Chapter 4
By XellAn-Chan
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AN: i will always be happy to answer questions...
Cyristal: the first song "Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose" is a song we sing at the summer camp that i work at. there might be another verse, but i'm not sure. the second one is a poem i wrote for a Lord of the Rings fanfic. it's called "The Jolly Lullaby."
Dove of Night: you didn't miss anything. i never really specified where they're from. some where in Great Britain, i guess. this is set in the Middle Ages, and that's just the way i make Medieval people talk. if you noticed, Ailleen has a much more pronounced accent, because she's not nobility.
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Come the next morning, Gloree ventured out to find the gypsy boy. She wanted to tell him she was sorry for getting him in trouble. So she told her mother and Ailleen that she was going into the orchard. No one would bother her there; they all knew it was where she went to be alone.
She plaited her hair and pinned the braid up around her head. Then she pulled on her oldest a dress, a navy blue crinoline, and fastened her brother's oldest cloak over that, drawing the hood up around her face.
The market was quite busy and she managed to blend in with the crowd. No one paid any head to the young lady wandering alone through the square.
Xellos was sitting miserably on the steps of the cathedral, his knees drawn up to his chest. He was watching as little Phibrizio chased pigeons and pondering over the state of his life.
"Yehr brother be very enchanting."
He looked up when a voice broke his jumbled thoughts. A girl hidden away in a dark cloak stood before him.
"He's not my brother." The boy muttered sullenly.
"Oh?" The girl sat beside him and drew back her hood, revealing sapphire eyes and a golden braid coiled around her head.
Xellos amethyst eyes widened in surprise. "Gloree! What be yeh doin' here?" She smiled. "I came to see yeh." He blinked. "Why?" She frowned. "I got yeh in trouble with yer mother. I be rightfully sorry." He smiled wanly. "T'isn't your fault."
Phibrizio came scampering over. "Gloree!" He hugged her, "Yeh came back!" She grinned. "Of course I came back. And I've something for yeh, Little One." His eyes grew bright with excitement. "What? What? Xellos, she be bringing me a gift!" From her pocket, she produced a fig. "I saved yeh this last night. Thought yeh mayhaps would like it." He took it greedily, then looked back at her. "Thank 'ee, Gloree." Then he ran off again.
"Is he really not yehr brother?" The maiden asked. Xellos nodded. "He be my uncle." She raised an eyebrow. "Yehr uncle?" Another nod. "He's Momma's youngest brother. When I were five and he were but a babe, my grandmother was raped and murdered. My grandfather were hung. Momma and Uncle Gaav decided t'would be best if Phibby knew not the truth. To the world, he is but my little brother." He paused, "The last time we were in Saillune...t'was right before. Dolphin was little then. She didn't understand what had happened. It...it drove her quite mad, losing her momma and poppa. I've never had a father -he was gone before I was born- but I canno' imagine losing Momma. ...I don't remember much about them. Grandma was pretty. I think yeh remind Momma of her."
He fell silent for a moment and she looked at him sadly. "I'm so very sorry." He soft voice pulled him form his reverie.
He looked at her seriously, then his expression softened. "Why're yeh really here, Gloree? Yeh don't belong with he likes o' me." She sighed. "Have yeh ever felt like yeh belong somewhere else? Like yeh don' fit where yeh were born?" She asked. "I don't think so..." He frowned.
She looked up, taking in the clear blue sky. "I...I be at peace when I be with yeh. I feel content." She said softly. "But yeh have it all. Why'd yeh want to have nothin'?" He was puzzled. "Nay, I have not what I need. T'is an empty world without love."
"Yeh're not loved?"
"No. Not by Mother, not by my brothers, and certainly not by Father. And When I marry, t'won't be for love." Her eyes welled up with tears, "I envy yeh so. Yeh're free to love as yeh please."
He thought about this. "Nay," He said slowly, "M' not free. Momma forbids me to love whom I wish to love." She nodded through her tears. "My father would be much the same way, knew he whom I love." Her sapphire eyes were upon his face as she spoke and he wondered. "Do...do yeh mean...me, Gloree?" He asked meekly.
"I do." Her voice was so low, he could barely hear her.
