Post by Kaeyln mab Ciera nó Alyssum(I) on Apr 27, 2010 19:08:20 GMT -5
timeline: Kaeyln's 12th birthday
My mother was coming. The letter promised it. I ws thrilled, excited, nervous. Normally, my natality passed with little fanfare, but this year would be different. My mother was coming to live with Father.
I'd never seen her, and my mind had always spun out the most fantastic of images. An angel, her face as beautiful as anything ever seen before. I imagined I was not nearly as beautiful as she must be. She, after all, had won the heart of my handsome father. Who else but the most beautiful woman ever born could do that? Father had told me about her, of course, and his descriptions were loving, but lacking in specific details. So my imagination had filled them in, and the picture that I held in my mind was one of a woman of unsurpassed beauty.
With my mind and emotions in a spin, I could hardly settle down. The waiting was excrutiating, and I was sure the other adepts were all sick of my bouncing and babbling. Of course, this wasn't at all how I normally acted, but I was sure the Dowayne was making allowances.
I was as hyper as a babbling brook all morning, and only just settled down enough to eat some lunch, when I was called to the Dowayne's chambers. I hurried toward them, almost running, and paused just outside the closed door, taking a moment to compose myself. Eyes downcast, I knocked quietly on the door, then waited.
It only took a moment for the Dowayne to answer, and as I entered the chamber, I cast the quickest of glimpses at the tall woman who stood there. Her back was to me, but before I lowered my eyes again, I could see that her hair was almost the same color as mine.
I stood quietly, looking down at the floor, with my hands clasped in front of me, while the Dowayne made the proper introductions. It was hard not to look up again, but my training held my eyes on the marble floor. Only after the Dowayne gave me permission, did I look up. As my mother turned to look at me, parts of my dreams about how she would look were shattered, while others were improved upon.
I simply stared at her for several minutes, and she did the same, looking down at me. I couldn't tell, from watching her face, what she was thinking, but ever so slowly, a smile grew across her face. It was a smile I recognised well, since my own was a mirror of it. She still didn't speak, however, and the silence made me a trifle nervous. I looked back down at the floor, then looked back up at my mother in the next instant. Training kicked in then, and I curtsied, "Hello mother."
I waited a moment more, then glanced at the Dowayne, wondering what I could do next. My choice was made for me, however, when my mother knlet on the floor and held her arms out. I glanced at the Dowayne once more, and she nodded. That was all the confirmation I needed, and I all but ran into the outstretched arms. They enfolded me, and I hugged her close, wrapping my arms around her. "My daughter," she whispered in my ear, "You are every bit as pretty as I could have imagined."
Her words made tears fill my eyes, and I sniffled, hugging her even tighter. After several moments, I leaned back, "I'm so glad you're here, mother." Now I had hope that my family could finally be complete.
My mother was coming. The letter promised it. I ws thrilled, excited, nervous. Normally, my natality passed with little fanfare, but this year would be different. My mother was coming to live with Father.
I'd never seen her, and my mind had always spun out the most fantastic of images. An angel, her face as beautiful as anything ever seen before. I imagined I was not nearly as beautiful as she must be. She, after all, had won the heart of my handsome father. Who else but the most beautiful woman ever born could do that? Father had told me about her, of course, and his descriptions were loving, but lacking in specific details. So my imagination had filled them in, and the picture that I held in my mind was one of a woman of unsurpassed beauty.
With my mind and emotions in a spin, I could hardly settle down. The waiting was excrutiating, and I was sure the other adepts were all sick of my bouncing and babbling. Of course, this wasn't at all how I normally acted, but I was sure the Dowayne was making allowances.
I was as hyper as a babbling brook all morning, and only just settled down enough to eat some lunch, when I was called to the Dowayne's chambers. I hurried toward them, almost running, and paused just outside the closed door, taking a moment to compose myself. Eyes downcast, I knocked quietly on the door, then waited.
It only took a moment for the Dowayne to answer, and as I entered the chamber, I cast the quickest of glimpses at the tall woman who stood there. Her back was to me, but before I lowered my eyes again, I could see that her hair was almost the same color as mine.
I stood quietly, looking down at the floor, with my hands clasped in front of me, while the Dowayne made the proper introductions. It was hard not to look up again, but my training held my eyes on the marble floor. Only after the Dowayne gave me permission, did I look up. As my mother turned to look at me, parts of my dreams about how she would look were shattered, while others were improved upon.
I simply stared at her for several minutes, and she did the same, looking down at me. I couldn't tell, from watching her face, what she was thinking, but ever so slowly, a smile grew across her face. It was a smile I recognised well, since my own was a mirror of it. She still didn't speak, however, and the silence made me a trifle nervous. I looked back down at the floor, then looked back up at my mother in the next instant. Training kicked in then, and I curtsied, "Hello mother."
I waited a moment more, then glanced at the Dowayne, wondering what I could do next. My choice was made for me, however, when my mother knlet on the floor and held her arms out. I glanced at the Dowayne once more, and she nodded. That was all the confirmation I needed, and I all but ran into the outstretched arms. They enfolded me, and I hugged her close, wrapping my arms around her. "My daughter," she whispered in my ear, "You are every bit as pretty as I could have imagined."
Her words made tears fill my eyes, and I sniffled, hugging her even tighter. After several moments, I leaned back, "I'm so glad you're here, mother." Now I had hope that my family could finally be complete.