Sitting at a well worn but well kept desk she allowed her eyes to dance over the words as if her mind starved for which the letter spoke of. The handwriting on the slightly damaged scroll was cramped and clearly written in a rush.
But she was warmed to have any news of the place she once called home. Placing an ash colored hand over the words she blinked a few times as if that would cure the burn that now itched at her eyes. So much has passed since she was forced from home just due to her DNA. Closing her golden colored eyes for a moment a simple small tear escaped those white lashes and slide its way free down her narrow cheek. Opening them once more she takes in a ragged heavy breath and lets it out slowly. She knew that life was over. She knew she held no claim to her family. However just to hear news from that place ripped the scabbed over wound off her heart once more. Why did she punish her self so? Why did she open herself to so much hurt? And why now? Shaking her head she lifted one thin small hand and removed the tear that had made its way almost to her chin, away.
"No, I wont do that again" She says to herself, though her voice was thick and wavering with the lie that escaped her ashen colored lips. She tossed the letter aside and stood.
Her home now had a simple dwelling, not rich in colors and fabric of that said former life, but she could say no one could take this from her. It was hers; and she worked hard for it. Walking to her mirror she picked up the brush she had left discarded on her dresser and pulled her hair back, pinning it off her face. Slowly that courtly mask she wore so often, that mask of indifference that so many knew so well on her. She had taken years to perfect this seamless effect, and it worked well enough to get her by. Though her eyes show slightly pink at this moment from that moment of tears, her mask would be enough to push the others away from her for now. She lifted her chin some as to make herself seem taller if just a little, and smoothed her hands down the full gown she wore. Always she made point to wear long sleeves, this hide away how much lighter she was than more Grey elven folk. She always made point to wear lighter colors to also give the effect of her darker in color than she truly was. It was enough for people to glance her away then look past her. The white gowns, her hair pinned back, and the mask. Those where her shields from the world.
Turning she slipped her feet into simple shoes and walked once more past the desk. She paused for a moment though and cast a look to it once more. Picking the letter up she cast her golden eyes across it once more only to then look at the to the fire. Pausing a moment as if she was lost in thought. Her birth mother was ill. Sick enough they fear she may not make it to months end. Ripping her eyes off the words once more she tosses it into the fire.
"Then let her Burn in the gaze of the Sun Gods." She said in a mono toned voice and walked from her home to start her day.
But she was warmed to have any news of the place she once called home. Placing an ash colored hand over the words she blinked a few times as if that would cure the burn that now itched at her eyes. So much has passed since she was forced from home just due to her DNA. Closing her golden colored eyes for a moment a simple small tear escaped those white lashes and slide its way free down her narrow cheek. Opening them once more she takes in a ragged heavy breath and lets it out slowly. She knew that life was over. She knew she held no claim to her family. However just to hear news from that place ripped the scabbed over wound off her heart once more. Why did she punish her self so? Why did she open herself to so much hurt? And why now? Shaking her head she lifted one thin small hand and removed the tear that had made its way almost to her chin, away.
"No, I wont do that again" She says to herself, though her voice was thick and wavering with the lie that escaped her ashen colored lips. She tossed the letter aside and stood.
Her home now had a simple dwelling, not rich in colors and fabric of that said former life, but she could say no one could take this from her. It was hers; and she worked hard for it. Walking to her mirror she picked up the brush she had left discarded on her dresser and pulled her hair back, pinning it off her face. Slowly that courtly mask she wore so often, that mask of indifference that so many knew so well on her. She had taken years to perfect this seamless effect, and it worked well enough to get her by. Though her eyes show slightly pink at this moment from that moment of tears, her mask would be enough to push the others away from her for now. She lifted her chin some as to make herself seem taller if just a little, and smoothed her hands down the full gown she wore. Always she made point to wear long sleeves, this hide away how much lighter she was than more Grey elven folk. She always made point to wear lighter colors to also give the effect of her darker in color than she truly was. It was enough for people to glance her away then look past her. The white gowns, her hair pinned back, and the mask. Those where her shields from the world.
Turning she slipped her feet into simple shoes and walked once more past the desk. She paused for a moment though and cast a look to it once more. Picking the letter up she cast her golden eyes across it once more only to then look at the to the fire. Pausing a moment as if she was lost in thought. Her birth mother was ill. Sick enough they fear she may not make it to months end. Ripping her eyes off the words once more she tosses it into the fire.
"Then let her Burn in the gaze of the Sun Gods." She said in a mono toned voice and walked from her home to start her day.