Post by Lady Ashina Mal'orhe Kansior on Mar 2, 2004 22:26:31 GMT -5
~Slowly Ashina rose from her bed and stretched languidly. It felt good to be home again. A soft sigh and then she pushed back the covers and rose to her feet. Again, she stretched, the muscles around her spine contracting and stretching to ease their cramps from being kept in the same position all night.
Without conscience thought, she sought out Kahlan and felt her whisper to the wind. Indeed, today was a day of new beginning and burgeoning hope. A slight smile played about the rose-hued appendages as Ashina moved toward the bell pull located in the center of her room. Without second thought, she rang it and instantly there was a knock at the door.
Dulcet tones broke free in a crisp bid to enter and a maid scurried inside of the room. "Ye rang, milady?" A nod in the affirmative and then Ashina turned to regard the young woman who had come to assist her in her morning rituals. She was short and pretty with strawberry blonde hair and shamrock green eyes. Common enough, here in Ireland. Briefly, Ashina considered her own raven tresses, but, with a slight shake of her head she pushed the macbre thoughts that always sprang to the fore to ruin her day. Dark tresses did not mean one's soul was evil or her heart was black.
Again, dulcet tones rang throughout the room to address the maid, "Laren, I'd like to get dressed please. The hunter green gown if it suits your fancy." The words, while articulate, still held a deep irish accent that would stick with Ashina for the rest of her life. Sheila turned then to do her mistress' bidding and pulled forth the required gown. There was much to be done today and Ashina had no time to dally.~
Without conscience thought, she sought out Kahlan and felt her whisper to the wind. Indeed, today was a day of new beginning and burgeoning hope. A slight smile played about the rose-hued appendages as Ashina moved toward the bell pull located in the center of her room. Without second thought, she rang it and instantly there was a knock at the door.
Dulcet tones broke free in a crisp bid to enter and a maid scurried inside of the room. "Ye rang, milady?" A nod in the affirmative and then Ashina turned to regard the young woman who had come to assist her in her morning rituals. She was short and pretty with strawberry blonde hair and shamrock green eyes. Common enough, here in Ireland. Briefly, Ashina considered her own raven tresses, but, with a slight shake of her head she pushed the macbre thoughts that always sprang to the fore to ruin her day. Dark tresses did not mean one's soul was evil or her heart was black.
Again, dulcet tones rang throughout the room to address the maid, "Laren, I'd like to get dressed please. The hunter green gown if it suits your fancy." The words, while articulate, still held a deep irish accent that would stick with Ashina for the rest of her life. Sheila turned then to do her mistress' bidding and pulled forth the required gown. There was much to be done today and Ashina had no time to dally.~