Scared « Thread Started on Mar 31, 2007, 10:39am »
Sitting inside her humble cottage, wasting away in front of the fire place, Shareia sat and stared into the fire. She waited and wondered what would happen and when the Flamen would gain control once again of her village. Now that the Great King was gone, what was to become of this beautiful village? Shareia stood up and walked over to a basket. She took out some string and a piece of white cloth and began embroidering it with an orange flower, back at her seat in front of the fire place. Strangely enough, she was going very slow, slow enough to be thought as an old woman, in her later years. She guessed it was because she was in a depressed mood. As she did this her thoughts of the war flowed through her head. She really wanted to help the Flamen out. She wanted to be the one to free her village. Overcome by these feelings, Shareia dropped her cloth and needle and stared at the fire once more. In her mind she imagined it growing with strength and Honor as if it were a fighter of the Flamen army itself. Boom! It was growing, scared at her own mishap, Shareia jumped up and ran to get her FOL from it's resting place, the corner. She grabbed it and ran back to the fire, which was now slowly coming out from the logs, threating to destroy her home. "Please don't catch on fire," she begged the room as she pointed her staff at the raging fire. It calmed down and she began to breath heavily as if she had just ran a marathon. Her cloth and orange string were gone, having been eliminated in the fire. They had fallen so close to it when she had dropped it, only leaving the needle left. She put FOL back in the corner and walked back over to the bucket. There was still some orange string left, but all the rest of the cloth she had were black. That one had been white, and so she readied herself to go outside and buy some pieces of clothe from a local vendor. She went out side and tied her door to the cottage with a strong magic rope. It was only unlock-able with very strong magic, or a touch from a blood relative of Shareia. Still breathing heavily from the accident, her back slid down her door and she landed on the floor, knees up against her chin and but on the dirty ground.
Shopping. Frankly, Minette didn’t even know what that word meant. In almost every city or town that she’s come across, she greeted with the same basic picture. Streets filled with people. What are these people doing? Shopping. For men, it was usually food for the family, or something for their wives. The girls were usually found shopping for the latest fashions, that Minette just didn’t take any interest in. Arriving in the city only a few hours ago, Minette has already managed to get herself lost amongst the crowd. Not that she really cared at the moment, though. Her mind seemed to be else where, or better yet, no where at all.
At the moment one could see that Minette was trying to balance on something. Or seemed to be balancing on something. In reality though, she wasn’t. She was walking on the solid ground like everyone else, only she was swaying back and forth, as if trying to keep herself from falling. Her arms were stretched out, and it looked like she was walking on an invisible tight rope. This earned her many stares from people and she would sometimes over here them saying things like, “What is she doing?”, “Why is she doing that?”, or Minette’s favorite, “Is there something wrong with her?”. People’s negativity didn’t usually bother her. Frankly to her, as long as they didn’t say it to her face she was all right.
Due to Minette’s clumsiness, it didn’t take long for her to soon come into contact with a rock, causing her to trip and land on the ground below her. “Ouch, that’s going to leave a mark.” She said calmly to herself, ignoring the laughter she heard from nearby people. She picked herself up and brushed the dirt off her shirt, and sleeves, before moving on to her skirt, and hair. After pushing the few black strands that hung in front of her face she realized that she had received a small cut just above her eyes. “Huh? Oh god! I’m bleeding!” she yelled, as if this was the most horrible thing in the world. “What do I do? What do I do?” she yelled over and over again, as she ran through the streets of Crystallus Catadupa.
Hearing nosies coming from the street, Shareia wondered what was going on. People were whispering to each other, as a girl seemed to be walking strangely. Shareia poked her head out to see what all the fuss was about. She saw a woman walking as as if she was having a hard time balancing on flat ground.
Shareia, realizing that the woman was of higher class then her, wondered why people like that were the ones who got the riches. She was either begging for attention from guys, or was crazy, which were the only two reasons that made sense to Shareia. "You've got to be kidding me," she said when she saw the girl trip on a rock. Others were laughing and but she was just watching, to see what would happen next.
The girl got up and brushed herself off, uncaring about the other people. When she realized she had gotten a cut, she started to run around, as if she was going to die. Oh big deal, it's just a small head wound. All head wounds bleed, Shariea thought. She stood up from where she was standing and walked toward the crazy scene, not knowing whether she should help her. Nervous of the difference in their classes, Shariea said quietly, "Ma'am. Excuse me, ma'am."
