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"Words are as rain on a stone wall! `Tis better to have loved in one's
life. A small sacrifice of virtue, of course!"
CHAPTER 2: "In Which the Distant Selenity is Seen Among the Others"
Despite their elegance, grace, and overwhelming beauty, the maidens were somewhat vain and haughty, always simpering over each other's own attractiveness. They were all very knowledgeable of all the aspects of love because their fatal attraction was not usually left unnoticed by many a gentleman caller. The only Oread who invariably kept to herself was the bearer of the thorny, blood red rose, Selenity. She is seventeen and as thorny and reclusive as the lone rose. The others, in fact, shunned poor Selenity and belittled her unappreciated grace and fairness.
They would scoff, "Pitiful Selenity! How homely and fatuous you are- never to have known a man or even looketh at one! Always alone and distant! Estranged little chit!"
`Tis true, most visitors of Constantinople would very well prefer the company of only the first six Oreads and not Selenity, but they, nonetheless, request to gaze upon the gorl for she possesses the queerest facial feature. From the result of a surreal fate, or just Discord and Strife's careless cavorting of magic, is a faint crescent moon on Selenity's forehead, between her brows. This strange phenomenon goes very well unnoticed by the other girls because either they never noticed before, hence Selenity's aloofness, or they choose not to. However, as a loss cause to poor Selenity, jealousy flares when guests insist on Selenity's presence despite the other girls' coercing.
Because of all the unwanted attention toward the awkward Oread, the others would alienate Selenity even more, looking to every fault at which to jeer or laugh. For instance, Selenity's outlandish hair had been a pawn in their cruel ridicule. Two picturesque buns adorn each side of Selenity's head, and from each of them hang a river of hair. They oscillate to and fro whenever she walked.
Despite the weight of hatred on her shoulders, Selenity still remained bright and animated. She seems to be full of felicity, but strangely melancholy at the same time. Many a romance seeker would be grateful to have her; even Heracles is enamored by Selenity's haunting face and resolute indifference. Perhaps Lavinia, Persephone, Electra, Romaine, Natali, and Elison were too forward, but the youthful, wandering eyes are a trifle more enraptured with the virginal innocence of Selenity. Nevertheless, they are still human, and one of the other Oreads, if not Selenity, is better than none at all.
The Oreads, a part of Heracles' court and Constantinople's greatest treasure, were a familiar face at banquets or cotillions, or any act of celebration of the Byzantine Empire.
Selentity, an obvious aristocrat of Constantinople, ironically eludes any festive and boisterous gathering or tribunal of any kind. She capriciously prefers the distance of her own empty, personal space to people. Heracles had granted Selenity liberty to wander anywhere she pleased. He often thought of marrying her off, but the girl desired no companionship, which seems to bring happiness to so many others.
Selenity never had the insufficiency of love because it was not something she fancies. Only roses, especially the crimson ones, seem to full the interminable void in Selenity's destitute soul. It was quite an unnatural obsession, but Heracles and Amphitritus left her to it, for it was harmless, and they hoped she would come to her senses and choose a husband.
One crisp spring day, when Jupiter is contentedly frisking off in one infidelity after another, Selenity managed to hear the other Oreads bantering about the mystics of past love affairs. Ostracized, of course, Selenity received the drifting conversation behind the cloak of yet another rose hedge for which she had begun to feel.
The eldest and always the first to speak, Lavinia proudly stated: "Why, the gentleman of my idolatry surpasses even mighty Jupiter himself!"
Romaine: "Ha! Lavinia, your idealistic beau can only give a superficial love, whereas mine has the will and power of the fearsome Chimera, but he has the wit of Apollo."
Elison: "`Tis true, but do your lovers truly value thee with equal passion? Methinks they lie from first kiss to wedding bed."
Persephone: "Elison, you fool, your words are naught but jealousy and spite, for any man who glances your way is nothing more than a hideous Mulciber!" At this Elison grimaced annoyingly.
Natali: "Words are as rain on a stone wall! `Tis better to have loved in one's life. A small sacrifice of virtue, of course!" She suppressed a giggle.
Electra: "Which brings a reminder; I pity the distant fool. Poor Selenity! Celibacy does have its consequences."
Then there was that spiteful and cruel innuendo as the girls found a much more enlightening diversion than love, which conveniently is scoffing at the only one of them who never valued love in the sense that they did. It must have been a skin-gnawing irritant to mull over the fact that people still express interest in Selenity, who basks in her sobriety. She will cede to nothing more, yet is still reserved the same attention. It is the Oreads' misguided belief toward the diffident Selenity, and they are so wrapped in envy that they do not know who to admit it.
Squirming in discomposure at the others' remark, Selenity finally delved into their mentality. What they so blatantly spoke of is just the damaging addiction of lust. And they so stupidly call it love, thought she, but Selenity is still human, and lust may strike her fancy later if not sooner. Hurtful at their words, as she had always been, Selenity returned to Heracles' citadel.
Perhaps the mighty and beautiful Venus would pity the maiden. The goddess had been known to satisfy her whims with pain and sorrow, but she regards a potential love when it is present. Venus did this time and sent a miracle to Constantinople.
