Post by Eric Lamont on Aug 8, 2010 13:48:38 GMT -5
It all happened last summer, just as the days were starting to get shorter and the hottest days were behind us. Alyssum was having a small fete of sorts, nothing large, just trying to garner more attention. As a novice I mostly was assigned the task or serving drinks and looking good for my debut which was a few months away.
Chloe, another novice was in the back room helping me load my tray. “See any prospects out there?” she asked.
“For you or for me?” Her debut was coming sooner than mine.
“Either I suppose.” She bit her lip and gently took my hand. “I wish one of us were out there … You, you do know how I feel about you.”
I nodded and smiled shyly. “I do, and you know how I feel.” I wanted to kiss her sweet face, but it would never happen.
I loaded the tray and walked out amongst the guests and adepts. Some had already had a bit too much to drink, that was for certain. That’s when It happened. A man, drunk and as a result blind it would seem, bumped into me and my tray, spilling wine and liquor down my shirt, mainly my right side. I almost fell back, it would have been better if I had.
Instead I caught myself on one of the lattice walls in the garden on which someone had foolishly hung a torch. It shook and toppled from its place. Searing heat, so strong it felt like ice, oozed over my arm and neck. I had no time to think but cast away the tray and fell to the floor. The fire consumed my alcohol drenched shirt and left me scared on that side.
High collared outfits can only hide such a defect on a servant of Naamah for so long. That’s why I’m here, in the cold streets, hoping for a message to send.
Chloe, another novice was in the back room helping me load my tray. “See any prospects out there?” she asked.
“For you or for me?” Her debut was coming sooner than mine.
“Either I suppose.” She bit her lip and gently took my hand. “I wish one of us were out there … You, you do know how I feel about you.”
I nodded and smiled shyly. “I do, and you know how I feel.” I wanted to kiss her sweet face, but it would never happen.
I loaded the tray and walked out amongst the guests and adepts. Some had already had a bit too much to drink, that was for certain. That’s when It happened. A man, drunk and as a result blind it would seem, bumped into me and my tray, spilling wine and liquor down my shirt, mainly my right side. I almost fell back, it would have been better if I had.
Instead I caught myself on one of the lattice walls in the garden on which someone had foolishly hung a torch. It shook and toppled from its place. Searing heat, so strong it felt like ice, oozed over my arm and neck. I had no time to think but cast away the tray and fell to the floor. The fire consumed my alcohol drenched shirt and left me scared on that side.
High collared outfits can only hide such a defect on a servant of Naamah for so long. That’s why I’m here, in the cold streets, hoping for a message to send.