Kestrel Volant // District Nine
Jun 1, 2014 22:32:36 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Jun 1, 2014 22:32:36 GMT -5
She is Kestrel, the girl with the violin.
She's grasping onto a dream she can never have and she knows it even as the bow glides over the strings and her weight balances on only her toes. She plays with her entire soul regardless. Her face shines pale and innocent and pure with a dancer's thin limbs and dark hair that can't be tamed even when she tries to pull it back. She's strange because she finds love in the arts, in music and the way it flows through her. She's beautiful because when she plays she dances and her heart seems to fly like the bird she was named for.
It's no secret that her mother hates her. Kestrel was supposed to be a good little girl who would grow up to work in the factories of Nine without a fuss and find a decent husband. She was supposed to fit in, nice and proper, just like her two older sisters. She certainly wasn't supposed to grow up to be a little girl who was strategic enough to gamble with Daddy and then later the eighteen year old who still had a toothy smile and bubbly personality, whose passion was the violin her auntie gave her for her fifth birthday. It was a family tradition for the youngest in the family to play, she'd said, and Kestrel had smiled even as her mother scowled at the instrument like it was the worst kind of trouble. Kestrel's aunt loves her more than her mother ever will and it is she who pulls the beauty out of her even as her mother tries to force her into the factories and to be quiet and polite and proper.
But Kestrel is a free spirit, and her wings were never meant to be clipped.
She's grasping onto a dream she can never have and she knows it even as the bow glides over the strings and her weight balances on only her toes. She plays with her entire soul regardless. Her face shines pale and innocent and pure with a dancer's thin limbs and dark hair that can't be tamed even when she tries to pull it back. She's strange because she finds love in the arts, in music and the way it flows through her. She's beautiful because when she plays she dances and her heart seems to fly like the bird she was named for.
It's no secret that her mother hates her. Kestrel was supposed to be a good little girl who would grow up to work in the factories of Nine without a fuss and find a decent husband. She was supposed to fit in, nice and proper, just like her two older sisters. She certainly wasn't supposed to grow up to be a little girl who was strategic enough to gamble with Daddy and then later the eighteen year old who still had a toothy smile and bubbly personality, whose passion was the violin her auntie gave her for her fifth birthday. It was a family tradition for the youngest in the family to play, she'd said, and Kestrel had smiled even as her mother scowled at the instrument like it was the worst kind of trouble. Kestrel's aunt loves her more than her mother ever will and it is she who pulls the beauty out of her even as her mother tries to force her into the factories and to be quiet and polite and proper.
But Kestrel is a free spirit, and her wings were never meant to be clipped.
slow it seems that you recede
steadily and less to keep
subtleties of memory
in retreat
they soon will flee
{ beyond the veil }
steadily and less to keep
subtleties of memory
in retreat
they soon will flee
{ beyond the veil }
