To Love And To Be Loved (OPEN)
Jan 22, 2015 4:38:01 GMT -8
Post by vnes on Jan 22, 2015 4:38:01 GMT -8
Ceres Amantius
[Lady of Compassion.]
The air was cool as were the waters, but she felt better in the water somehow. This was the the grandiose Blackwood Falls that was the beating heart of the North, no. This was a poor comparison but it served the lady's purposes. She let the slither of flowing water wash over her head and split down along her neck. Her creamy white skin turned a dark stain as the waters made its mark on her. The belle was alone. She traveled the dense forest by paths that only she had come to know since her foalhood days, and here she bathed in what was her private chamber surrounded by mighty oaks and redwoods. There was a split in the branches of the ancient oak and that allowed some of the daylight to filter in so it was not so dark.
Today was a day that she definitely needed to be alone. The Amantius family was a shrinking name. It was unfortunate, Ceres thought, that her twin brother had not survived birth. With yet another daughter, hopes for the line to be carried on through her father's shoot was lost. It was a rather silly tradition in Ceres mind. One would think that if you cannot carry the family name, then you can be married to anyone you wish to marry. But this was not the case. Ladies had other purposes to serve if they could not be sons. They would bear the sons in the names of other great families and thereby bring the Amantius name honor and more ties in the Northern nobility. Ceres was growing rather sick of it. To top it off, her parents seemed all to in a hurry to be rid of her. The child wondered if this was always what the Amantius family stood for. Ceres had rather believe the tales her grandfather told her of greater times, and honorable kin.
Besides...it was not like hope was dead for the Amantius family. The line would continue through her cousin and his offspring. Too bad that was not enough. The minx had had a fallout with her mother again. Her father was enraged and sent her away. The lady fled to her sanctuary. There were no tears here. This was a place to let her spirit loose and think. She could curse as well if she wished though today she desired what was often times her only response to her own adversity: silence. There was something a kin to sadness in her blue eyes...or was it loneliness?
Who can love someone whose own family cannot love? Who is to say my love will not run so hallow like my parents? Perhaps I shall go to the South and abandon this life for something more meaningful and adventurous. After a moment she thought on this again. She could hardly think anything worse than becoming a Southern dog. Such was the way Ceres and most Northerners were learned. While the surroundings were silent with nothing but the fleeing winter gale and the waterfall, her mind was booming with commotion. If only she could silence that too.
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