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~~~Announcement and Tears~~~
I blinked as I walked inside, I didn't want to talk to mother, she wouldn't understand. How could she understand what I, an eleven year old, felt, when she was so much older? I began the long walk to her sitting room where I knew she would be located at this time of the day. Why does she have to have her stupid room on the 4th floor? Can't she have it on the first or the second floor like a normal person?
I knock on her door when I arrive, "Come in," a feminine voice says. I walk in, and see my reflection in the mirror. My royal blue skirt was dusty and had mud stains on it, and the blue ribbon sewn around the edges now had dirt permanently ingrained into it. The black shorts that I wore seemed to be in decent condition, that's the only part of my outfit that is. My pale blue shirt looks more gray than blue now, and the fur is matted. Two of the six ribbons on my right shoulder came out of the braid; the left shoulder seems fine though.
"Zaliestia! What happened to you?" my mother said. "Your outfit is in terrible condition."
I stay silent for a moment, "I fell down," I say finally.
"Zaliestia, I do not believe that, but there is something else we need to talk about. Your twelfth birthday is in two months. I know you wanted it to be just among family and friends, but your father and I have decided that it will be a formal affair. For the next week you will be writing invitations to all the local nobility, inviting them to the ball. Any questions?"
"Why? Why do I have to have a ball?" I cried out.
"Because your father and I decided that you are to have one," she answered. "You will also need a nice dress for it, I'll send the dressmaker to your room, you are dismissed."
I just stared at her then spun around, stormed out, and whistled Behey's Song, which is what I have decided to call it.
As the door shuts, the echoing hum that signifies Behey's arrival begins. When he was fully there I just flung m y arms around him and sobbed into his chest.
"Zali? What's wrong little one?" He strokes my hair.
"Mother is making me have a ball for my birthday; I don't want to have one! I just want it to be me, you, Braskie, Jecht, and Aurie, but no, I have to write out invitations for stupid nobility!" It's not fair! It's just not fair!
Behey picks me up and, with directions from me, takes me to my room. "Do you want me to get your brother for you?"
Still crying slightly I shake my head. "No that's ok. Will you stay with me? I'm scared. He nods and brushes the tears off my face. I really wish Aurie were here, he'd be making me laugh and would tell me how to make this ball fun. "Behey?" I ask tentatively, "would you and the other Aeons want to come to my ball? I'll write invitations for you."
"I would be honored to attend, whether the other Aeons will come, I do not know. We shall just have to wait and see."
I nod, smiling happily, that is, until the dressmaker enters. "Milady! Who is that?" she asks seeing Behey.
"Behey is my friend! Oh, and he's an Aeon too!" I tell her.
"What stories you have child, but sir, you will need to leave us, I must fit the young Lady for her dress."
"Very well, goodbye Zali, you know how to get a hold of me."
"Bye Behey!" I hug him before he fades from the room.
"First things first," she pulls out a big book filled with lots of fancy ball dresses. I looked through it and didn't see any I really liked. Eventually I just settled on an off-the-shoulders royal blue dress. The bodice was snug fit, it laced up the back, and the skirt was floor length, not too puffy.
Dress taken care of she bundled me into the tub and then took my measurements.
My hand would be sheer agony for the next week. Invitations are a pain to write, a pain in the hand.
Pronunciations... I realized that some of my names were a bit difficult to pronounce and I don't want them to be pronounced wrong!
Beheyshee - Buh-hey-she Behey - Bay-hey Zali - Zay-leigh Zaliestia - Zuh-less-chuh
~~~Announcement and Tears~~~
I blinked as I walked inside, I didn't want to talk to mother, she wouldn't understand. How could she understand what I, an eleven year old, felt, when she was so much older? I began the long walk to her sitting room where I knew she would be located at this time of the day. Why does she have to have her stupid room on the 4th floor? Can't she have it on the first or the second floor like a normal person?
I knock on her door when I arrive, "Come in," a feminine voice says. I walk in, and see my reflection in the mirror. My royal blue skirt was dusty and had mud stains on it, and the blue ribbon sewn around the edges now had dirt permanently ingrained into it. The black shorts that I wore seemed to be in decent condition, that's the only part of my outfit that is. My pale blue shirt looks more gray than blue now, and the fur is matted. Two of the six ribbons on my right shoulder came out of the braid; the left shoulder seems fine though.
"Zaliestia! What happened to you?" my mother said. "Your outfit is in terrible condition."
I stay silent for a moment, "I fell down," I say finally.
"Zaliestia, I do not believe that, but there is something else we need to talk about. Your twelfth birthday is in two months. I know you wanted it to be just among family and friends, but your father and I have decided that it will be a formal affair. For the next week you will be writing invitations to all the local nobility, inviting them to the ball. Any questions?"
"Why? Why do I have to have a ball?" I cried out.
"Because your father and I decided that you are to have one," she answered. "You will also need a nice dress for it, I'll send the dressmaker to your room, you are dismissed."
I just stared at her then spun around, stormed out, and whistled Behey's Song, which is what I have decided to call it.
As the door shuts, the echoing hum that signifies Behey's arrival begins. When he was fully there I just flung m y arms around him and sobbed into his chest.
"Zali? What's wrong little one?" He strokes my hair.
"Mother is making me have a ball for my birthday; I don't want to have one! I just want it to be me, you, Braskie, Jecht, and Aurie, but no, I have to write out invitations for stupid nobility!" It's not fair! It's just not fair!
Behey picks me up and, with directions from me, takes me to my room. "Do you want me to get your brother for you?"
Still crying slightly I shake my head. "No that's ok. Will you stay with me? I'm scared. He nods and brushes the tears off my face. I really wish Aurie were here, he'd be making me laugh and would tell me how to make this ball fun. "Behey?" I ask tentatively, "would you and the other Aeons want to come to my ball? I'll write invitations for you."
"I would be honored to attend, whether the other Aeons will come, I do not know. We shall just have to wait and see."
I nod, smiling happily, that is, until the dressmaker enters. "Milady! Who is that?" she asks seeing Behey.
"Behey is my friend! Oh, and he's an Aeon too!" I tell her.
"What stories you have child, but sir, you will need to leave us, I must fit the young Lady for her dress."
"Very well, goodbye Zali, you know how to get a hold of me."
"Bye Behey!" I hug him before he fades from the room.
"First things first," she pulls out a big book filled with lots of fancy ball dresses. I looked through it and didn't see any I really liked. Eventually I just settled on an off-the-shoulders royal blue dress. The bodice was snug fit, it laced up the back, and the skirt was floor length, not too puffy.
Dress taken care of she bundled me into the tub and then took my measurements.
My hand would be sheer agony for the next week. Invitations are a pain to write, a pain in the hand.
Pronunciations... I realized that some of my names were a bit difficult to pronounce and I don't want them to be pronounced wrong!
Beheyshee - Buh-hey-she Behey - Bay-hey Zali - Zay-leigh Zaliestia - Zuh-less-chuh