Post by Kahlan Lothair on Apr 12, 2004 20:26:40 GMT -5
~A low thick mist coated the earth as the inhabitants of the Castle reluctantly start to stir their stiff bones...intuitively she knew that Ashina was gone and therefore Adam must be after her. She rises slowly from her pillow and looks around the dank room...seemingly permeated by the mist..she casts a glance to the vacant side of her bed...Shaine was away again, but she couldnt beguile him his freedom even if she couldnt have her own. The Queen of Ulster...the one with the power...is but a slave to the whim of her people...she smiles quietly for a brief moment and slides from beneath the heavy crimson coverlet and places her bare feet on the cold stone of the floor...she cringes and crosses the room to the bellpull..upon pulling it Amelia her elderly servant woman walks in yawning~
"Ah, M'lady! This misty morn becomes you well." Amelia says as she crosses the room to Kahlan. Amelia wears a pale yellow dress gathered at her slender waist. For an elder woman she is still beautiful. Her long black hair is pulled up in a tight knot but shots of silver hair dance across the surface like marble. Kahlan had known Amelia for most of Amelia's life, for Kahlan is ageless and she smiles warmly when the woman embraces her and then rubs her arms..."Lady! You are going to catch a chill and it is not good for such a thin woman carrying a babe!" Kahlan can only laugh and kiss Amelia on her cheek.
"You are only looking for a reason to pamper me Amelia." Kahlan says with a grin. "Bring me my gown crafted in Avalon please." She says and Amelia bows and moves to the closet to come back with a finely dyed gown of such a rich emerald green that it bedazzles the eyes. Kahlan can only smile and then nod. The gown is simple without all the lacing and confining that gowns of the day boasted. The dress simply buttons up the back from the base of her hips all the way up to the base of her neck. The neckline swoops down into a modest scoop-neck and the bell sleeves droop a good two feet to meld into the flowing ripple of the skirt of the gown...once in the gown Kahlan turns to look at Amelia and the woman catches her breath.
"You look stunning M'lady." is all that Amelia can utter and that is saying alot, for Amelia never shuts up...Kahlan laughs with such merriment that it seems to light the room up. Her unkempt locks fall in glistening tendrils of loose curls and waves all about her face..making her seem surreal in the early morning light shrouded by the thick mist.
"You flatter me Amelia" Kahlan says and then strides to the window in her room and throws it open...the mist tumbles like a forlorn beast seeking shelter into the room and she takes a deep breath and hears the door open and close and she frowns slightly...Amelia leaving? She says and turns to see that a messenger has come to see her...but she does not know what he sees when his eyes go wide when she turns to him...Her lashes are ladened with the mist but it seems more like jewels of the sea for her eyes sparkle...her hair is crowned with the same little jewel droplets making it seem as if her hair is studded with the very stars of the heavens. A light sheen glosses her skin so that it too sparkles with a tender light that all at once makes her seem pale and fragile..but more than human. It is as if the very essence of the earth and heaven above wishes to cling to her very person and presence and make itself known through her...she looks bewildered when the man drops to his knees before her...the message of the absence of the Lady Ashina and Lord Adam long lost from his lips and never to be uttered. When the man is gone she shrugs and strides to the door and out.
Later that day there would be utterance of the High Queen being the embodiment of the Mother Goddess for the very essence of the earth was with her and her womb growing week by week, though the babe within her is still very small and her belly just beginning to show on her normally lithe frame.
She turns to Amelia and smiles lightly..."Send for the Bard. I need to uplift my spirits this day or I shall surely fall into brooding, which is never good." She says with a smile watching Amelia hurry to get the bard...a man she had seen little of and knew little of his skill. She moves into her waiting room which is the standard living room of the day and settles into a comfortable chair, content to be shoeless and waiting for the Bard.
"Ah, M'lady! This misty morn becomes you well." Amelia says as she crosses the room to Kahlan. Amelia wears a pale yellow dress gathered at her slender waist. For an elder woman she is still beautiful. Her long black hair is pulled up in a tight knot but shots of silver hair dance across the surface like marble. Kahlan had known Amelia for most of Amelia's life, for Kahlan is ageless and she smiles warmly when the woman embraces her and then rubs her arms..."Lady! You are going to catch a chill and it is not good for such a thin woman carrying a babe!" Kahlan can only laugh and kiss Amelia on her cheek.
"You are only looking for a reason to pamper me Amelia." Kahlan says with a grin. "Bring me my gown crafted in Avalon please." She says and Amelia bows and moves to the closet to come back with a finely dyed gown of such a rich emerald green that it bedazzles the eyes. Kahlan can only smile and then nod. The gown is simple without all the lacing and confining that gowns of the day boasted. The dress simply buttons up the back from the base of her hips all the way up to the base of her neck. The neckline swoops down into a modest scoop-neck and the bell sleeves droop a good two feet to meld into the flowing ripple of the skirt of the gown...once in the gown Kahlan turns to look at Amelia and the woman catches her breath.
"You look stunning M'lady." is all that Amelia can utter and that is saying alot, for Amelia never shuts up...Kahlan laughs with such merriment that it seems to light the room up. Her unkempt locks fall in glistening tendrils of loose curls and waves all about her face..making her seem surreal in the early morning light shrouded by the thick mist.
"You flatter me Amelia" Kahlan says and then strides to the window in her room and throws it open...the mist tumbles like a forlorn beast seeking shelter into the room and she takes a deep breath and hears the door open and close and she frowns slightly...Amelia leaving? She says and turns to see that a messenger has come to see her...but she does not know what he sees when his eyes go wide when she turns to him...Her lashes are ladened with the mist but it seems more like jewels of the sea for her eyes sparkle...her hair is crowned with the same little jewel droplets making it seem as if her hair is studded with the very stars of the heavens. A light sheen glosses her skin so that it too sparkles with a tender light that all at once makes her seem pale and fragile..but more than human. It is as if the very essence of the earth and heaven above wishes to cling to her very person and presence and make itself known through her...she looks bewildered when the man drops to his knees before her...the message of the absence of the Lady Ashina and Lord Adam long lost from his lips and never to be uttered. When the man is gone she shrugs and strides to the door and out.
Later that day there would be utterance of the High Queen being the embodiment of the Mother Goddess for the very essence of the earth was with her and her womb growing week by week, though the babe within her is still very small and her belly just beginning to show on her normally lithe frame.
She turns to Amelia and smiles lightly..."Send for the Bard. I need to uplift my spirits this day or I shall surely fall into brooding, which is never good." She says with a smile watching Amelia hurry to get the bard...a man she had seen little of and knew little of his skill. She moves into her waiting room which is the standard living room of the day and settles into a comfortable chair, content to be shoeless and waiting for the Bard.