By XellAn-Chan
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AN: i will always be happy to answer questions...
Cyristal: the first song "Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose" is a song we sing at the summer camp that i work at. there might be another verse, but i'm not sure. the second one is a poem i wrote for a Lord of the Rings fanfic. it's called "The Jolly Lullaby."
Dove of Night: you didn't miss anything. i never really specified where they're from. some where in Great Britain, i guess. this is set in the Middle Ages, and that's just the way i make Medieval people talk. if you noticed, Ailleen has a much more pronounced accent, because she's not nobility.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Come the next morning, Gloree ventured out to find the gypsy boy. She wanted to tell him she was sorry for getting him in trouble. So she told her mother and Ailleen that she was going into the orchard. No one would bother her there; they all knew it was where she went to be alone.
She plaited her hair and pinned the braid up around her head. Then she pulled on her oldest a dress, a navy blue crinoline, and fastened her brother's oldest cloak over that, drawing the hood up around her face.
The market was quite busy and she managed to blend in with the crowd. No one paid any head to the young lady wandering alone through the square.
Xellos was sitting miserably on the steps of the cathedral, his knees drawn up to his chest. He was watching as little Phibrizio chased pigeons and pondering over the state of his life.
"Yehr brother be very enchanting."
He looked up when a voice broke his jumbled thoughts. A girl hidden away in a dark cloak stood before him.
"He's not my brother." The boy muttered sullenly.
"Oh?" The girl sat beside him and drew back her hood, revealing sapphire eyes and a golden braid coiled around her head.
Xellos amethyst eyes widened in surprise. "Gloree! What be yeh doin' here?" She smiled. "I came to see yeh." He blinked. "Why?" She frowned. "I got yeh in trouble with yer mother. I be rightfully sorry." He smiled wanly. "T'isn't your fault."
Phibrizio came scampering over. "Gloree!" He hugged her, "Yeh came back!" She grinned. "Of course I came back. And I've something for yeh, Little One." His eyes grew bright with excitement. "What? What? Xellos, she be bringing me a gift!" From her pocket, she produced a fig. "I saved yeh this last night. Thought yeh mayhaps would like it." He took it greedily, then looked back at her. "Thank 'ee, Gloree." Then he ran off again.
"Is he really not yehr brother?" The maiden asked. Xellos nodded. "He be my uncle." She raised an eyebrow. "Yehr uncle?" Another nod. "He's Momma's youngest brother. When I were five and he were but a babe, my grandmother was raped and murdered. My grandfather were hung. Momma and Uncle Gaav decided t'would be best if Phibby knew not the truth. To the world, he is but my little brother." He paused, "The last time we were in Saillune...t'was right before. Dolphin was little then. She didn't understand what had happened. It...it drove her quite mad, losing her momma and poppa. I've never had a father -he was gone before I was born- but I canno' imagine losing Momma. ...I don't remember much about them. Grandma was pretty. I think yeh remind Momma of her."
He fell silent for a moment and she looked at him sadly. "I'm so very sorry." He soft voice pulled him form his reverie.
He looked at her seriously, then his expression softened. "Why're yeh really here, Gloree? Yeh don't belong with he likes o' me." She sighed. "Have yeh ever felt like yeh belong somewhere else? Like yeh don' fit where yeh were born?" She asked. "I don't think so..." He frowned.
She looked up, taking in the clear blue sky. "I...I be at peace when I be with yeh. I feel content." She said softly. "But yeh have it all. Why'd yeh want to have nothin'?" He was puzzled. "Nay, I have not what I need. T'is an empty world without love."
"Yeh're not loved?"
"No. Not by Mother, not by my brothers, and certainly not by Father. And When I marry, t'won't be for love." Her eyes welled up with tears, "I envy yeh so. Yeh're free to love as yeh please."
He thought about this. "Nay," He said slowly, "M' not free. Momma forbids me to love whom I wish to love." She nodded through her tears. "My father would be much the same way, knew he whom I love." Her sapphire eyes were upon his face as she spoke and he wondered. "Do...do yeh mean...me, Gloree?" He asked meekly.
"I do." Her voice was so low, he could barely hear her.