Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 23, 2007 22:17:30 GMT -5
With a frustrated sigh I looked around, wincing slightly at the sight of unpacked boxes scattered around my quarters. Elua, but it'll take til this time next year before everything was finally organized. It might help if I took the servents offer to unpack for me, but they were all so busy themselves, the few I had brought with me aquainting themselves with the ones preestablished here, and those unused to having anyone actually living here. Still, it was nice not to move into a musty old house, and the feel of home was in the air. I took comfort in it.
Hefting a box from one corner and to my desk, I opened it and began sifting through, unpacking papers and ledgers, things of little import that I couldn't bear to part with. A second box showed me someone had stuffed something in the top of it; a dun horse and a yellow-haired woman riding atop of it on a green expanse of field. My name was scribbled at the top, and Triunnes at the bottom, causing my eyes to well up with unexpected tears. I missed the estates already, and I hadn't even been here a week yet.
With a small sigh, I let the paper fall to my desk and moved to stare out the window, watching the streets of the City bustle with action. This was home now, and I needed to adjust. I did when I was eight, again when I was eighteen, and I would now - life moved on. A small stand holding a glass of brandy stood next to me, and I drank all that was in the glass. Life moved on, and I would not let it pass without me.
My head held high once more, I turned to begin unpacking anew, a purpose in me that was lacking before.
Hefting a box from one corner and to my desk, I opened it and began sifting through, unpacking papers and ledgers, things of little import that I couldn't bear to part with. A second box showed me someone had stuffed something in the top of it; a dun horse and a yellow-haired woman riding atop of it on a green expanse of field. My name was scribbled at the top, and Triunnes at the bottom, causing my eyes to well up with unexpected tears. I missed the estates already, and I hadn't even been here a week yet.
With a small sigh, I let the paper fall to my desk and moved to stare out the window, watching the streets of the City bustle with action. This was home now, and I needed to adjust. I did when I was eight, again when I was eighteen, and I would now - life moved on. A small stand holding a glass of brandy stood next to me, and I drank all that was in the glass. Life moved on, and I would not let it pass without me.
My head held high once more, I turned to begin unpacking anew, a purpose in me that was lacking before.