Post by Adrienne Ambre de Rocaille (D) on May 16, 2007 21:37:39 GMT -5
**Three Hours before the Coronation**
My mother hadn't been much pleased with the gown I had bought in the clothier's district two days ago. If she were any other mother she probably would of made me return it and don house colors pale green and white. Instead she had just pursed her lips and smiled, but I could see she wasn't happy with the choice I had made.
The coronation was an important event, and we were representing Rocaille. I should of known better, but it really didn't make me like the dress any less and it looked beautiful on me, or so I liked to think. Nyx had said so too.
The preparation had taken the better part of the last two and a half hours. I had spent it getting washed and groomed by the hired servants. My skin had been scorched clean, oiled with the scent of jasmine and lily. My hair had been half pulled up in an elaborate coif, that looked as beautiful for as painful it had been to create. Carmine touched my lips, and my eyes were dashed with pale silver, my cheeks the color of a pale pink rose. My neck and ears were decorated with family heirlooms of sparkling diamonds and amethysts in silver and a gem of amethyst at the base of my neck. I looked like someone other than me. I felt like it too, I'd never been so formal in my life, not even for the midwinter festivals. I fingered the wide silver bracelet cuff at my wrist and looked down towards the bottom of the stairs.
My mother gazed back smiling her loving smile, she was truly what I was not, a breath of beauty no matter her age. Her dark hair and green eyes shining brightly. Beside her Justine stood. Both were in our house colors, and looking every bit a Rocaille as any painting I had ever seen in our family home.
I glided down the stairs towards them, trying to remember everything my mother and other teachers had taught me, including no few adepts from Elua itself, especially in the last two years. Finally beside them I felt out of place, and awkward, this was my life now I suddenly realized. I couldn't go back to being a carefree child after I finally met the queen to be.
I wondered where I was heading as I followed them out into the carriage. I casually glanced back to my new home in Elua as our carriage pulled away and led me ever closer to the palace and the woman I was meant to become.
My mother hadn't been much pleased with the gown I had bought in the clothier's district two days ago. If she were any other mother she probably would of made me return it and don house colors pale green and white. Instead she had just pursed her lips and smiled, but I could see she wasn't happy with the choice I had made.
The coronation was an important event, and we were representing Rocaille. I should of known better, but it really didn't make me like the dress any less and it looked beautiful on me, or so I liked to think. Nyx had said so too.
The preparation had taken the better part of the last two and a half hours. I had spent it getting washed and groomed by the hired servants. My skin had been scorched clean, oiled with the scent of jasmine and lily. My hair had been half pulled up in an elaborate coif, that looked as beautiful for as painful it had been to create. Carmine touched my lips, and my eyes were dashed with pale silver, my cheeks the color of a pale pink rose. My neck and ears were decorated with family heirlooms of sparkling diamonds and amethysts in silver and a gem of amethyst at the base of my neck. I looked like someone other than me. I felt like it too, I'd never been so formal in my life, not even for the midwinter festivals. I fingered the wide silver bracelet cuff at my wrist and looked down towards the bottom of the stairs.
My mother gazed back smiling her loving smile, she was truly what I was not, a breath of beauty no matter her age. Her dark hair and green eyes shining brightly. Beside her Justine stood. Both were in our house colors, and looking every bit a Rocaille as any painting I had ever seen in our family home.
I glided down the stairs towards them, trying to remember everything my mother and other teachers had taught me, including no few adepts from Elua itself, especially in the last two years. Finally beside them I felt out of place, and awkward, this was my life now I suddenly realized. I couldn't go back to being a carefree child after I finally met the queen to be.
I wondered where I was heading as I followed them out into the carriage. I casually glanced back to my new home in Elua as our carriage pulled away and led me ever closer to the palace and the woman I was meant to become.