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"You're too old for stories. You're seventeen, why did your father ever let you read these novels; putting such nonsense in your head." With her own words she sighed, looking off in the distance for a moment; dazed."
In that moment, I watched her, and moved towards my book, thinking she, being now completely oblivious, wouldn't notice. No such luck.
She sighed. "Oh…what am I to do with you Raina?"
I just gave her an innocent 'whatever do you mean' look. In that moment I went down to pick my book up again.
"No you don't." she said and snatched the book from my hands. When I was about to protest she interrupted. "I won't say it again. Now then, off to your lessons." She ordered and I, frustrated, walked out stiffly, knowing she could see the fury in my eyes as I walked past her.
On my way down along the dark corridors of my small castle I knew as my home, I was aware of a strong breeze coming through an open door ahead of me. The storm outside, of which had been storming for days on end, was coming down harder than ever. I ran over happily, glad I had an excuse to delay my afternoon lessons.
The room in which I entered was so dark, even with the window open and lightening flashing it seemed so gloomy. I walked over to the window. And by the time I managed to grasp the shutters I was already drenched. I shivered as the rain sprinkled onto my face. Finally I was able to manage it and walked out of the room slowly, partially because I was cold, but also because I was trying to maintain my time before seeing Mrs. Reno. She would be waiting, I knew.
I grinned, thinking of her reaction once she saw the sight of my appearance. My dress was practically soaked. I hadn't noticed until the chill of a droplet ran down the back of my neck. My hair, well, I didn't even want to think about that. All I had noticed was that my long red hair was damp with a few leaves that must've blown in. I pulled out a few of them to help me look more, I giggled, tame.
"You're late Miss Worthington." She stated though she didn't see to be angry, but rather frustrated. Probably of my being tardy, as well as my…well, let's just say she had an almost aghast look on her face when she had first seen me enter.
I answered politely nonetheless. "Yes Mrs. Reno, I was simply busy with other important tasks." I was telling the truth after all.
"Well, you're present now. Shall I begin with the lesson?" she asked cheerfully.
"Yes mademoiselle." I said. I wasn't entirely enthusiastic about it and it came through my voice. I knew it.
"You're too old for stories. You're seventeen, why did your father ever let you read these novels; putting such nonsense in your head." With her own words she sighed, looking off in the distance for a moment; dazed."
In that moment, I watched her, and moved towards my book, thinking she, being now completely oblivious, wouldn't notice. No such luck.
She sighed. "Oh…what am I to do with you Raina?"
I just gave her an innocent 'whatever do you mean' look. In that moment I went down to pick my book up again.
"No you don't." she said and snatched the book from my hands. When I was about to protest she interrupted. "I won't say it again. Now then, off to your lessons." She ordered and I, frustrated, walked out stiffly, knowing she could see the fury in my eyes as I walked past her.
On my way down along the dark corridors of my small castle I knew as my home, I was aware of a strong breeze coming through an open door ahead of me. The storm outside, of which had been storming for days on end, was coming down harder than ever. I ran over happily, glad I had an excuse to delay my afternoon lessons.
The room in which I entered was so dark, even with the window open and lightening flashing it seemed so gloomy. I walked over to the window. And by the time I managed to grasp the shutters I was already drenched. I shivered as the rain sprinkled onto my face. Finally I was able to manage it and walked out of the room slowly, partially because I was cold, but also because I was trying to maintain my time before seeing Mrs. Reno. She would be waiting, I knew.
I grinned, thinking of her reaction once she saw the sight of my appearance. My dress was practically soaked. I hadn't noticed until the chill of a droplet ran down the back of my neck. My hair, well, I didn't even want to think about that. All I had noticed was that my long red hair was damp with a few leaves that must've blown in. I pulled out a few of them to help me look more, I giggled, tame.
"You're late Miss Worthington." She stated though she didn't see to be angry, but rather frustrated. Probably of my being tardy, as well as my…well, let's just say she had an almost aghast look on her face when she had first seen me enter.
I answered politely nonetheless. "Yes Mrs. Reno, I was simply busy with other important tasks." I was telling the truth after all.
"Well, you're present now. Shall I begin with the lesson?" she asked cheerfully.
"Yes mademoiselle." I said. I wasn't entirely enthusiastic about it and it came through my voice. I knew it.
"Well" she sighed. "You might enjoy this one for once." She walked over to an easel and took a new board, propping it up against it. "Today, we do not have a subject for you mademoiselle" she added amused, "shall be choosing the subject yourself."
I was suddenly interested now. She smiled at my sudden change in attitude, clearly satisfied. I grinned at what she must've taken as a smile. She surely had no clue of what was coming. Of what amusement she would get out of letting me have this kind of freedom.
I glided over, to Mrs. Reno. She stood aside and took her place at the usual small sofa and picked up her book. I, still reluctant, didn't move. I wasn't sure how to start. I had never been able to be creative and now I sat there, my mind blank. What could I paint?
So I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. Let it just imagine on its own. And for a moment I didn't even think at all; couldn't think at all. Then, after what seemed like forever, I started to paint.
I wasn't sure why I thought of what I did. At first it seemed out of place. I couldn't make out anything as I stroked my brush on the board. But then, finally, something was finally forming.
It was dark. Dark blues and blacks. It only seemed to need dark colors. Like light colors would be swallowed up in it if I had thought to add them. I stepped back to look at it. I saw a dark figure, not exactly visible yet there were certain details that stood out.
It looked very strange as though it was almost in motion. A mist covered the figure, which seemed to be drifting across the painting. The eyes of the figure were so alive. So vivid, staring, not through the eyes of a portrait, but at me. I shivered, but could not retract my gaze.
"It's very unique." Mrs. Reno said from behind, making me jump. She seemed impressed. "It shows expression, thought subtle. Some features stand out to me. I must ask how you thought of such a thing." She asked.
"I honestly don't know." I told her still not looking away. I was mesmerized by it. But it was the truth. I hadn't known what my creation was or why I had made it. It frightened me slightly.
"Well," Mrs. Reno. "You painted for almost three hours, so you must've had some intent on it." Then she added. "Though sometimes with art you must paint what you feel. Your imagination paints for you, and you have no control. It comes out of you, like something you need to escape."
'Escape' said a deep, amused voice. It laughed with a growl. I looked around, suddenly startled.
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