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A young woman in a large, pale yellow dress, carrying a white parasol is walking along a quite dirt road, and sits under a large oak tree. She looks around at the sky, her bright blue eyes twinkling with content as a soft breeze blows through and her firey, long red hair is thrown back over her shoulders. She begins to hum an unnamable tune.
Taylora felt her heart beat faster. The guys on the other sides where in their running stances. She deepened hers and waited the finish line rather far away. The anouncer yelled "Now!!" And she ran. Her legs where pumping and she was almost there. 3, 2, 1! She had won the race. After being congradulated, she walked towards the old oak tree. This was great, Brookie, her ferret ran next to her. She was dusty and dirty and had sweat running down her back and face.
Syradame looks over at the girl walking towards her and smiles softly, her gaze now falling down to the ferret and her smile grows. "I'm sorry, do you need me to move?" Her voice matches her appearance, soft and mucical
Taylora jumped, she hadn't noticed being to wrapped up in her victory to notice anyone else. She rubbed her dirty hands on her shorts, "Naw that's okay, you don't have to." She leaned against the tree smiling, still thinking of the guys and their look when she had won.
She nods towards where the race had taken place "Congratulations, you're quite fast, and those boys couldn't seem to believe it." She smiles warmly to this stranger and her pet.
"You saw that" She grinned. "I work on a farm so I'm used to running and stuff. I just became the fasted teenager in this village." Brookie jumped onto her shoulders and she pet his face.
She nods a little, her smile remaining in place. "Well, if any of those boys try to say any different, you have a witness."
"Yup, I guess so right" She looked at the girl "Who are you" she asked
She stands up, making sure the heels of her shoes were straight so she wouldn't fall. Once standing, she flattens her dress and hold up her parasol to block the sun. "My name is Syradame." She courtsies and looks over the girl again. "And yourself?"
She grinned, "I'm Taylora."
She bows her head to you, red hair cascading over her exposed shoulders like a waterfall of fire. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Taylora."
"uh, you to.. where do you come from?? I live on a farm down that way" She pointed around the way she had come from. "I live with me dad and mums brother."
She looks down the way you point and nods a little "I live on the settlement, in one of the manors, the same direction."
"Oh, my mother lives that way to" She carlessly pushed her bangs out of her eyes and pulled an apple out of her pocket and after whiping it off on her dirty clothes she bit into it.
She smiles softly and nods. "Hmm, this may be a bit forward, but, your parents. They're..no longer together?" Her accent is almost unnoticable after all of her speech training. Unable to keep her hand back, she tucks your hair behind your ear and flattens it properly.
Taylora looked at her "Well, kinda, and kinda not. You see, my parents weren't married and Dad was poor and she was rich with very uptight parents. They were shocked when they found she was pregnant and hold a constant grudge over me and my dad. But she loves him, she just can't leave. She was pretty young when she had me. So pretty much, I'm a b*****d child with parents who love each other" She finished brightly "Want some apple" She offered.
She frowns a little, but accepts the apple, taking a small bite of out it. "Thank you. Where did you're uncle come in?"
She took another big bite of apple "Well" She said after she swallowed "He really likes my dad, so when I was born he was the one who took me to my dad. And his parents got so mad that he had anything to do with my dad that he couldn't come back, so he stays with us." She took another bite, licking her lips
She nods yet again, walking around the tree, placing her parasol on the ground where she was originally sitting, and she slips out of her heeled shoes. "What if your Mother did that too? Came back to you and your Father I mean."
Taylora stopped eating and looked at her.. "I don't know... I've never thought about that..." She rubbed the back of her leg with one leather boot and thought. "I guess dad and uncle would be glad.. I guess.. but maybe not.. I don't know."
She cocks her head to one side "Does your Father like your Uncle?" Still going around the tree, she ends up standing right in front of you. She's only a couple inches shorter than you; if she put her heels back on, we would be the same height.
"Yeah, I think so, I mean they work together and he did bring me to my dad. I haven't seen them real close together for a while, cause there bother so busy" She looked at you and pushed her bangs again.
She fixes your hair once again, smiling as she does so. "Maybe, if your Dad does like your Uncle, they can be happy together. Do you see your Mum often?"
"Never" She replied. Brookie ran off her shoulder and on to the ground and then stood on your shoe. She grinned.
She looks down at the ferret and smiles brightly, "Well hello." She looks back to you and frowns a little, bending down to see your pet better. "Why not?"
She looks down at you "Cause her parents don't want her to" She said simply.
She shakes her head and pets your ferret's head. "What if I helped? I mean, does she live in the settlement?"
"Uh, I think so.... I could ask my dad tonight....." Remembering her manors she added "Do you want me to walk you home?"
She smiles softly and nods. "The company would be wonderful. I always do the walk alone." She goes back around the tree and grabs her parasol and heels, slipping back into them, careful of your pet.
She walked down the road with you and paused, asking "Which manor do you live in?"
She stops as well, turning to you. "The one closest to the edge of the village. Almost on the outskirts of town."
"Alright, that's not to far, I can still get home before dark" She walked more down the road. As you walk she asked, "why are you so interested with my family?"
She blushes a little and shakes her head slightly "I was raised from an adopted family. I was left on my Mother and Father's door step by my actual parents. They took me in and raised me to value family more than anything, at the same time raising me with their lifestyle."
"and I thought rich people care all about munny" She laughed, "Well almost there, why don't you tell me about your family??"
She shrugs a little and smiles. "Not much to tell, honestly. Father owns part of the plantation that the settlement is based on. Mother is best at being proper and she is raising me the same way. We have to be sociable and nothing except our outfits can stand out." She looks down at her dress and sighs softly. "I feel ridiculous wearing these dresses and always carrying a parasol so I never gain any color. Also.." She pauses, blushes slightly and shakes her head. "I just can not help but feel I do not belong somewhere I can not be different."
"Thats not always true, I mean, look at me, I'm the only girl who can race, I've never seen me mum, I'm a b*****d, I'm the only girl who can work, and I basically have two dads"
She nods a little, seeing the outline of her home in the dimming light. "You are lucky. That is why I go on my walks; it is the only time I do not have one of Mothers friends telling me to straighten up or keep my shoes on." She laughs at herself a little, feeling jealous towards the girl she had just met
[OMG. sorry. gonk my painkillers worked last night, I was fast asleep by 8pm, woke up at 11am and i worked tonight. i just got home and attacked my computer]
"That sounds terrible. No one ever tells me that..." She stopped at the manor "Is this it?"
(no problem, it's like 1:00 now here and I was still asleep. I planed to wake up at like 9:00!!)
She looks up from her feet and nods. "Yes. Thank you for walking with me. Will you be all right getting home?
"Oh yeah, I know these roads like the back of my hand" She answered. "Um...so will I see you tommarow?"
She laughs softly and musically "I go to that tree almost daily. I sit there for hours, normally leaving first thing."
 Amour de la Deesse · Mon Jul 13, 2009 @ 08:48am · 0 Comments |
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