Llorana - Familial Obligations: Change

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[  9] Llorana: Familial Obligations: Change
Thu Jan 13 03:03:40 2011
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom ( Nianica Jinquil Azaros Aelthran )
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It took longer to reach her parent's summer home on the coast than usual,
as she couldn't seem to muster much more than a dismal canter out of her
steed.  The creature seemed almost as exausted as she and, patting its
luxurious mane, she had silently commiserated with the elegant elven beast.
The idea was alone time.  It felt as if a long span had passed between the
unveiling of their Kyorl paths, their fiances... 

A deep sigh left her lips and as she rode up the earthen path, bracketed by
tall trees weeping emerald leaves, she let the memories pass through her
like dreams through a dream catcher.  Only, the threaded patterns didn't
filter the bad dreams, didn't catch the good ones.  It let them all go. 
The gentle resonating melody of a wind chime caught at her ears as she
dismounted slowly, grimacing at the strain of muscles that had been abused
for months.  She strove past the discomfort though and went about removing
her pack from the saddle before she lead the beatiful steed to the nearly
empty stables nearby.  There were two horses amongst the stalls, brushed and
at ease.  It made her frown, then sigh again.  It was probably the staff but
who knew? 
Shaking her head, she grabbed up a brush and after setting the saddle of her
horse aside, she went through the strangely meditative process of brushing
the pale coat until it gleamed.  It didn't lift her mood, which she had come
out here to visit by herself, but it did settle her and it was in a quiet,
contemplative state that she found her way later into the gardens. 
All the vibrant flowers were in full bloom.  Her mother had made something
of a hobby of it when they were children and traveling from city to city,
village to village.  The marigolds, the roses of many color and scent, the
violets, the lilies - the herbs that gave off calming scents.. 
Stepping into the center of the garden, wherein stood the ancient stone
gazebo crawling with white and red roses, she spied the only person who
could have made her feel simultaniously worse and better.  And striding
slowly toward the woman dressed in a strangely subdued style, she knelt to
set her head upon her mother's lap. 

"Have you come to bring me more weighty news, daughter?  " The tone was cool
but tired.  So tired. 

"No, mother.  " She whispered softly, hearing a new sort of weight in her
own voice that made her grimace.  "I came to be alone but, now that you're
here, I've come to tell you that you're right.  You've always been right
about me."