Upon hearing a voice, Minette turned to where it was coming from. She noticed a girl there, around her age she guessed, trying to get her attention. Even though the girl was of a lower class than she was, and getting help from someone from a lower class was rather shunned upon in her family, Minette didn’t seem to mind. She ran up to the girl and grabbed both sides of her arms with a firm, yet rather gently grip. “I’m bleeding! I hate blood!” She said in a rather loud, yet at the same time, panicky voice. “What do I do?” She yelled again and let go of the girl’s arms. She now placed her hands on both sides of her head, and was panicking like a mother who just lost her child.
Minette’s always been afraid of blood. No one really knows who her fear of blood started, she just started screaming one day when she got a cut, and every since than she’s been doing the same thing. The more Minette panicked the more attention she seemed to get. Unwanted attention for that matter. At any other moment, Minette would have loved the attention. It gave her a wide range of people to talk too, but at the moment, she really didn’t want it.
After a moment, Minette calmed herself down just enough for her to touch her wound again, and see if it was still bleeding. When she looked at her hands she realized she wasn’t and began to relax. “Oh, yay! It stopped!” She said in a happy voice. She fixed herself up a bit, and than put on a smile as if nothing had happened. After taking one last look at the people around her, she gave them a slight wave goodbye, and began to walk away. Before leaving though, she walked up to the girl that had called her before, the one the she was shaking. “Hi there! I’m Minette! Sorry I was shaking you like that, I hope I didn’t hurt you.” She said and let out a nervous laugh hoping she wasn’t mad.
Shareia smiled when the girl grabbed her arm, but quickly frowned when she said, “I’m bleeding! I hate blood!” “What do I do?” She felt the girl shake her. She wanted to punch the girl out, but decided not to. She watched as she freaked out.
"Well, first you.." But the girl let go and put her hands on her head. It was just a scratch! Come on!
She rolled her eyes, trying not to look mean, but well, she didn't like people who freaked out out of something so, so small. How was she a witch? Certainly if you were afraid of blood one could not be a good witch.
She almost walked away, but then...
“Hi there! I’m Minette! Sorry I was shaking you like that, I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
"Hello. Shariea. It's okay, I'm used to it," she lied.
"As for hurting me, a simple shake is nothing. It' s just a shake. And as for that cut of yours, it looks like it stopped bleeding. You don't get cut often do you?"
By the way the Minette was acting it was like it was the first time in her life that she had been cut.
As Shareia spoke Minette began to put a smile on her face. Before she actually finished making her smile, she began to lean in towards Shareia and studied her face for a moment, before pulling back and laughing a bit. Although the girl seemed to be telling the truth, Minette could tell she was lying to her.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you Shareia.” Minette said and gave her a slight wave. “And yes, you’re right. I don’t get cuts very often. I’m rather clumsy though, as you may have noticed, but I don’t usually get any cuts. It’s one of those rare things that usually come up- Oh, ha! Look at me. Rambling on about random nonsense. Ha ha!” Minette said as she laughed a bit, and turned a little red from embarrassment.
“I’m happy that you came to see if I was ok. I know I tend to “over react” a bit, and usually people think I’m crazy, and just leave me alone. So it’s good to see that someone is actually willing to help me.” She said shortly after. This was rather true. Not to many people would really want to find Minette after what had just happened, so she was rather happy that someone was at least concerned about her.
Shareia noticed the girl lean in, and yes, it was rather strange to her. They had just met, yet this girl was so comfortable around her.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you Shareia.”
Shareia nodded as if she was implying the same to Minette. Then she gave a wave, and this was odd, due to the fact that they were really close to each other, waves were meant for far away.
“And yes, you’re right. I don’t get cuts very often. I’m rather clumsy though, as you may have noticed, but I don’t usually get any cuts. It’s one of those rare things that usually come up- Oh, ha! Look at me. Rambling on about random nonsense. Ha ha!”
Shareia laughed a bit. "Oh no, it wasn't as obvious as you were to think. If I walked like that, I would probably fall too," she said while smiling. This girl might be clumsy, but accidentally nicking yourself every once in a while isn't that bad.
"Rare for you, yet common for others," she said to the girl referring about getting cut. It was a saying that her mother always told her.
“I’m happy that you came to see if I was ok. I know I tend to “over react” a bit, and usually people think I’m crazy, and just leave me alone. So it’s good to see that someone is actually willing to help me.”
Shareia nodded. "Oh don't mention it, I was taught to treat others they way you would want to be treated..well almost all others," she added, the last part referring to the AD.
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