Amice's Viewpoints- " The Afterthought and the Dissapearing Act"
Thank you people for reviewing so promptly! just as a reward, here's something I cooked up this afternoon.
Amice is a lot harder for me to write about. Emma's been around *forever* to my point of view, and Amice is like, two weeks old, so her character's still a little wobbly. Enjoy! Review!
Amice smacked into the ground, raising a small cloud of dust around her. This Laylia was a lot stronger and faster than she looked. Amice got up and spun back around, feeling more respect for her opponent than she had a moment before. Laylia's fluffy blond hair was tucked back into a no-nonsense, severe bun, and already her forehead glistened with sweat.
Amice shook her head to clear the sweat from her own eyes, and watched Laylia warily. One-on-one fight sessions were a mess. She saw Laylia's right fist come towards her shoulder, and her left towards her stomach. Amice grabbed them both, pulled Laylia forwards, and moved to the side, bending the younger girl over her hip to smack in the dust herself. Laylia lay there for a minute then got up. Amice shook her hand. "Good match."
Laylia nodded, glassy-eyed from exaustion. As good as she was, her stamina needed improving.
They gathered their equipment and headed on.
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All her life Amice had been an afterthought. The Lioness had been nearly thirty-two when Amice was born, and all her other children were nearly grown. After that it was a rush to convert the study back into a nursery, the sitting room into a bedroom, and so on. Not that Amice didn't feel loved. She just always felt like an intruder. She was the one who stirred things up just when the dust had finally settled.
Going into trainig was her release, or so she thought. Then, everything changed. Amice had the Gift, which meant she had to work three times as hard as anyone else so that no one could say her Gift had won her shield for her. She was the Lioness's daughter, which meant she was looked up to and expected to be a leader.
Of every person in Tortall, Amice most envied Clarinda of Green Mountain, who just faded into the picture. Clarinda wasn't slow enough to be punished, or bright enough to be noticed, came of parentage that wasn't noticeable but still respectable. Where Amice was of extremes, Clarinda was always a tempered, barely noticeable medium.
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"Laylia?" Amice pushed the door open. "Laylia? Are you here? We only have one bell of time before lights-out, and you haven't worked at all."
Laylia's rooms looked completely devoid of life. Her spear lay on the floor, as if someone had dropped it. A practice glove lay beside it. This wasn't like Laylia at all; she was usually a very tidy person. Her books lay on the bed, with stray pieces of parchment strewn around them. Amice pulled one piece out of the pile. It had large, round letters. All it read was: I've got to get out or I'll never survive.
Thank you people for reviewing so promptly! just as a reward, here's something I cooked up this afternoon.
Amice is a lot harder for me to write about. Emma's been around *forever* to my point of view, and Amice is like, two weeks old, so her character's still a little wobbly. Enjoy! Review!
Amice smacked into the ground, raising a small cloud of dust around her. This Laylia was a lot stronger and faster than she looked. Amice got up and spun back around, feeling more respect for her opponent than she had a moment before. Laylia's fluffy blond hair was tucked back into a no-nonsense, severe bun, and already her forehead glistened with sweat.
Amice shook her head to clear the sweat from her own eyes, and watched Laylia warily. One-on-one fight sessions were a mess. She saw Laylia's right fist come towards her shoulder, and her left towards her stomach. Amice grabbed them both, pulled Laylia forwards, and moved to the side, bending the younger girl over her hip to smack in the dust herself. Laylia lay there for a minute then got up. Amice shook her hand. "Good match."
Laylia nodded, glassy-eyed from exaustion. As good as she was, her stamina needed improving.
They gathered their equipment and headed on.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
All her life Amice had been an afterthought. The Lioness had been nearly thirty-two when Amice was born, and all her other children were nearly grown. After that it was a rush to convert the study back into a nursery, the sitting room into a bedroom, and so on. Not that Amice didn't feel loved. She just always felt like an intruder. She was the one who stirred things up just when the dust had finally settled.
Going into trainig was her release, or so she thought. Then, everything changed. Amice had the Gift, which meant she had to work three times as hard as anyone else so that no one could say her Gift had won her shield for her. She was the Lioness's daughter, which meant she was looked up to and expected to be a leader.
Of every person in Tortall, Amice most envied Clarinda of Green Mountain, who just faded into the picture. Clarinda wasn't slow enough to be punished, or bright enough to be noticed, came of parentage that wasn't noticeable but still respectable. Where Amice was of extremes, Clarinda was always a tempered, barely noticeable medium.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Laylia?" Amice pushed the door open. "Laylia? Are you here? We only have one bell of time before lights-out, and you haven't worked at all."
Laylia's rooms looked completely devoid of life. Her spear lay on the floor, as if someone had dropped it. A practice glove lay beside it. This wasn't like Laylia at all; she was usually a very tidy person. Her books lay on the bed, with stray pieces of parchment strewn around them. Amice pulled one piece out of the pile. It had large, round letters. All it read was: I've got to get out or I'll never survive.