Thread: Kaminoyama {Zella and Alan23}

Empress Momoko Aizawa Momoko watched him, waiting for his answer, he seemed to struggle some with what to say but she continued to assume that, that was due to some kind of nervousness. She could not help but wonder how a soldier, someone who could go out onto the battlefield, someone who could fight to keep out all and anything that threatened the city, could possibly by nervous by some tea with her. Finally he answered and Momoko smiled, delighted by his answer. She too enjoyed beautiful pictures, both old and new. Poetry as well. He offered two artists then and the First she knew of, of course. However the second was somewhat unknown to her. She could not help but wonder why. Perhaps it was because she had only ever read the poems of Ranika that the priests and priestesses agreed were respectable enough for the eyes of the Empress. The overall 'love for young breasts' was unknown by the Empress, but known by the church and so not much of his work made it into the Empress's hands at all. He quickly added though that he was talking about Ranika Ziano and together those names conjured memory in her. She jolted and as such her Kimono shuddered a little and parted until he would see just the beginning of the crease that was her underbreast. It also made one of her combs wriggle free, just a little. Oh yes, yes! she said. I know Ranika Ziano, He wrote 'Ode to the fan!' It was nice to have something in common with him. She did not know why it felt so nice but it did. weather it be happily or sadly, weather it be a gift to Zumozo from the gods, this sweet little bit of perversion of a woman whos true relation to him only he knew. Or a curse, a lure for him, a trap. Whatever it was as the Empress sat there, cheeks still a little red her Kimono betrayed her all the more and her comb was a deserter, threatening more with every moment to abandon her hair all together. So Zumozo mentioned hoverball and was a fool for it because once more the Empress gasped with excitement, letting her rapt attention on him be displayed, something woman were often only meant to do with suitors, or husbands or men they desired but of course it was not always that easy to control. Momoko was an excitable woman behind closed doors, she enjoyed to talk and share things. However her excitement only caused that little flash of under breast he could see to jiggle alluringly. Oh so do I. she said. Hirose Ieshige Is my most appreciated player. Even though he is retired now. When I was younger, The late Emperor was awarding Hirose Ieshige for his long time in the sport... I think it was thirty years. I was so excited I begged my father to let me meet him after he was done and he allowed me to do so. she smiled at the memory. Her father had been a good man, at least for the most part. However his gentleness and willingness and love for Momoko had likely made her the weak and sheltered little thing she was. He listed more sports and Momoko nodded along, commenting on them but letting him talk for the most part, which was likely a great stress on him, carrying the conversation whilst she looked at him with a look that seemed... close to adoration... though why? She did not know... he was just a gleaming gem of... 'coolness' too much for a young woman like her not to be drawn to. But was it more then that? Only he would know that, Momoko certainly did not. In her story telling, Momoko had not noticed the very silent and very subtle exchange between Zumozo and Ling-We Momoko did however notice that Zumozo had become quiet once more and suddenly unwilling to let their conversation fall to waste, Momoko shifted, clearing her throat and parting her lips to say something. However she never got that far, shifting had made the comb topple from her hair and hit the table with a clack. Instead of talking, Momoko just remained, still, mouth agape like a shocked fish. She blinked at Zumozo, a look of horror on her face. To have her comb fall out like that... right here... after having to be fixed up by Ling-We, was humiliating. For a moment the bottom rims of the Empress Momoko's eyes appeared wet, as if she might cry. Suddenly she stood up which would of given Zumozo one last grand peak at the curvature of her own young breasts. E...Excuse me... she breathed, bowing her head to him before she rushed off, out through the open doors and onto the balcony. Ling-We followed her and quickly moved to fix her hair as best she could. Momoko allowed it but brushed her handmaiden away then, flustered ashamed. She gripped the rails of the balcony. Everyone in the room, Guards, Zumozo and Ling-We alike were all shocked and completely unsure what to do. In fact, if Zumozo ventured out after her, he would not even be stopped, or chaperoned, of course though if he did he and the Empress would still be very much visible to everyone in the room.