Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2015 5:42:06 GMT -5
It was a good thing that they both chose not to dwell on the horrible event that had come to pass. Though Vyn made wonder of it, she could see that Juliette was upset and in turn, she was upset to think on such a thing. But the conversation of Knights did as it was meant to, and it distracted them both. Her sister loved knights. Vyn felt she could take or leave them, she understood why they were wonderful, she had read many stories – most men who were excellent fighters and sought to save a ladies honour were turned into Knights even if they had not been knights to start with after all. So she knew that the great adventurers of the world were also Knight- it was those she had the most respect for.
That was what Vyn wanted for her life. She did not wish to get married and force out a dozen of her husband’s children until there was a male for him to lord over. No, she had a wish to travel, to see the world, to document it’s people and all of the cultures within it. She wanted to draw things more beautiful than trees and flowers and mountains-
”…I want to stick them with a pin just to see if they bleed!”
Vyn found herself laughing, merrily. ”And who would you make your first pin cushion?”
”…I think you should meet Sir Tristan. He’s very handsome, and it’s so much fun to watch him try to talk to ladies…”
”And why is that?” Though a gentle blush found its way to her skin at the thought of talking to a handsome Knight, if only for just a moment.
The following descriptions of the people that Juliette had met in Vasile, a place that seemed so far away from Vulcanis and so out of Vyn’s reach, filled the girl with questions. In fact, she asked so many and so quickly it was almost as if she forgot to breathe; ”Why would the lady want to sneak out of her home? What did your cousin do? Did he stop her? Did he take her back? A scholar? How exciting! What does he write? Does he keep the books for your family? Does he write the histories? I bet he has so many wonderful stories to tell! What’s your sister like? Really? Is she like what people say about her? Who are the Vanns?”
”You haven’t been in the chateau yet?”
”No, I – I’m not supposed to go there alone, in case I mess something up or get in trouble-“ She flushed.
”Who is Aemrys?”
Gwyn smiled, a warm smile at that one though her eyes seemed to light on fire. ”He’s my cousin, one day he’ll be High Laird – like my Uncle. He’s funny- and very silly when you get to know him. But people always think he’s so serious when they first meet him… sometimes he’ll let me listen at the door, he’ll even keep it open just a breath, when he and my Uncle are in discussion of important things.” She gushed in the way a woman might of a super hero.
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Juliette Deveraux
That was what Vyn wanted for her life. She did not wish to get married and force out a dozen of her husband’s children until there was a male for him to lord over. No, she had a wish to travel, to see the world, to document it’s people and all of the cultures within it. She wanted to draw things more beautiful than trees and flowers and mountains-
”…I want to stick them with a pin just to see if they bleed!”
Vyn found herself laughing, merrily. ”And who would you make your first pin cushion?”
”…I think you should meet Sir Tristan. He’s very handsome, and it’s so much fun to watch him try to talk to ladies…”
”And why is that?” Though a gentle blush found its way to her skin at the thought of talking to a handsome Knight, if only for just a moment.
The following descriptions of the people that Juliette had met in Vasile, a place that seemed so far away from Vulcanis and so out of Vyn’s reach, filled the girl with questions. In fact, she asked so many and so quickly it was almost as if she forgot to breathe; ”Why would the lady want to sneak out of her home? What did your cousin do? Did he stop her? Did he take her back? A scholar? How exciting! What does he write? Does he keep the books for your family? Does he write the histories? I bet he has so many wonderful stories to tell! What’s your sister like? Really? Is she like what people say about her? Who are the Vanns?”
”You haven’t been in the chateau yet?”
”No, I – I’m not supposed to go there alone, in case I mess something up or get in trouble-“ She flushed.
”Who is Aemrys?”
Gwyn smiled, a warm smile at that one though her eyes seemed to light on fire. ”He’s my cousin, one day he’ll be High Laird – like my Uncle. He’s funny- and very silly when you get to know him. But people always think he’s so serious when they first meet him… sometimes he’ll let me listen at the door, he’ll even keep it open just a breath, when he and my Uncle are in discussion of important things.” She gushed in the way a woman might of a super hero.
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Juliette Deveraux