Dawn
Tiara's eyes snapped open at the hint of light, peeking into the darkened room from the opened window drapes. She raised a hand to rub the sleep from her visage while pushing herself up from the bed into a sitting position. It was about five thirty in the morning, she guessed, already the birds were chirping outside her window and the sun complained about her habit of getting up late in the morning.
She stiffed a yawn and stretched, throwing her legs over the bed and onto the floor, the supported her weight on them. Her nightgown was short, then again, it was about three years old and doesn't fit right because she's grown in the last three years, but she just couldn't bring the heart of tossing them out. Kagestu gave it to her, and a matching one for Sara. She tugged the rim of the petite nightdress to make it cover the essential parts, then paced to the bathroom door and opened it with one hand.
After refreshing herself, she dried her hair with a towel and changed into a sundress, one that she bought a couple of weeks ago, one that Kastuge liked, if she recalled correctly, Tiara marched out of her room.
The hallway seemed endless, even though she lived in this large house for most of her life, she was still not used to the cold hallways and the half empty rooms. She shrugged the nervousness from her mind and stress suddenly filled it. She was supposed to find a creature, 'they' didn't tell her what it was, but mentioned it would be a dangerous work even for someone like her. Now she remembered the reason why sleep came reluctantly last night.
Biting her lower lip lightly, she stopped herself after realizing her actions. It was a bad habit, one she never seemed to be able to rid of, one that often show up along with the pressure of stress. She sighed deeply and walks down the decorative stairs, covered with the light red carpet, fading into the snow-white walls.
The stress was making her crazy, Tiara grits her teeth and turned towards her right after she stepped off the last step, the kitchen was to the left, but food held no lure over her at the moment when anxiety commanded her mind. Sliding open the glass door, the young woman stepped into the sun and stride to the flower field. That was the place where she always went when anything was bothering her, a place where she could almost call a second home when the weather was fair.
Breathing in the fresh air, Tiara danced into the field of blossoms.
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The petals flew with the gentle hand of the breeze, filling the sky with colors of white, red, blue, and everything in between. The air smelled of the scent of flowers, calm to the senses.
Grahm watched Tiara as she rested in the bed of petals, staring into the sky with her beautiful crystal like orbs. He leaned against the willow tree about a foot away, hiding in the shadows. She never liked to be disturbed at times like these, where the fairy danced in the field of blossoms and enjoyed the minutes without any tension in her life, but as a partner, he could not leave her alone, even at a place such as this. He was to protect her, even if it meant his death.
A cracked swig caused him to spun towards the noise, instantly alert and ready to battle with the worst foes in the worlds, but instead found another slender figure standing before him, a tell woman with beautiful long hair and a delicate air that always surround her.
Lena.
"I'm sorry Miss Lena." Came the response, an almost automatic answer for a partner.
Lena smiled warmly with a raised eyebrow as she paced forward, "no need for apology, you've done nothing wrong." She found the lying figure of Tiara in the mist of colors as a frown covered her face for an instant, then it was gone. "She's here again, I should of guessed." Turning her attention back to Grahm, she shook her head lightly. "I suppose you'll just have to deliver my message from the 'elders'."
Grahm nodded, shifting his weight to the balls of his feet for better balance as he pushed himself away from the willow tree. "Of course." No more words. He learned the hard way that speaking too much was a bad thing for a partner a couple of month ago, and finally decided to say only what was necessary and expected.
"Tell her that the 'elders' wants her too carry out their orders as soon as she can, time's not on our side." The young woman turned with grace and stepped away from the nodding partner after her message was delivered, her dress flowing with the touch of wind.
Grahm watched her leave, though he couldn't get a random question out of his mind. It wouldn't be a thing to ask Tiara about, of course not, and then who would be the next best person to ask? He dashed towards the leaving Lena and stopped as he reached her and paced a step behind her. "Miss Lena, please wait."
Lena's steps paused as she turned her head a bit to face the one that questioned her. "Yes?"
"Uh..." Grahm paused, finding the right words in his mind slowly. "What does, Tiara mean?"
Lena's eyes filled with shock as the unforeseen question, then she broke down to a light giggle. After she calmed herself, she turned her body fully around and answered. "It's a women's hair decoration."
His head tilted to one side as confusion coated his face. "What?"
The young woman sighed, disappointed at the lack of everyday knowledge known by the Partner, then walked to a willow tree. She tipped her toes and broke off a branch of willow and held it in her hands as she strolled back. Folding the long branch with both hands, she made a ring of leaves and held it out before her. "It looks kind of like this, but most are made of precious material like gold, white gold, or silver, embedded with gems. Most women love those things."
Grahm examined the tiara, picking it up with both of his hands, lightly as not to even bend a leaf. "Oh."
Lena turned once more, pacing away as a small smile crept her lips. She raised her voice to be heard as she began to disappear into the out stretching branches of different foliage about. "I do wonder about you sometimes Grahm, it's almost like you're in love with her by the way you ask your strange questions." She peeked toward him one last time with a small smile on her face, then all trace of her existence vanished from the garden.
Grahm stood where he was before she left, holding the tiara with one hand. He whispered to himself as another question emerged from the depth of his mind. "What does love mean?"
