Miss Clarie`s Adventure (open to anyone)
May 21, 2012 10:02:04 GMT -5
Post by ashestofire on May 21, 2012 10:02:04 GMT -5
Coming out of her door Lys smiled as she basked in the warming light of the suns rays, she inhaled trying to capture the very essence of the moment, after-all, A moment she could steal outside was a moment treasured, Since it was only so often she was able to sneak out, and that she was only allowed to go outside with her father for balls, and they were only at night. Deciding she wanted to capture the moment she hooked up the white dress she was wearing and sat down on her knees on the wooden porch.
She flipped open her drawing pad and took in the scene trying to capture the perfect piece to add to her collection of moments. Having the correct picture in her mind she began to sketch, after a few papers of only useless trash she sighed frustrated as she was unable to draw, the bandages that was tightened around her arms disabling the movement in both of her wrists. With her frustrated sigh she began slowly unwrapping her right hand reveling in the pain as her recently opened wounds protested as the bandages preventing them from tearing even more was, oh so delicately ripped. Rolling her wrist she paused for a moment to adjust once again to her hand. She stared at her hand as the deeper cuts reopened and began to bleed once again. She was transfixed by the dripping red substance that flowed down her forearm and stained her once white dressed.
A sound knocked her out of her haze, she slowly looked up to find an explanation to the sound but found none as the neighborhood settled back into it's usual calm. She resumed her drawing now satisfied with how it was turning out. The charcoal efficiently traveled along the paper, creating intricate designs.
When she finished she held the drawing at eye length with her good hand to analyze her work. Her expression settled into a frown as she looked to the burning building she had drawn once again. Her confusion turned into anger. This picture had persecuted her for far to long. She had a feeling that Miss Clarie would know what what to do. Getting up she threw the intricate drawing up and let out a frustrated scream, she turned around intending to stalk up to her room and demand an explanation to Miss Clarie, thinking better of it she sighed, then turned around and picked up the abandoned drawing, then stalked up to her room. Throwing the paper on a enormous pile of drawings that all looked exactly the same, save for a few details, she stalked up to Miss Clarie grabbed the doll and went off to find the cottage Miss Clarie always mentioned.
Coming up to the the middle of the street she held the porcelain doll at eye level, her right hand still bleeding. Paying no minded to the people who went along with their day, sometimes sparing a curious glance in her direction she waited for further instructions from a currently silent doll. With a sigh Miss Clarie finally relented, but on one condition, worried about her safety, The doll told her that she must find a knight, to help her find the way, then to walk towards the city gate, that only outside she would find the answer to her enigma, and Miss Clarie stressed out how important it was that they would not get caught. Determined to solve this adventure Elysiana took the dolls hand and ran to the to the training ground in search of her knight.
She came to a breathless stop, her blood stained appearance now blending into the many training soldiers that were decorated wit battle scars of all shapes and sizes. She looked around in search of the perfect warrior to become her knight wandering vaguely around the grounds paying no mind to where she was going,Miss Clarie sighed and muttered something about no disregard to their lives. She frowned and absentmindedly played with her raven hair, they were so many people that she was overwhelmed, her entire body hands itching to begin to train as well.
She flipped open her drawing pad and took in the scene trying to capture the perfect piece to add to her collection of moments. Having the correct picture in her mind she began to sketch, after a few papers of only useless trash she sighed frustrated as she was unable to draw, the bandages that was tightened around her arms disabling the movement in both of her wrists. With her frustrated sigh she began slowly unwrapping her right hand reveling in the pain as her recently opened wounds protested as the bandages preventing them from tearing even more was, oh so delicately ripped. Rolling her wrist she paused for a moment to adjust once again to her hand. She stared at her hand as the deeper cuts reopened and began to bleed once again. She was transfixed by the dripping red substance that flowed down her forearm and stained her once white dressed.
A sound knocked her out of her haze, she slowly looked up to find an explanation to the sound but found none as the neighborhood settled back into it's usual calm. She resumed her drawing now satisfied with how it was turning out. The charcoal efficiently traveled along the paper, creating intricate designs.
When she finished she held the drawing at eye length with her good hand to analyze her work. Her expression settled into a frown as she looked to the burning building she had drawn once again. Her confusion turned into anger. This picture had persecuted her for far to long. She had a feeling that Miss Clarie would know what what to do. Getting up she threw the intricate drawing up and let out a frustrated scream, she turned around intending to stalk up to her room and demand an explanation to Miss Clarie, thinking better of it she sighed, then turned around and picked up the abandoned drawing, then stalked up to her room. Throwing the paper on a enormous pile of drawings that all looked exactly the same, save for a few details, she stalked up to Miss Clarie grabbed the doll and went off to find the cottage Miss Clarie always mentioned.
Coming up to the the middle of the street she held the porcelain doll at eye level, her right hand still bleeding. Paying no minded to the people who went along with their day, sometimes sparing a curious glance in her direction she waited for further instructions from a currently silent doll. With a sigh Miss Clarie finally relented, but on one condition, worried about her safety, The doll told her that she must find a knight, to help her find the way, then to walk towards the city gate, that only outside she would find the answer to her enigma, and Miss Clarie stressed out how important it was that they would not get caught. Determined to solve this adventure Elysiana took the dolls hand and ran to the to the training ground in search of her knight.
She came to a breathless stop, her blood stained appearance now blending into the many training soldiers that were decorated wit battle scars of all shapes and sizes. She looked around in search of the perfect warrior to become her knight wandering vaguely around the grounds paying no mind to where she was going,Miss Clarie sighed and muttered something about no disregard to their lives. She frowned and absentmindedly played with her raven hair, they were so many people that she was overwhelmed, her entire body hands itching to begin to train as well.
