Post by Seanna nó Valerian(D) on Apr 6, 2007 16:07:51 GMT -5
I sat in the courtyard of Valerian and thought to myself do I belong here? All of the other children have passed the tests and know they like pain should be here. Being only nine, I had still had a year before I either had to dedicate in Valerian or be switched to another house. The Dowayne did not quite know what to do with me but she figured passions would reveal themselves with the time I had left.
“Seanna, what are you doing out here?” asked an older adept who was almost finish with her marque.
Startled, I turned around. “I was just thinking,” I said quickly.
“About what?” she asked.
“About whether I belong here,” I admitted slowly.
She laughed a little to herself and said, “Why, that is only natural darling.” She looked around the courtyard. She seemed to be almost lost in thought when something broke through. “When I was a little girl,” she began, “my older sister and I were playing in the garden. She had stolen my desert earlier so I took the toy she was playing with. She told me to give it back but I refused. She took a hairpin out of her hair and threatened me with it. I did not actually think that she would do anything so I started to make fun of her to get a little more even. She was very angry and stabbed the hairpin into my hand that was holding her toy. The pleasure of it all was excruciating in a wonderful way. I felt a wave of heat pass through my entire body. I don’t know I long I stood there amerced in pleasure before my sister became worried. She grabbed my hand and looked at the hairpin. It was small but it was in pretty deep. My sister called for my mother who upon seeing my reaction brought me here. I sometimes wondered if I belonged here too but then I would remember that moment and the feeling I had had and new I belonged. If you really want to know if you belong here, then I suggest you hold out your hand.”
Hearing her story made my need to know if I belonged here even more desperate. I did as she said and stuck out my hand.
“Now, close your eyes. If you truly belong here, you will experience the feeling I described. If not, this might hurt a little.”
May hurt a little?!?! I was terrified now but my desire to know overpowered my fear and I closed my eyes.
She took my hand in hers and took a pin out of her hair. Slowly, she ran it along my palm until she could see blood. I pulled back my hand at the pain but then felt pleasure beyond my belief. I did feel the feeling she described but it was so much more. She must have seen thin in my face because she chuckled a little and knowingly said, “That’s it my dear, you felt it, without a doubt you belong here.”
“Seanna, what are you doing out here?” asked an older adept who was almost finish with her marque.
Startled, I turned around. “I was just thinking,” I said quickly.
“About what?” she asked.
“About whether I belong here,” I admitted slowly.
She laughed a little to herself and said, “Why, that is only natural darling.” She looked around the courtyard. She seemed to be almost lost in thought when something broke through. “When I was a little girl,” she began, “my older sister and I were playing in the garden. She had stolen my desert earlier so I took the toy she was playing with. She told me to give it back but I refused. She took a hairpin out of her hair and threatened me with it. I did not actually think that she would do anything so I started to make fun of her to get a little more even. She was very angry and stabbed the hairpin into my hand that was holding her toy. The pleasure of it all was excruciating in a wonderful way. I felt a wave of heat pass through my entire body. I don’t know I long I stood there amerced in pleasure before my sister became worried. She grabbed my hand and looked at the hairpin. It was small but it was in pretty deep. My sister called for my mother who upon seeing my reaction brought me here. I sometimes wondered if I belonged here too but then I would remember that moment and the feeling I had had and new I belonged. If you really want to know if you belong here, then I suggest you hold out your hand.”
Hearing her story made my need to know if I belonged here even more desperate. I did as she said and stuck out my hand.
“Now, close your eyes. If you truly belong here, you will experience the feeling I described. If not, this might hurt a little.”
May hurt a little?!?! I was terrified now but my desire to know overpowered my fear and I closed my eyes.
She took my hand in hers and took a pin out of her hair. Slowly, she ran it along my palm until she could see blood. I pulled back my hand at the pain but then felt pleasure beyond my belief. I did feel the feeling she described but it was so much more. She must have seen thin in my face because she chuckled a little and knowingly said, “That’s it my dear, you felt it, without a doubt you belong here.”