I am a Geisha an upholder of art, the gate way to our ancient culture
I am more than just an entertainer, my story and life paved in stone
Behind this painted mask of porcelain
" it is not for a geisha to feel "
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Spring had arrived, by the first fall of the pink cherry blossoms and the cries of new born fauna, winter had shed its last shower of fresh white snow before disappearing as fast as it came, deep within the castle past the golden gates, rows of entertainers entered the palace decorated with silks of serene blue and pink
Kiyoshi carefully checked every Maiko and Geisha who prepped, The geiko had arrived in the palace with her sisters long before the others, dressed in a white and gold kimono, with only the faintest of cerulean and crimson her long sleeves decorated with feathers
Kiyoshi would entertain the Emperor and his esteemed guest as the final portion of the spring festival in a performance they called the white crane, it had taken her several months to prepare the dance and reaching the epitome of perfection was her goal. Hundreds of entertainers arrived from all over Musutafu and Kiyoshi was determined to outshine them all, she could not afford to have the emperor lose faith in not only her but the many Maiko who wished for a better life
Kiyoshi was as warm as the first breath of spring, her thick long tresses of pink hair as that of the sakura which bloomed in the trees, her eyes mimicking the gentle pale blue streams and rivers which ran through the earth, her dark honey skin was devoid of paint, her full lips stained red
As she walked, she turned the heads of the many entertainers which stared at her with awe and envy, the slight chime of bells emanating from her stunning silhouette creating a bubble of tranquility, she truly was a spectacle, from the intricate feather headpiece to the tall black geta she wore
To many Kiyoshi was not a descendant of their land but her mother constantly assured her that her clan settled in the region long before, her eyes were cut sharp like that of a feline despite her fuller features which she inherited from her mother who's skin tone was only a shade darker mimicking that of the earth, over time the Hirai clan mixed with those outside of their family, the geiko saw the differences she shared with her half sisters and cousins. However because of these exotic features she was seen as a jewel by many a treasure unable to be touched
Often coveted by even the richest of lords
golden illustrated feathers decorated her skin, cerulean marking her eyelids, allowing her to resemble that of a bird. The first spring was a new beginning for them all, wether it was the celebration of a family or a blooming relationship with the one you held dear, Kiyoshi was determined to make this an unforgettable event, one which they would remember for the rest of their lives
Temari gazed at her daughter tenderly, a soft smile on her features, before moving her hands away from Kiyoshi's face seemingly proud of her work. "You look absolutely radiant Kiyoshi" she whispered