"Words are as rain on a stone wall! `Tis better to have loved in one's
life. A small sacrifice of virtue, of course!"
CHAPTER 2: "In Which the Distant Selenity is Seen Among the Others"
Despite their elegance, grace, and overwhelming beauty, the maidens were somewhat vain and haughty, always simpering over each other's own attractiveness. They were all very knowledgeable of all the aspects of love because their fatal attraction was not usually left unnoticed by many a gentleman caller. The only Oread who invariably kept to herself was the bearer of the thorny, blood red rose, Selenity. She is seventeen and as thorny and reclusive as the lone rose. The others, in fact, shunned poor Selenity and belittled her unappreciated grace and fairness.
They would scoff, "Pitiful Selenity! How homely and fatuous you are- never to have known a man or even looketh at one! Always alone and distant! Estranged little chit!"
`Tis true, most visitors of Constantinople would very well prefer the company of only the first six Oreads and not Selenity, but they, nonetheless, request to gaze upon the gorl for she possesses the queerest facial feature. From the result of a surreal fate, or just Discord and Strife's careless cavorting of magic, is a faint crescent moon on Selenity's forehead, between her brows. This strange phenomenon goes very well unnoticed by the other girls because either they never noticed before, hence Selenity's aloofness, or they choose not to. However, as a loss cause to poor Selenity, jealousy flares when guests insist on Selenity's presence despite the other girls' coercing.
Because of all the unwanted attention toward the awkward Oread, the others would alienate Selenity even more, looking to every fault at which to jeer or laugh. For instance, Selenity's outlandish hair had been a pawn in their cruel ridicule. Two picturesque buns adorn each side of Selenity's head, and from each of them hang a river of hair. They oscillate to and fro whenever she walked.
Despite the weight of hatred on her shoulders, Selenity still remained bright and animated. She seems to be full of felicity, but strangely melancholy at the same time. Many a romance seeker would be grateful to have her; even Heracles is enamored by Selenity's haunting face and resolute indifference. Perhaps Lavinia, Persephone, Electra, Romaine, Natali, and Elison were too forward, but the youthful, wandering eyes are a trifle more enraptured with the virginal innocence of Selenity. Nevertheless, they are still human, and one of the other Oreads, if not Selenity, is better than none at all.
The Oreads, a part of Heracles' court and Constantinople's greatest treasure, were a familiar face at banquets or cotillions, or any act of celebration of the Byzantine Empire.
Selentity, an obvious aristocrat of Constantinople, ironically eludes any festive and boisterous gathering or tribunal of any kind. She capriciously prefers the distance of her own empty, personal space to people. Heracles had granted Selenity liberty to wander anywhere she pleased. He often thought of marrying her off, but the girl desired no companionship, which seems to bring happiness to so many others.
Selenity never had the insufficiency of love because it was not something she fancies. Only roses, especially the crimson ones, seem to full the interminable void in Selenity's destitute soul. It was quite an unnatural obsession, but Heracles and Amphitritus left her to it, for it was harmless, and they hoped she would come to her senses and choose a husband.
One crisp spring day, when Jupiter is contentedly frisking off in one infidelity after another, Selenity managed to hear the other Oreads bantering about the mystics of past love affairs. Ostracized, of course, Selenity received the drifting conversation behind the cloak of yet another rose hedge for which she had begun to feel.
The eldest and always the first to speak, Lavinia proudly stated: "Why, the gentleman of my idolatry surpasses even mighty Jupiter himself!"
Romaine: "Ha! Lavinia, your idealistic beau can only give a superficial love, whereas mine has the will and power of the fearsome Chimera, but he has the wit of Apollo."
Elison: "`Tis true, but do your lovers truly value thee with equal passion? Methinks they lie from first kiss to wedding bed."
Persephone: "Elison, you fool, your words are naught but jealousy and spite, for any man who glances your way is nothing more than a hideous Mulciber!" At this Elison grimaced annoyingly.
Natali: "Words are as rain on a stone wall! `Tis better to have loved in one's life. A small sacrifice of virtue, of course!" She suppressed a giggle.
Electra: "Which brings a reminder; I pity the distant fool. Poor Selenity! Celibacy does have its consequences."
Then there was that spiteful and cruel innuendo as the girls found a much more enlightening diversion than love, which conveniently is scoffing at the only one of them who never valued love in the sense that they did. It must have been a skin-gnawing irritant to mull over the fact that people still express interest in Selenity, who basks in her sobriety. She will cede to nothing more, yet is still reserved the same attention. It is the Oreads' misguided belief toward the diffident Selenity, and they are so wrapped in envy that they do not know who to admit it.
Squirming in discomposure at the others' remark, Selenity finally delved into their mentality. What they so blatantly spoke of is just the damaging addiction of lust. And they so stupidly call it love, thought she, but Selenity is still human, and lust may strike her fancy later if not sooner. Hurtful at their words, as she had always been, Selenity returned to Heracles' citadel.
Perhaps the mighty and beautiful Venus would pity the maiden. The goddess had been known to satisfy her whims with pain and sorrow, but she regards a potential love when it is present. Venus did this time and sent a miracle to Constantinople.