Post by Ariana de Lacroix (D) on Aug 14, 2006 19:05:31 GMT -5
"Ara!" A small boy's voice came from down the beach. I had been enjoying the simple pleasure of basking in the Kritian sun, though I wouldn't be much longer as my pale skin would burn far to easily.
"Angelos, what is it?" I asked in Kritian tongue, the dark skinned messanger boy came toward me, white sands kicking out behind him.
"Ara, a letter has come for you." He said smiling once he had caught my breath. "Mother says you should come to the house." I furrowed my brow even though the white teeth of Angelos flashed a grin of excitement.
"It's from Terre d'Ange." I stood from my blanket and gathered my things. Two years in Kriti and I had yet recieved a letter from home. Taking Angelos' hand in mine we hurried back to his mother's house.
"Ophylia," I said entering the small white walled house.
"I'm in then kitchen Ara!" She called out and I hurried forward to find her and her other children.
"Here." She said moving forward and handing the letter to me, it was marked with the stamp of my father's house. My mother had sent me this letter.
"Well, open it child." She said as I stared at it. I did, breaking the red wax and reading the almost foreign D'Angeline words.
"Its from my mother," I said looking up at her. "Not only has the King been murdered but the mother and father of the Princess Regent have died in accidents." I continued to read as I related the story to those in the room.
"It also says that she is sick and wants me to return. "In the name of House de Lacroix, I beg you to return and take the title that was bestowed on you at your birth." She wants me to come home." I said finally looking up at Ophylia. She shook her head and sighed.
"Then you must return Ara, we are sad to see you go but home is home and you must go." I nodded knowing it would be tough but it was my job and we both knew this day would come one day.
"I'll be arriving during the winter, possibly in time for the Masque." I sighed.
"Then you should pack for warmth." Ophylia said coming over to me.
"Enjoy your time now child, do not brood, we shall celebrate each night as if is your last and drink deep into the night." I chuckled and nodded embracing my fostered mother since I had been in Kriti.
"Come, lunch is ready."
"Angelos, what is it?" I asked in Kritian tongue, the dark skinned messanger boy came toward me, white sands kicking out behind him.
"Ara, a letter has come for you." He said smiling once he had caught my breath. "Mother says you should come to the house." I furrowed my brow even though the white teeth of Angelos flashed a grin of excitement.
"It's from Terre d'Ange." I stood from my blanket and gathered my things. Two years in Kriti and I had yet recieved a letter from home. Taking Angelos' hand in mine we hurried back to his mother's house.
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"Ophylia," I said entering the small white walled house.
"I'm in then kitchen Ara!" She called out and I hurried forward to find her and her other children.
"Here." She said moving forward and handing the letter to me, it was marked with the stamp of my father's house. My mother had sent me this letter.
"Well, open it child." She said as I stared at it. I did, breaking the red wax and reading the almost foreign D'Angeline words.
"Its from my mother," I said looking up at her. "Not only has the King been murdered but the mother and father of the Princess Regent have died in accidents." I continued to read as I related the story to those in the room.
"It also says that she is sick and wants me to return. "In the name of House de Lacroix, I beg you to return and take the title that was bestowed on you at your birth." She wants me to come home." I said finally looking up at Ophylia. She shook her head and sighed.
"Then you must return Ara, we are sad to see you go but home is home and you must go." I nodded knowing it would be tough but it was my job and we both knew this day would come one day.
"I'll be arriving during the winter, possibly in time for the Masque." I sighed.
"Then you should pack for warmth." Ophylia said coming over to me.
"Enjoy your time now child, do not brood, we shall celebrate each night as if is your last and drink deep into the night." I chuckled and nodded embracing my fostered mother since I had been in Kriti.
"Come, lunch is ready."