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[August 10, 2008][Suikoden III] Tradition
Title: Tradition
Day/Theme: Aug. 10, 2008 "Funeral season"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Lemente Ippoki, Sasarai, Lena
Rating: PG
Our fortunes were changed by the wars, mainly because the demand shifted. Who wanted our luxurious blues and purples that we had spent generations perfecting, when all everyone needed was funeral black?
Of course, our family- the Ippoki- didn't need that drab dress of shadows. With official sanction from the Counsel our sons stayed home to ply the family trade. This advantage kept us above our competitors the Flassens and the commercial mercenaries the Arinagosa. Since our house was established with the blessing of Counselor Sasshalai we had ridden a wave of success as the official makers and dyers (and occasionally tailors) of fabric for government uniforms and banners. What had once been a small operation was now an expansive project- I could count on my hand the number of family members I knew who were not involved in the cloth business. Even Aunt Ati continued the work on a smaller scale since her marriage into the La'Celif family (prestigious due to their close links to the Northern Mercades).
It was sometime before what came to be known as the Higheast Revolt ended that Bishop Sasarai and the captain of the Temple guards came to visit. The bishop was there to pick up a familiar order- several bolts of cloth for new robes and uniforms. He was the odd man out among the Counsel members in his refusal to don the black robes for the designated week following the end of a conflict. He didn't think it helped the dead in any way or made their families feel any better.
Lena was there to assist him in moving the goods. Of course, we managed to tempt her into picking up some things for her niece while she was there. Lena was always an easy mark when her family was involved. Sasarai was just as easy. They left with more than they had meant to buy, as usual.
"They don't hound him for it," my sister observed upon their departure. Sasarai was brilliant as ever in his deep blue robes.
"It might not be worth the trouble," I shrugged it off, "Or they don't really care. Not everyone's so intent on tradition after all."
The mention of tradition made her smile of course. We Ippoki lived and breathed tradition. The only ones likely to outdo us in that category were the Mercades. Most old houses were set in their old ways. And tradition, after all, was comforting.
Day/Theme: Aug. 10, 2008 "Funeral season"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Lemente Ippoki, Sasarai, Lena
Rating: PG
Our fortunes were changed by the wars, mainly because the demand shifted. Who wanted our luxurious blues and purples that we had spent generations perfecting, when all everyone needed was funeral black?
Of course, our family- the Ippoki- didn't need that drab dress of shadows. With official sanction from the Counsel our sons stayed home to ply the family trade. This advantage kept us above our competitors the Flassens and the commercial mercenaries the Arinagosa. Since our house was established with the blessing of Counselor Sasshalai we had ridden a wave of success as the official makers and dyers (and occasionally tailors) of fabric for government uniforms and banners. What had once been a small operation was now an expansive project- I could count on my hand the number of family members I knew who were not involved in the cloth business. Even Aunt Ati continued the work on a smaller scale since her marriage into the La'Celif family (prestigious due to their close links to the Northern Mercades).
It was sometime before what came to be known as the Higheast Revolt ended that Bishop Sasarai and the captain of the Temple guards came to visit. The bishop was there to pick up a familiar order- several bolts of cloth for new robes and uniforms. He was the odd man out among the Counsel members in his refusal to don the black robes for the designated week following the end of a conflict. He didn't think it helped the dead in any way or made their families feel any better.
Lena was there to assist him in moving the goods. Of course, we managed to tempt her into picking up some things for her niece while she was there. Lena was always an easy mark when her family was involved. Sasarai was just as easy. They left with more than they had meant to buy, as usual.
"They don't hound him for it," my sister observed upon their departure. Sasarai was brilliant as ever in his deep blue robes.
"It might not be worth the trouble," I shrugged it off, "Or they don't really care. Not everyone's so intent on tradition after all."
The mention of tradition made her smile of course. We Ippoki lived and breathed tradition. The only ones likely to outdo us in that category were the Mercades. Most old houses were set in their old ways. And tradition, after all, was comforting.