all and spending some time to wave to the gathering masses. Momoko was eventually lead up to where she would be Accepting Cavalryman Zumozo. The wait was not long. Kioto was small enough and brilliant enough to run somewhat smoothly and on time. Still Momoko stood in front of the gathering crowed and waited for what felt to her, hours. Finally though an escorted car began its approach towards the palace and those in the audience who had straggled away and in the way where herded back and away to allow for them to come through. In front of the palace the car pulled up and once Zumozo stepped out tasteful music, not too cheerful but not too somber, began to play. Momoko accepted him with a sweet smile and a well executed bow from her dainty waist. She stood close to him, though touching was of course very minimal. Making a speech that both congratulated him and spoke of his good deeds. It was likely unknown to the crowed watching, however Zumozo himself might notice, she occasionally said a name wrong, of other men he had served with, mispronouncing or mixing names up. She had only caught up on this all this morning and during her being herded from place to place had made up a speech, naturally, the holes showed. Once her peace was said though, she presented Zumozo with a medal and the crowed roared with approval. While this was happening, Momoko leaned in a little and said above the noise, her own private congratulations to Zumozo, though it was only a small and quick. Thank you very much for your services.