It was evening before I finally re opened my eyes. Light was not reflecting off of the mirriors in the bedroom, which made me happy, as I did not have to squint. I could easily look about the room, and noticed that it really wasn't all that big, it was just the mirriors that made it appear that way.
I felt drowzy, but I had a right to be. After walking all those miles on my own, I was surprised that I didnt sleep for at least a week! Thinking back now, I wonder why I ever really set out on that stupid journey. I'm not even sure what I thought I was going to do when I got to Bevelle. Sneak into the clostier of trials and then what? Below was a machina with terrible power, and I wanted to see it. But what after that? Ah, but I was young , I suppose I just didn't think things though back then.
Sitting up, I flung my black hair over my shoulder and proceeded to eat what was left for me at my beside. It looked delicious !soup and a soft roll already broken in two and buttered! It was rather strange however, I felt hungry at the time, but as I began to nibble on the roll, it wasn't satisfying. It was as if I knew, that food wasn;t what I needed at that moment.
I remember stretching my arms above my head when the man in red entered the room once more. Without even knocking, how arrogant! But he did look as if he were in a hurry. I was quick to ask him what his problem was, and only got a grunt.
"we need to leave here" He said in that grim voice of his.
"We...need to leave?" I asked feeling rather stupid. Was is possible that he found out my intentions of going down into the Cloistier of trials? "but..why?"
"No time to talk, just gather your things..." With that, Auron threw my dress on the bed and left the room.
I found it funny that he would just barge in here and tell me that,I We /Ihad to leave immediately. But, something inside told me to obey his wishes. Auron did not seem like an awful man, a little withdrawn and grumpy, but from what I could gather at the time, he wasn't a bad man. Besides, there were some shouts coming from down the hall, he had to have made someone angry. All I could imagine was that he was no longer able to tend for me here, which was why he had come to retrieve me.
As soon as I realised this, I jumped out of bed...and immediately regreted it, for the momentum in which I stood up, quickly brought me down again. I was still weak from the walk, and too stubborn to accept it. Auron barged in again and saw me on the floor. With a sigh he lifted me up into his arms and carried me out the door. Like a Groom carrying his bride over the threshold. Except this woman was not his bride, and she was kicking and squirming the whole way.
I would imagine his first impression of me was not a good one. I banged him up quite a bit as he walked the long stretch out of Bevelle. He seemed determined not to listen to any of the priests pleas for him to stay, he looked offended actually, but I really didnt know the reason why. Had I known the reason why he carried me out then, Perhaps I wouldn't have punched him on the shoulder blades...well, maybe not as many times, or as hard as I did.
"I beg you to re consider..." A fat balding man, with many rings on his fingers came up alongside us. He was gasping for breath, it was a wonder to me at how he could actually speak and walk this quickly at the same time. actually, It was surprising that he could keep up with Auron at all.
"The answer was, and still is no..." Auron grumbled, pinching my back, trying to get me to stop being such a nuissance I suspect.
"Please, you will be cast out if you do not comply to the High Preists wishes..." The Monk stoped to catch his breath, placing his fat hands on his knees. "I do not wish to see you leave, yet I ..."
"you cannot go against your Praetors wishes..." Auron stoped, but did not set me down. I was actually quite annoyed, we were supposed to be leaving right? I think I actually stoped squirming, and looked to him puzzled. He had to get out of here in such a hurry, but he would stop and talk to this man now.
"you re consider!?" The man stood up fully now, but I could not see the look on his face. From the sounds of it, he sure had his hopes up high. Would Auron turn around now? I was still in the dark as to what was going on.
"No, I came here to become a Monk, not to marry the High Preists daughter..."Auron turned slowly.
Instead of that hopeful look, that the other mans voice gave picture to, I instead saw a deeply saddend man. If Auron was here as a Monk, perhaps this was his teacher? I could understand there was most likely a bond between the two, but I was also eager to get going. Either he should put me down, or we get out of here!
"Its all about politics, not about the Faith...if that is the way it's going to be, I wish to have no part of it..." Auron paused, looked away and muttered.."I'm sorry..."
