Post by Mehrunissa nó Eglantine on Dec 15, 2010 18:25:21 GMT -5
-The room the Dowayne had given me was cozy compared to my room at home, but the smell of the stale air, the unused bed that lay against the wall with its crisp sheets made me smile.
New and unused. Fantastic.
I did not bring much; my loom my Mother made me when I turned 12 to make clothes on, a few bolts of fine Akkadian silk and of course the barre my Father gave me when I started dance. Placing the loom at the end of the bed and the bolts of silk in the corner behind it I looked about the room.
Setting down my bags I moved the dresser with the mirror attached to it in the middle of the wall opposite the wardrobe. Than with all the strength that I had I pushed the wardrobe across the floor creating some kind of ruckus if I do say so, and placed my barre between the side table next to the bed and the wardrobe. Looking into the mirror I saw my reflection, long black hair in wavy ringlets down to my elbows and long limbs and torso and to that I smiled; I was starting anew so why not act anew.
In the bottom of wardrobe I placed my shoes which were flat and embellished with tons of beads in intricate looped and laced patterns on bright silk. To the far right I placed my canvas dance shoes and my hard silk pointe shoes in neat rows. Satisfied, I began to pull out the different colored skirts, petticoats and wraps I had made for myself in colors so bright they hardly needed embellishment so I had sewn clear beads and colorless pearls on them. Than I pulled out my dresses I had made in the dark night of my room that would make my Mother angry, had she been here to see them, these four dresses were from my dreams. The lace patterns on the corsets were so intricate it looked as if spiders had done it for me, and the pleats so smooth and small it was as if water was rippling off of me as I walked. I smiled at them and shut the wardrobe, no secrets to keep here from anyone.
But than it hit me..
I knew no one, and as I stared at the door which opened out into an empty hall way, in a building I hardly know, my brows began to furrow and a small dimple on my left cheek formed as I slightly frowned. But with my hands I smoothed those lines away, and began to think on how to meet people. The Tsingano dancers were all I knew in town, and I could not see them. These delicate flowers were so unlike them but, I felt at home. So maybe I would be okay...
New and unused. Fantastic.
I did not bring much; my loom my Mother made me when I turned 12 to make clothes on, a few bolts of fine Akkadian silk and of course the barre my Father gave me when I started dance. Placing the loom at the end of the bed and the bolts of silk in the corner behind it I looked about the room.
Setting down my bags I moved the dresser with the mirror attached to it in the middle of the wall opposite the wardrobe. Than with all the strength that I had I pushed the wardrobe across the floor creating some kind of ruckus if I do say so, and placed my barre between the side table next to the bed and the wardrobe. Looking into the mirror I saw my reflection, long black hair in wavy ringlets down to my elbows and long limbs and torso and to that I smiled; I was starting anew so why not act anew.
In the bottom of wardrobe I placed my shoes which were flat and embellished with tons of beads in intricate looped and laced patterns on bright silk. To the far right I placed my canvas dance shoes and my hard silk pointe shoes in neat rows. Satisfied, I began to pull out the different colored skirts, petticoats and wraps I had made for myself in colors so bright they hardly needed embellishment so I had sewn clear beads and colorless pearls on them. Than I pulled out my dresses I had made in the dark night of my room that would make my Mother angry, had she been here to see them, these four dresses were from my dreams. The lace patterns on the corsets were so intricate it looked as if spiders had done it for me, and the pleats so smooth and small it was as if water was rippling off of me as I walked. I smiled at them and shut the wardrobe, no secrets to keep here from anyone.
But than it hit me..
I knew no one, and as I stared at the door which opened out into an empty hall way, in a building I hardly know, my brows began to furrow and a small dimple on my left cheek formed as I slightly frowned. But with my hands I smoothed those lines away, and began to think on how to meet people. The Tsingano dancers were all I knew in town, and I could not see them. These delicate flowers were so unlike them but, I felt at home. So maybe I would be okay...