Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Apr 21, 2007 13:45:12 GMT -5
A loud squeal was followed by a louder thump, and before I had a chance to react Triunne blasted out from behind the closet door, bolting past me as fast as his seven year old legs could carry him. His laughter was contagious, and I found myself giggling to the point of tears as I chased him out of a guest bedroom and down the hall, my skirts clutched up around my knees as my bare feet padded after him.
"Aha!" Triumphant at last! Triunne squealed again and buckled as I caught him around the waist, giggling so hard his poor little nose snorted more often than not.
In all good reality this day was not entirely different from any other, the sun streaming down in golden waves of silk, bathing the land in a richness only late afternoon could bring. Grinning down at the red-headed, freckled-faced boy before me, I let him go and stood up, raising my fingers to smooth my hair back into place. "I do believe I won, young master," I said as he gave me a mock bow, then giggled and ran off again. Smiling, I watched him go with a shake of my head, then turned and headed back off to the study where he had stolen my attention away.
Facts and figures, numbers and letters; all of such I had to respond to as the welfare of the estates demanded. I loved my home here as much as I had love the Trevalions; I still caught myself thinking of the Trevalions as my true home, though that was becoming more and more rare. Still, I supposed it was to be expected, and I visited them time and again as I could, when they were not in the City.
The City. Sighing, I settled myself behind a great oak desk, fingering a heavy parchment absentmindedly. The City. A part of me longed to go, to see what it was like, how the citizens lived, their lifestyles. To meet new friends, perhaps; they were few and far between upon this lonely stretch of land. My parents had perished some dozen years past, leaving me alone in this place with none but the children of the staff to bring me joy. Smiling with the thought of Triunnes giggling face, I shook my head, looking down at the document.
Time passed slowly as it ever did when I worked, bent down and taking a first-hand look at the troubles that demanded attention, and before long I could feel my mind wander again. Could the estate run without me? Of course, as much as it galled me to think it. It had while I was fostered with the Trevalions and my parents were dead, and I didn't doubt the capability of the staff employed here... But should I go to the City?
Leaning back in my chair, I mused on it again as I had dozens of times before now, running the feathered end of a quill along my slender jawline. Augustin was there somewhere, and if rumor was correct, Sabriel, though rumors were always fleeting and horrific with their tellings. One such I had heard was he was challenging August for the right to bear the title of sovereign Duc, though I'd dismissed that as soon as I'd heard it. They were always happy together, the two brothers. Always laughing and causing mischief, until the mutual love of a woman got in the way.
Sighing, I set the quill down before picking up the bottle of sand and sprinkling it across the parchment I'd just written on. The ink beaded up into the crystallized stones, tiny and nearly see-through, before I shook the paper off.
I'd decided. I would go.
Setting the paper aside, I took out a clean parchment stamped with the signa of Bellamont upon the top, and began drafting a letter to August, informing him and his family, should they also be with him, that I would be going. A second letter would leave with the first, going directly to the Trevalion estates if his parents were there instead.
It was time to leave the nest and fly once more.
"Aha!" Triumphant at last! Triunne squealed again and buckled as I caught him around the waist, giggling so hard his poor little nose snorted more often than not.
In all good reality this day was not entirely different from any other, the sun streaming down in golden waves of silk, bathing the land in a richness only late afternoon could bring. Grinning down at the red-headed, freckled-faced boy before me, I let him go and stood up, raising my fingers to smooth my hair back into place. "I do believe I won, young master," I said as he gave me a mock bow, then giggled and ran off again. Smiling, I watched him go with a shake of my head, then turned and headed back off to the study where he had stolen my attention away.
Facts and figures, numbers and letters; all of such I had to respond to as the welfare of the estates demanded. I loved my home here as much as I had love the Trevalions; I still caught myself thinking of the Trevalions as my true home, though that was becoming more and more rare. Still, I supposed it was to be expected, and I visited them time and again as I could, when they were not in the City.
The City. Sighing, I settled myself behind a great oak desk, fingering a heavy parchment absentmindedly. The City. A part of me longed to go, to see what it was like, how the citizens lived, their lifestyles. To meet new friends, perhaps; they were few and far between upon this lonely stretch of land. My parents had perished some dozen years past, leaving me alone in this place with none but the children of the staff to bring me joy. Smiling with the thought of Triunnes giggling face, I shook my head, looking down at the document.
Time passed slowly as it ever did when I worked, bent down and taking a first-hand look at the troubles that demanded attention, and before long I could feel my mind wander again. Could the estate run without me? Of course, as much as it galled me to think it. It had while I was fostered with the Trevalions and my parents were dead, and I didn't doubt the capability of the staff employed here... But should I go to the City?
Leaning back in my chair, I mused on it again as I had dozens of times before now, running the feathered end of a quill along my slender jawline. Augustin was there somewhere, and if rumor was correct, Sabriel, though rumors were always fleeting and horrific with their tellings. One such I had heard was he was challenging August for the right to bear the title of sovereign Duc, though I'd dismissed that as soon as I'd heard it. They were always happy together, the two brothers. Always laughing and causing mischief, until the mutual love of a woman got in the way.
Sighing, I set the quill down before picking up the bottle of sand and sprinkling it across the parchment I'd just written on. The ink beaded up into the crystallized stones, tiny and nearly see-through, before I shook the paper off.
I'd decided. I would go.
Setting the paper aside, I took out a clean parchment stamped with the signa of Bellamont upon the top, and began drafting a letter to August, informing him and his family, should they also be with him, that I would be going. A second letter would leave with the first, going directly to the Trevalion estates if his parents were there instead.
It was time to leave the nest and fly once more.