Post by pandora on Jul 11, 2011 13:35:54 GMT 10
Title: Aspiring
Rating: G
Character: Lianne of Conte (II)
Event: 400 word dash
Words: 400
Summary: Lianne has her own aspirations.
Lianne continued her perusal of the scroll; she was still becoming accustomed to the foreign text and it was taking longer than she liked to attain the knowledge she required.
Her mother’s presence was not helping. The queen obviously had something to say; she had never been one to sit idle, and Lianne highly doubted that sitting around watching her daughter study was on her list of priorities. Surely she had something more pressing to do.
Her mother smiled, folding her hands to sit in her lap just so. She had her ‘I want something’ face on, which was never a good sign.
“You are turning sixteen next week, Lianne.”
So that’s what this is about.
“I wanted to ask you what your intentions are.”
“My intentions, mother?”
“Yes, daughter, your intentions.” She saw her mother’s lips quirk; they knew this game well. “Regarding whether you intend to join the Queen’s Ladies.”
Honesty or ambiguity? Honesty would be ideal. But you do not tell Thayet the Peerless ‘no’. And you certainly do not tell her it’s because you find the way she forces her progressive ideals on everyone around her to be narrow-minded and somewhat repugnant.
Lianne had no interest in her mother’s designs, but one must not oppose one’s parents so directly.
“To be honest, mother, I’ve been so focussed on my studies I haven’t had the chance to think about it. I’ll consider it at some point I’m sure. I’m reading the most fascinating history on the Bazhir and their elemental magics.” Ah, faithful ambiguity.
The queen’s lips still smiled, but her eyes had cooled. “But you will consider it. Your place is of course guaranteed. I’m sure your sister would like your company.”
Ah, Kally; mother’s prodigy. But we cannot all follow in our mother’s footsteps; the realm could not handle so many good intentions.
“Perhaps you should take a break from your studies; explore Tortall.” Her mother was nothing if not persistent. “Books and scrolls can only teach you so much.”
Lianne smiled in turn. “What an excellent idea, mother. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must return this scroll.” Before father notices it’s gone.
“Certainly, Lianne.” Her mother rose. “We can discuss this later.”
And so Lianne would deter and deflect, hoping by the time her mother realised she had absolutely no intention of joining the Queen’s Ladies, Vania would be turning sixteen.
Rating: G
Character: Lianne of Conte (II)
Event: 400 word dash
Words: 400
Summary: Lianne has her own aspirations.
Lianne continued her perusal of the scroll; she was still becoming accustomed to the foreign text and it was taking longer than she liked to attain the knowledge she required.
Her mother’s presence was not helping. The queen obviously had something to say; she had never been one to sit idle, and Lianne highly doubted that sitting around watching her daughter study was on her list of priorities. Surely she had something more pressing to do.
Her mother smiled, folding her hands to sit in her lap just so. She had her ‘I want something’ face on, which was never a good sign.
“You are turning sixteen next week, Lianne.”
So that’s what this is about.
“I wanted to ask you what your intentions are.”
“My intentions, mother?”
“Yes, daughter, your intentions.” She saw her mother’s lips quirk; they knew this game well. “Regarding whether you intend to join the Queen’s Ladies.”
Honesty or ambiguity? Honesty would be ideal. But you do not tell Thayet the Peerless ‘no’. And you certainly do not tell her it’s because you find the way she forces her progressive ideals on everyone around her to be narrow-minded and somewhat repugnant.
Lianne had no interest in her mother’s designs, but one must not oppose one’s parents so directly.
“To be honest, mother, I’ve been so focussed on my studies I haven’t had the chance to think about it. I’ll consider it at some point I’m sure. I’m reading the most fascinating history on the Bazhir and their elemental magics.” Ah, faithful ambiguity.
The queen’s lips still smiled, but her eyes had cooled. “But you will consider it. Your place is of course guaranteed. I’m sure your sister would like your company.”
Ah, Kally; mother’s prodigy. But we cannot all follow in our mother’s footsteps; the realm could not handle so many good intentions.
“Perhaps you should take a break from your studies; explore Tortall.” Her mother was nothing if not persistent. “Books and scrolls can only teach you so much.”
Lianne smiled in turn. “What an excellent idea, mother. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must return this scroll.” Before father notices it’s gone.
“Certainly, Lianne.” Her mother rose. “We can discuss this later.”
And so Lianne would deter and deflect, hoping by the time her mother realised she had absolutely no intention of joining the Queen’s Ladies, Vania would be turning sixteen.