Post by Searaliné de Miloché on Apr 30, 2008 16:27:36 GMT -5
Oh, sweet Naamah, I sighed, watching some pretty young maids daughter and the butlers son run off together, hands clasped tightly together and giggling. I want that, wanted to feel the rush of emotions that you got when you ran away with someone, sneaking and doing things that would make your mother blush.
Well, maybe most mothers, I thought bitterly. My own was primp and uptight, easily scandalized and prone to gossiping. I'd picked up on a few traits of hers as much as it galled me to admit it, but that was alright. I'd learned how to twist them to my advantage. Now all I had to do was figure out a way to get her to let me go to the City alone. I knew I could handle my daddy; he'd all but said yes. But my momma...
I sighed, the girl and boy disappearing behind one of the smaller guest houses, and rose to exit the sitting chambers of my rooms. After inquiring a passing maid to her wearabouts, I made my way, catching her gathering her items and getting ready to leave the library.
"Momma," I greeted, giving her a warm smile as I came in.
"Hello Seara," she responded, returning my smile with one of her own. People always said we were identical, and I was actually rather pleased with that; for an aging woman, my mother was still exceptionally striking. It was no wonder why my father fell in love with her.
I thought about asking her if she needed any help, but I knew, too, that for as scandalized as my mother could be, she was also a shrewd woman. She'd know I wanted something. "Momma, I want to talk to you about the City again," I began, and was immediately cut off by a wave of her fingers. She used them lightly, but we knew well enough when to listen, and that gesture was one of them.
"Seara," she began, sighing as she straightened and looked at me. The lines around her eyes became a little more apparent, and it was almost strange to see it, so flawless was her skin. "Your father and I have talked... much more than once, and have come to a decision."
My breath caught - I hadn't been expecting that at all. "And, Momma?" I said, urging her on.
There was a long pause, one that almost killed me. "You may go," she said at least, and continued on over my squeal of joy. "But! But, Seara, you must know, if at any time we need you back here you must return immediately," she warned, and I dashed forward, throwing my arms about her neck in a rare display of affection for her.
"Oh, I will Momma, I will," I promised, smiling brilliantly. She smiled and kissed my forehead, her supple arms going around me and catching me in an embrace. She held it a little too long, and I realized then that the lines around her eyes weren't of age, but of sadness. Sadness! I was shocked... she would miss me?
"Your brothers might very well come along as well, shortly behind you," she added, drawing back at last. My face fell before I could catch it, though I nodded anyway, putting my mask of serenity back on. "They need the exposure as well... And you," she said, tapping my nose. "You must promise me that you will behave yourself, and represent the Miloche family name honorably."
Oh, how that galled. As if she couldn't trust me, or wasn't sure if I would be nothing less than the a perfect representation to society. I stiffened a little and her arms fell away completely. "I will, Momma. You know it."
She nodded and kissed my cheeks again, which made me crumble just a little. "Your carriage leaves in a week, daughter," she said, the sadness she felt becoming apparent in her voice. "You'd best go pack."
Well, maybe most mothers, I thought bitterly. My own was primp and uptight, easily scandalized and prone to gossiping. I'd picked up on a few traits of hers as much as it galled me to admit it, but that was alright. I'd learned how to twist them to my advantage. Now all I had to do was figure out a way to get her to let me go to the City alone. I knew I could handle my daddy; he'd all but said yes. But my momma...
I sighed, the girl and boy disappearing behind one of the smaller guest houses, and rose to exit the sitting chambers of my rooms. After inquiring a passing maid to her wearabouts, I made my way, catching her gathering her items and getting ready to leave the library.
"Momma," I greeted, giving her a warm smile as I came in.
"Hello Seara," she responded, returning my smile with one of her own. People always said we were identical, and I was actually rather pleased with that; for an aging woman, my mother was still exceptionally striking. It was no wonder why my father fell in love with her.
I thought about asking her if she needed any help, but I knew, too, that for as scandalized as my mother could be, she was also a shrewd woman. She'd know I wanted something. "Momma, I want to talk to you about the City again," I began, and was immediately cut off by a wave of her fingers. She used them lightly, but we knew well enough when to listen, and that gesture was one of them.
"Seara," she began, sighing as she straightened and looked at me. The lines around her eyes became a little more apparent, and it was almost strange to see it, so flawless was her skin. "Your father and I have talked... much more than once, and have come to a decision."
My breath caught - I hadn't been expecting that at all. "And, Momma?" I said, urging her on.
There was a long pause, one that almost killed me. "You may go," she said at least, and continued on over my squeal of joy. "But! But, Seara, you must know, if at any time we need you back here you must return immediately," she warned, and I dashed forward, throwing my arms about her neck in a rare display of affection for her.
"Oh, I will Momma, I will," I promised, smiling brilliantly. She smiled and kissed my forehead, her supple arms going around me and catching me in an embrace. She held it a little too long, and I realized then that the lines around her eyes weren't of age, but of sadness. Sadness! I was shocked... she would miss me?
"Your brothers might very well come along as well, shortly behind you," she added, drawing back at last. My face fell before I could catch it, though I nodded anyway, putting my mask of serenity back on. "They need the exposure as well... And you," she said, tapping my nose. "You must promise me that you will behave yourself, and represent the Miloche family name honorably."
Oh, how that galled. As if she couldn't trust me, or wasn't sure if I would be nothing less than the a perfect representation to society. I stiffened a little and her arms fell away completely. "I will, Momma. You know it."
She nodded and kissed my cheeks again, which made me crumble just a little. "Your carriage leaves in a week, daughter," she said, the sadness she felt becoming apparent in her voice. "You'd best go pack."