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Disclaimer: ~Tune of "this land is your land"~ (and a 1, a 2 , a 1, 2, 3, 4...) From the Grimhold Mountains, to the Southern Desert, I own nothing from Tortall!
Bubba's Revenge!
Arianne slipped into her room, quietly shut the door and sagged against it, burying her face in her hands. She thought to herself, "How am I going to get out of this?" Of course, it never actually occured to her to marry Schuyler. No, that was definately NOT an option. She sighed and walked the length of her sitting room to her bedroom. It's elegant light-blue hangings embroidered with silver thread didn't delight her as they normally did. It was just another reminder of WHY this was happening to her.
She hadn't thought about marriage, not really. Of course she had known that her marriage would be arranged. It was even that way among the commoners. She never thought that her parents would stoop so low. It didn't help that Iybola was a wealthy fief ina good location either. Or that Schuyler was an eligible handsome knight, just entering the age of 18. Arianne at on her bed and drew the hangings. It always helped her to think. She then set to thinking about how she was going to handle this.
About half an hour later, Arianne rose from the bed with a grim expression on her face. She knew what she had to do, and was prepared to do it. She went to her closet and took out a knapsack, brown leather in mint condition. She grimaced. That would never do. Arianne conjured up some of her gift (Kerry and Arianne were both gifted), which was bluish-white in color, and thrust it at the knapsack. This was a simple aging spell. In a few moments, the knapsack looked 20 times its actual age. Perfect.
Arianne hastily packed a few of her more ragged clothes. Then, she took out her favorite frock, which she couldn't bear to part with, and used an aging spell on that too. She then threw some hygenic items and ones with emotional signifigance into the sack.
Done with the packing, she changed into her "old" clothes. She sat down at her writing desk and took out a sheef of paper and wrote.
Dear Kerry,
Knowing you, you probably anticipated that I might do something like this, being you. Be that as it may, I must ask you not to let on that you know anything of what has become of me. Please burn this letter immediately after you read it. I know that you will understand. I can't marry him. I am almost certain that I will not be seeing you for quite a long time. I plan to go into hiding. No, I'm not going tell you where, and don't try looking for me either. By the time you read this I will be long gone.
I just wanted to let you know that I love you, and I promise that I shall see you again someday.
Love,
Arianne
P.S. Bubba will have his revenge!
Arianne folded her letter, wiping away a stray tear, and slipped it in their secret mailbox, an envelope-like paper behind a portrait of the Great Mother Goddess. She stared at it for a great many minutes, thinking of all she had shared with Kerry, how they would finally be separated, perhaps forever. She shook herself, set her chin, and walked back to prepare for her escape.
She took one last look around her home for so many years, hoisted her knapsack on her shoulder, and disappeared in a flash of bluish-white light.
Disclaimer: ~Tune of "this land is your land"~ (and a 1, a 2 , a 1, 2, 3, 4...) From the Grimhold Mountains, to the Southern Desert, I own nothing from Tortall!
Bubba's Revenge!
Arianne slipped into her room, quietly shut the door and sagged against it, burying her face in her hands. She thought to herself, "How am I going to get out of this?" Of course, it never actually occured to her to marry Schuyler. No, that was definately NOT an option. She sighed and walked the length of her sitting room to her bedroom. It's elegant light-blue hangings embroidered with silver thread didn't delight her as they normally did. It was just another reminder of WHY this was happening to her.
She hadn't thought about marriage, not really. Of course she had known that her marriage would be arranged. It was even that way among the commoners. She never thought that her parents would stoop so low. It didn't help that Iybola was a wealthy fief ina good location either. Or that Schuyler was an eligible handsome knight, just entering the age of 18. Arianne at on her bed and drew the hangings. It always helped her to think. She then set to thinking about how she was going to handle this.
About half an hour later, Arianne rose from the bed with a grim expression on her face. She knew what she had to do, and was prepared to do it. She went to her closet and took out a knapsack, brown leather in mint condition. She grimaced. That would never do. Arianne conjured up some of her gift (Kerry and Arianne were both gifted), which was bluish-white in color, and thrust it at the knapsack. This was a simple aging spell. In a few moments, the knapsack looked 20 times its actual age. Perfect.
Arianne hastily packed a few of her more ragged clothes. Then, she took out her favorite frock, which she couldn't bear to part with, and used an aging spell on that too. She then threw some hygenic items and ones with emotional signifigance into the sack.
Done with the packing, she changed into her "old" clothes. She sat down at her writing desk and took out a sheef of paper and wrote.
Dear Kerry,
Knowing you, you probably anticipated that I might do something like this, being you. Be that as it may, I must ask you not to let on that you know anything of what has become of me. Please burn this letter immediately after you read it. I know that you will understand. I can't marry him. I am almost certain that I will not be seeing you for quite a long time. I plan to go into hiding. No, I'm not going tell you where, and don't try looking for me either. By the time you read this I will be long gone.
I just wanted to let you know that I love you, and I promise that I shall see you again someday.
Love,
Arianne
P.S. Bubba will have his revenge!
Arianne folded her letter, wiping away a stray tear, and slipped it in their secret mailbox, an envelope-like paper behind a portrait of the Great Mother Goddess. She stared at it for a great many minutes, thinking of all she had shared with Kerry, how they would finally be separated, perhaps forever. She shook herself, set her chin, and walked back to prepare for her escape.
She took one last look around her home for so many years, hoisted her knapsack on her shoulder, and disappeared in a flash of bluish-white light.