Emma's Viewpoints-It doesn't need a title
I'm sick of this whole viewpoints thing, so...
Emma packed the last of her clothing in her trunk and slammed it shut. She noticed Amice leaning against the doorframe.
"So you're leaving?" Amice asked.
Emma nodded. "I'm of no use in a place where no one trusts me."
Amice came in and sat on the bed. Emma sat on her heels. Emma was an immortal inside, as much as a stormwing or wyvern, and could never die unless she was killed.
"Well, the whole court knows. What are you going to do now?"
"Start over. Live with the commoners. Pretend I'm a runaway from the Grimhold mountains and live as a hostler. Get married. Watch my husband die. Watch my children die. Die one day myself, maybe. Maybe live in the Divine Realms. But I can't be a knight. Not anymore."
Amice looked up. "You are welcome to a place with us, or at Olau, with my brother. But Emma, can't you stay?"
Emma looked at Amice frankly. "No. And I can't live at court. I'll just live in peace. And not worry about what people think of me because of what I am."
Amice nodded. She got up to help Emma with her trunk. "Just know that you are always my friend."
Emma clasped her hand. "Forever."
Yeah, well, Emma is going to live with the commoners, unless someone can convince me and a group of pages and squires, as well as Lord Wyldon, that Emma can come back. Which will be a problem, seeing as we all know how inflexible Lord Wyldon is. Maybe if I'm bored I'll do Emma's adventures outside the palace. And now think of this as you read Lorraine's: two down in the first two months.
I'm sick of this whole viewpoints thing, so...
Emma packed the last of her clothing in her trunk and slammed it shut. She noticed Amice leaning against the doorframe.
"So you're leaving?" Amice asked.
Emma nodded. "I'm of no use in a place where no one trusts me."
Amice came in and sat on the bed. Emma sat on her heels. Emma was an immortal inside, as much as a stormwing or wyvern, and could never die unless she was killed.
"Well, the whole court knows. What are you going to do now?"
"Start over. Live with the commoners. Pretend I'm a runaway from the Grimhold mountains and live as a hostler. Get married. Watch my husband die. Watch my children die. Die one day myself, maybe. Maybe live in the Divine Realms. But I can't be a knight. Not anymore."
Amice looked up. "You are welcome to a place with us, or at Olau, with my brother. But Emma, can't you stay?"
Emma looked at Amice frankly. "No. And I can't live at court. I'll just live in peace. And not worry about what people think of me because of what I am."
Amice nodded. She got up to help Emma with her trunk. "Just know that you are always my friend."
Emma clasped her hand. "Forever."
Yeah, well, Emma is going to live with the commoners, unless someone can convince me and a group of pages and squires, as well as Lord Wyldon, that Emma can come back. Which will be a problem, seeing as we all know how inflexible Lord Wyldon is. Maybe if I'm bored I'll do Emma's adventures outside the palace. And now think of this as you read Lorraine's: two down in the first two months.