Post by Sarielle Shahrizai on Dec 3, 2008 22:37:37 GMT -5
BACKSTORY: The Day I Got My Wings[/u]
I remember the day that I came into my own land perfectly, as if it were yesterday. And how not? It also meant the death of the man I had spent my entire life trying to please, the one man I could not sway to my favour, even in the tiniest bit. I remember sitting out front of our City of Elua estate, taking in the fresh air, very alone. I had looked up at the sound of an approaching horse. The sound got louder as the horse got closer. I looked up uninterestedly, not caring too much who this intruder might be, or really what they wanted. The only thing that irked me was that they were getting the better of my “quiet time”. I rose as I saw the horse, carrying a man in our livery, come up the drive. I put my hands on my hips, my black silk dress blowing gaily in the breeze.
“May I help you?” I questioned, taking one step down, waiving my hand dismissively as he dismounted and went to kneel. “Please,” I murmured, “spare me the theatrics.”
“My lady!” he called out, nearly out of breath. Suddenly, I snapped out of my stupor. If that man has done something to my dear sister I thought, the ire rising within me, changing my countenance.
“Yes,” I said more urgently, “please, out with it, is something amiss?”
“My lady,” he said, swallowing hard. “The Baron, your father… he… he is dead.” A look of shock and anguish came to his face. I could see his worries. Will this woman fire me? Will she manage the estates well enough that I will still be employed? Still be bale to eat? I regarded him mildly. No need to break this one I thought to myself wickedly.
“Breathe young lad,” I reassured him. “All will be well. When is the funeral, the reading of the will?” I asked calmly.
“Two days, my lady,” he replied, checking himself finally, calming and appraising me with his eyes. He took a sharp breath in. I suppose he was just seeing me for the first time, the clouds of confusing, anger, sadness and despair clearing from his face. He blushed as I stared into his eyes.
“I will be there in two days,” I reassured with a nod. “Do you want to stay a while, catch your breath and let your horse rest in the stables?” I inquired, tilting my head, flashing him a playful grin. I knew his reaction would cause him to blush even deeper. Then I saw the worry flash in his eyes, the fear.
“No.. no I’d better not…. I will let the others know you are returning. Goodbye, my lady,” and with that he remounted his poor horse and sped away even faster than he had come.
Too bad, I thought to myself. It’s a pity he’s already seen me in this dress. I walked back inside to pack my bags.
I remember the day that I came into my own land perfectly, as if it were yesterday. And how not? It also meant the death of the man I had spent my entire life trying to please, the one man I could not sway to my favour, even in the tiniest bit. I remember sitting out front of our City of Elua estate, taking in the fresh air, very alone. I had looked up at the sound of an approaching horse. The sound got louder as the horse got closer. I looked up uninterestedly, not caring too much who this intruder might be, or really what they wanted. The only thing that irked me was that they were getting the better of my “quiet time”. I rose as I saw the horse, carrying a man in our livery, come up the drive. I put my hands on my hips, my black silk dress blowing gaily in the breeze.
“May I help you?” I questioned, taking one step down, waiving my hand dismissively as he dismounted and went to kneel. “Please,” I murmured, “spare me the theatrics.”
“My lady!” he called out, nearly out of breath. Suddenly, I snapped out of my stupor. If that man has done something to my dear sister I thought, the ire rising within me, changing my countenance.
“Yes,” I said more urgently, “please, out with it, is something amiss?”
“My lady,” he said, swallowing hard. “The Baron, your father… he… he is dead.” A look of shock and anguish came to his face. I could see his worries. Will this woman fire me? Will she manage the estates well enough that I will still be employed? Still be bale to eat? I regarded him mildly. No need to break this one I thought to myself wickedly.
“Breathe young lad,” I reassured him. “All will be well. When is the funeral, the reading of the will?” I asked calmly.
“Two days, my lady,” he replied, checking himself finally, calming and appraising me with his eyes. He took a sharp breath in. I suppose he was just seeing me for the first time, the clouds of confusing, anger, sadness and despair clearing from his face. He blushed as I stared into his eyes.
“I will be there in two days,” I reassured with a nod. “Do you want to stay a while, catch your breath and let your horse rest in the stables?” I inquired, tilting my head, flashing him a playful grin. I knew his reaction would cause him to blush even deeper. Then I saw the worry flash in his eyes, the fear.
“No.. no I’d better not…. I will let the others know you are returning. Goodbye, my lady,” and with that he remounted his poor horse and sped away even faster than he had come.
Too bad, I thought to myself. It’s a pity he’s already seen me in this dress. I walked back inside to pack my bags.