By now I was not squirming anymore, I found myself staring up into Aurons cold face.He was riddled with pain, I could easily tell the way his brows furrowed, how his lips were pressed together. I didnt say a word for the rest of the walk out of Bevelle.
I felt drowzy, but I had a right to be. After walking all those miles on my own, I was surprised that I didnt sleep for at least a week! Thinking back now, I wonder why I ever really set out on that stupid journey. I'm not even sure what I thought I was going to do when I got to Bevelle. Sneak into the clostier of trials and then what? Below was a machina with terrible power, and I wanted to see it. But what after that? Ah, but I was young , I suppose I just didn't think things though back then.
Sitting up, I flung my black hair over my shoulder and proceeded to eat what was left for me at my beside. It looked delicious !soup and a soft roll already broken in two and buttered! It was rather strange however, I felt hungry at the time, but as I began to nibble on the roll, it wasn't satisfying. It was as if I knew, that food wasn;t what I needed at that moment.
I remember stretching my arms above my head when the man in red entered the room once more. Without even knocking, how arrogant! But he did look as if he were in a hurry. I was quick to ask him what his problem was, and only got a grunt.
"we need to leave here" He said in that grim voice of his.
"We...need to leave?" I asked feeling rather stupid. Was is possible that he found out my intentions of going down into the Cloistier of trials? "but..why?"
"No time to talk, just gather your things..." With that, Auron threw my dress on the bed and left the room.
I found it funny that he would just barge in here and tell me that,I We /Ihad to leave immediately. But, something inside told me to obey his wishes. Auron did not seem like an awful man, a little withdrawn and grumpy, but from what I could gather at the time, he wasn't a bad man. Besides, there were some shouts coming from down the hall, he had to have made someone angry. All I could imagine was that he was no longer able to tend for me here, which was why he had come to retrieve me.
As soon as I realised this, I jumped out of bed...and immediately regreted it, for the momentum in which I stood up, quickly brought me down again. I was still weak from the walk, and too stubborn to accept it. Auron barged in again and saw me on the floor. With a sigh he lifted me up into his arms and carried me out the door. Like a Groom carrying his bride over the threshold. Except this woman was not his bride, and she was kicking and squirming the whole way.
I would imagine his first impression of me was not a good one. I banged him up quite a bit as he walked the long stretch out of Bevelle. He seemed determined not to listen to any of the priests pleas for him to stay, he looked offended actually, but I really didnt know the reason why. Had I known the reason why he carried me out then, Perhaps I wouldn't have punched him on the shoulder blades...well, maybe not as many times, or as hard as I did.
"I beg you to re consider..." A fat balding man, with many rings on his fingers came up alongside us. He was gasping for breath, it was a wonder to me at how he could actually speak and walk this quickly at the same time. actually, It was surprising that he could keep up with Auron at all.
"The answer was, and still is no..." Auron grumbled, pinching my back, trying to get me to stop being such a nuissance I suspect.
"Please, you will be cast out if you do not comply to the High Preists wishes..." The Monk stoped to catch his breath, placing his fat hands on his knees. "I do not wish to see you leave, yet I ..."
"you cannot go against your Praetors wishes..." Auron stoped, but did not set me down. I was actually quite annoyed, we were supposed to be leaving right? I think I actually stoped squirming, and looked to him puzzled. He had to get out of here in such a hurry, but he would stop and talk to this man now.
"you re consider!?" The man stood up fully now, but I could not see the look on his face. From the sounds of it, he sure had his hopes up high. Would Auron turn around now? I was still in the dark as to what was going on.
"No, I came here to become a Monk, not to marry the High Preists daughter..."Auron turned slowly.
Instead of that hopeful look, that the other mans voice gave picture to, I instead saw a deeply saddend man. If Auron was here as a Monk, perhaps this was his teacher? I could understand there was most likely a bond between the two, but I was also eager to get going. Either he should put me down, or we get out of here!
"Its all about politics, not about the Faith...if that is the way it's going to be, I wish to have no part of it..." Auron paused, looked away and muttered.."I'm sorry..."
By now I was not squirming anymore, I found myself staring up into Aurons cold face.He was riddled with pain, I could easily tell the way his brows furrowed, how his lips were pressed together. I didnt say a word for the rest of the walk out of Bevelle.