Post by Brigitte nó Eglantine (D) on Jul 16, 2008 23:33:38 GMT -5
"Do you think you'll see him again?" My mother, at forty five, beemed her smile at me. She looked sixteen again, young and carefree as we discussed my latest patron.
"He's kind," I said thinking as I softly placed down a small eglantine into the hole I had just dug, pushing the dirt over it.
"I don't know, I mean its up to him. He's the patron." I shrugged.
"Oh just think Brie, he's the son of a Duc!" She gasped a little and stared off, day dreaming about my never to happen life. I sighed a little and shook my head.
"It doesn't work that way Mamma," I said shifting down the line and dug another whole. "I have to make my marque, and...I mean he's only twenty one." I shrugged.
"You know I have no interest in marrying till I've at least attemped to have my own salon."
"But he's a Duc." She said looking at me almost dumbfounded.
"He's the Duc's heir." I pointed out.
"Same thing." I said bit back.
"Not really." I gave her a sour and childish look.
"I'm not interested."
"But you said he was kind," She said. "Is that all you like about him?"
"Well no, he likes my designs. And he a generous...patron." I chuckled and my mother smiled with a chuckle.
"Right...patron." I chuckled too.
"Its not enough." I shook my head and placed another of the small green eglantine plants.
"Oh like love?"
"No!" I said turning my head to her. "Elua forbid, I'm just not interested in that period."
"Come on now Brie, you can't be serious." She stared at me.
"You can't have love? Blessed Goddesses above how are you so immune to falling in love, what are you so afraid of?"
"Nothing," I said looking away from her and back to my work in the dirt. "I just... I have more important things to do." I left it lay there and Mother seemed to know because she dropped the subject, for now anyway.
What was I so afraid of? I was afraid of loving some one so deeply that it would take a year for me to talk to them. To be taken so much with another that my life was turned up side down. And for that person to be taken away, ripped right from my bossom. Would I admit that? Never. Though I dare say my mother knew, she was the only one that could know, the only one that would understand. Not once since we had moved to the City of Elua had she spend a day in another's bed. I suppose she reckond that it would forsake my father, or perhaps it was that no one could live up to his standards. What ever it may be, what ever I was afraid of, she was too.
"He's kind," I said thinking as I softly placed down a small eglantine into the hole I had just dug, pushing the dirt over it.
"I don't know, I mean its up to him. He's the patron." I shrugged.
"Oh just think Brie, he's the son of a Duc!" She gasped a little and stared off, day dreaming about my never to happen life. I sighed a little and shook my head.
"It doesn't work that way Mamma," I said shifting down the line and dug another whole. "I have to make my marque, and...I mean he's only twenty one." I shrugged.
"You know I have no interest in marrying till I've at least attemped to have my own salon."
"But he's a Duc." She said looking at me almost dumbfounded.
"He's the Duc's heir." I pointed out.
"Same thing." I said bit back.
"Not really." I gave her a sour and childish look.
"I'm not interested."
"But you said he was kind," She said. "Is that all you like about him?"
"Well no, he likes my designs. And he a generous...patron." I chuckled and my mother smiled with a chuckle.
"Right...patron." I chuckled too.
"Its not enough." I shook my head and placed another of the small green eglantine plants.
"Oh like love?"
"No!" I said turning my head to her. "Elua forbid, I'm just not interested in that period."
"Come on now Brie, you can't be serious." She stared at me.
"You can't have love? Blessed Goddesses above how are you so immune to falling in love, what are you so afraid of?"
"Nothing," I said looking away from her and back to my work in the dirt. "I just... I have more important things to do." I left it lay there and Mother seemed to know because she dropped the subject, for now anyway.
What was I so afraid of? I was afraid of loving some one so deeply that it would take a year for me to talk to them. To be taken so much with another that my life was turned up side down. And for that person to be taken away, ripped right from my bossom. Would I admit that? Never. Though I dare say my mother knew, she was the only one that could know, the only one that would understand. Not once since we had moved to the City of Elua had she spend a day in another's bed. I suppose she reckond that it would forsake my father, or perhaps it was that no one could live up to his standards. What ever it may be, what ever I was afraid of, she was too.