Tiara's eyes snapped open at the hint of light, peeking into the darkened room from the opened window drapes. She raised a hand to rub the sleep from her visage while pushing herself up from the bed into a sitting position. It was about five thirty in the morning, she guessed, already the birds were chirping outside her window and the sun complained about her habit of getting up late in the morning.
She stiffed a yawn and stretched, throwing her legs over the bed and onto the floor, the supported her weight on them. Her nightgown was short, then again, it was about three years old and doesn't fit right because she's grown in the last three years, but she just couldn't bring the heart of tossing them out. Kagestu gave it to her, and a matching one for Sara. She tugged the rim of the petite nightdress to make it cover the essential parts, then paced to the bathroom door and opened it with one hand.
After refreshing herself, she dried her hair with a towel and changed into a sundress, one that she bought a couple of weeks ago, one that Kastuge liked, if she recalled correctly, Tiara marched out of her room.
The hallway seemed endless, even though she lived in this large house for most of her life, she was still not used to the cold hallways and the half empty rooms. She shrugged the nervousness from her mind and stress suddenly filled it. She was supposed to find a creature, 'they' didn't tell her what it was, but mentioned it would be a dangerous work even for someone like her. Now she remembered the reason why sleep came reluctantly last night.
Biting her lower lip lightly, she stopped herself after realizing her actions. It was a bad habit, one she never seemed to be able to rid of, one that often show up along with the pressure of stress. She sighed deeply and walks down the decorative stairs, covered with the light red carpet, fading into the snow-white walls.
The stress was making her crazy, Tiara grits her teeth and turned towards her right after she stepped off the last step, the kitchen was to the left, but food held no lure over her at the moment when anxiety commanded her mind. Sliding open the glass door, the young woman stepped into the sun and stride to the flower field. That was the place where she always went when anything was bothering her, a place where she could almost call a second home when the weather was fair.
Breathing in the fresh air, Tiara danced into the field of blossoms.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The petals flew with the gentle hand of the breeze, filling the sky with colors of white, red, blue, and everything in between. The air smelled of the scent of flowers, calm to the senses.
Grahm watched Tiara as she rested in the bed of petals, staring into the sky with her beautiful crystal like orbs. He leaned against the willow tree about a foot away, hiding in the shadows. She never liked to be disturbed at times like these, where the fairy danced in the field of blossoms and enjoyed the minutes without any tension in her life, but as a partner, he could not leave her alone, even at a place such as this. He was to protect her, even if it meant his death.
A cracked swig caused him to spun towards the noise, instantly alert and ready to battle with the worst foes in the worlds, but instead found another slender figure standing before him, a tell woman with beautiful long hair and a delicate air that always surround her.
Lena.
"I'm sorry Miss Lena." Came the response, an almost automatic answer for a partner.
Lena smiled warmly with a raised eyebrow as she paced forward, "no need for apology, you've done nothing wrong." She found the lying figure of Tiara in the mist of colors as a frown covered her face for an instant, then it was gone. "She's here again, I should of guessed." Turning her attention back to Grahm, she shook her head lightly. "I suppose you'll just have to deliver my message from the 'elders'."
Grahm nodded, shifting his weight to the balls of his feet for better balance as he pushed himself away from the willow tree. "Of course." No more words. He learned the hard way that speaking too much was a bad thing for a partner a couple of month ago, and finally decided to say only what was necessary and expected.
"Tell her that the 'elders' wants her too carry out their orders as soon as she can, time's not on our side." The young woman turned with grace and stepped away from the nodding partner after her message was delivered, her dress flowing with the touch of wind.
Grahm watched her leave, though he couldn't get a random question out of his mind. It wouldn't be a thing to ask Tiara about, of course not, and then who would be the next best person to ask? He dashed towards the leaving Lena and stopped as he reached her and paced a step behind her. "Miss Lena, please wait."
Lena's steps paused as she turned her head a bit to face the one that questioned her. "Yes?"
"Uh..." Grahm paused, finding the right words in his mind slowly. "What does, Tiara mean?"
Lena's eyes filled with shock as the unforeseen question, then she broke down to a light giggle. After she calmed herself, she turned her body fully around and answered. "It's a women's hair decoration."
His head tilted to one side as confusion coated his face. "What?"
The young woman sighed, disappointed at the lack of everyday knowledge known by the Partner, then walked to a willow tree. She tipped her toes and broke off a branch of willow and held it in her hands as she strolled back. Folding the long branch with both hands, she made a ring of leaves and held it out before her. "It looks kind of like this, but most are made of precious material like gold, white gold, or silver, embedded with gems. Most women love those things."
Grahm examined the tiara, picking it up with both of his hands, lightly as not to even bend a leaf. "Oh."
Lena turned once more, pacing away as a small smile crept her lips. She raised her voice to be heard as she began to disappear into the out stretching branches of different foliage about. "I do wonder about you sometimes Grahm, it's almost like you're in love with her by the way you ask your strange questions." She peeked toward him one last time with a small smile on her face, then all trace of her existence vanished from the garden.
Grahm stood where he was before she left, holding the tiara with one hand. He whispered to himself as another question emerged from the depth of his mind. "What does love mean?"