Post by Amariette Willowbane on Jan 8, 2005 14:47:52 GMT -5
Early the next morning Merope rose from the infirmary bed, her stomach full and her thirst quenched by the meal that had been left by the nurse the previous evening. Who would have imagined that such a simple meal would have been so delicious? Breads, cheeses, and fruits, her favorite being something called 'grapes'. The term was alien to her, but Amariette seemed to know it well enough. Considering the mind the girl possessed, getting around wouldn't be that much of a challenge, after all, when one had such free access to every single memory, thought, and feeling, it was no problem at all to...what was the phrase? 'Fit in'. She bathed, dressed in a set of clothes that had been left for her and materialized outside the door where a guard stopped her quickly with kind, but commanding words.
"You should not leave so soon Ma'am. The night was very difficult for you and you should rest and regain your strength." His gaze surveyed her in further detail, noting the healthy pink hue newly returned to her cheeks and the enthralling silver eyes that were more than hypnotic. At first, he questioned his senses and could have sworn that the maiden's eyes were green, yet when it came to being in her presence, one could never quite be sure of anything. In his opinion, she looked nothing less than immaculate at the moment, her body caressed in a crimson velvet gown with thin straps that hugged about her shoulders, the curves of her collarbone and the slender neck almost tormenting to view without touching. Thin silver embroidery traced the wide hem that covered the castle slippers on her feet, the stitching almost vine-like as it weaved and circled up her figure in exquisite patterns. Thick red ringlets, curls full of life and body framed her doll-like face, the masses of tresses falling freely about her shoulders and jaws, completely devoid of gray and of the type of color one could never wish to find naturally in the world. It was almost scorching to stare at such intensity and vibrancy and he found himself quickly lowering his eyes, rather ashamed to be so obviously staring.
Merope smiled boldly, she liked this boy, he was fresh and giddy in her presence, but that did not dispute the fact that he was forbidding her exit, which of course, would not do at all. Slowly, her eyes narrowed and her jaw set, a hand reaching out to cup his chin and draw his gaze upward to meet her own with a gentility that was otherworldly, "Though I appreciate your concern young man, you would do well to be reminded of your own affairs. My wellbeing is of none of your concern and my strength has improved greatly, though yours, I regret to announce, is very much the opposite." Energy radiated from her fingers into his skin, the flash of electricity illuminating her eyes as the guard opened his mouth to cry out but a sickening groan like gurgle was all that escaped his lips before he collapsed to the floor in an unconscious heap. Looking down to him in obvious disdain, Merope's lips were thinned into a tight line and she stepped over him to continue her journey down the corridor to Amariette's room. It was time to pay a visit to her first charge.
'Do we really have to go home Merope?' Amariette's timid voice emerged from the darkness of the mind, a child's concern,'I don't really want to face father yet with something like this. There so much he would be unhappy with me for...'
"Shhh...nonsense child..."Merope spoke aloud as she was meticulously packing the girl's things for their return trip to Chartha, "Brigham lied to you about everything. Your mother, the way she died, your very past. Don't you think you deserve justice?"
'I....I suppose so....but he only had my best intentions in mind....'She cooed, curled up within the shadows where she hid so desperately.
"Even with that being so my dear, he lied just the same. And we can't abide liars now can we?" Collecting the final things she felt were needed, she took a brief look about the emptied room and smiled brightly, satisfied with her quick and calculated work. "Now, you just keep calm and I'll take care of everything. I won't let anyone hurt you anymore, I promise. Now, ready to go?"
'Alright Merope.....I'm ready....'Was the only response that was offered before silence won over once again, the girl retreating into her corner once again to wrap her arms about her knees.
"You should not leave so soon Ma'am. The night was very difficult for you and you should rest and regain your strength." His gaze surveyed her in further detail, noting the healthy pink hue newly returned to her cheeks and the enthralling silver eyes that were more than hypnotic. At first, he questioned his senses and could have sworn that the maiden's eyes were green, yet when it came to being in her presence, one could never quite be sure of anything. In his opinion, she looked nothing less than immaculate at the moment, her body caressed in a crimson velvet gown with thin straps that hugged about her shoulders, the curves of her collarbone and the slender neck almost tormenting to view without touching. Thin silver embroidery traced the wide hem that covered the castle slippers on her feet, the stitching almost vine-like as it weaved and circled up her figure in exquisite patterns. Thick red ringlets, curls full of life and body framed her doll-like face, the masses of tresses falling freely about her shoulders and jaws, completely devoid of gray and of the type of color one could never wish to find naturally in the world. It was almost scorching to stare at such intensity and vibrancy and he found himself quickly lowering his eyes, rather ashamed to be so obviously staring.
Merope smiled boldly, she liked this boy, he was fresh and giddy in her presence, but that did not dispute the fact that he was forbidding her exit, which of course, would not do at all. Slowly, her eyes narrowed and her jaw set, a hand reaching out to cup his chin and draw his gaze upward to meet her own with a gentility that was otherworldly, "Though I appreciate your concern young man, you would do well to be reminded of your own affairs. My wellbeing is of none of your concern and my strength has improved greatly, though yours, I regret to announce, is very much the opposite." Energy radiated from her fingers into his skin, the flash of electricity illuminating her eyes as the guard opened his mouth to cry out but a sickening groan like gurgle was all that escaped his lips before he collapsed to the floor in an unconscious heap. Looking down to him in obvious disdain, Merope's lips were thinned into a tight line and she stepped over him to continue her journey down the corridor to Amariette's room. It was time to pay a visit to her first charge.
'Do we really have to go home Merope?' Amariette's timid voice emerged from the darkness of the mind, a child's concern,'I don't really want to face father yet with something like this. There so much he would be unhappy with me for...'
"Shhh...nonsense child..."Merope spoke aloud as she was meticulously packing the girl's things for their return trip to Chartha, "Brigham lied to you about everything. Your mother, the way she died, your very past. Don't you think you deserve justice?"
'I....I suppose so....but he only had my best intentions in mind....'She cooed, curled up within the shadows where she hid so desperately.
"Even with that being so my dear, he lied just the same. And we can't abide liars now can we?" Collecting the final things she felt were needed, she took a brief look about the emptied room and smiled brightly, satisfied with her quick and calculated work. "Now, you just keep calm and I'll take care of everything. I won't let anyone hurt you anymore, I promise. Now, ready to go?"
'Alright Merope.....I'm ready....'Was the only response that was offered before silence won over once again, the girl retreating into her corner once again to wrap her arms about her knees.