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PostPosted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:10 am Post subject: Passion and Fortune Reply with quote

Nadya was running.. the door just within her reach.. she screams as strong arms encircle her waist dragging her to the floor. And then there is only pain.. the rage in his eyes.. nails digging into skin and his hands around her neck.. she can't breathe.. she will surely die.. she isn't ready.. she must fight.

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She screams in terror as she realizes she is trapped - covers entangled about her limbs. Struggling, fighting to be free she rolls from the bed landing upon the floor with a resounding thump! The air is knocked from her lungs as she lays there struggling to return her breathing to normal as she realizes that it is only a dream. Sitting up she carelessly tosses the blankets back upon the small bed. Suppressing a small whimper she stands shakily making for the door. She cannot bear to be inside any longer.

Outdoors is hot and humid - a welcoming relief for the chills wracking her spine. She rubs her neck gently still imagining his large hands there before giving a disgusted scoff and descending the stairs. She follows the sound of waves lapping the shore, kicking off her shoes as toes meet sand. This was reality - the grit of the sand, saltiness of the air, coolness of the water as it hits her skin. She immerses herself, not bothering to remove any clothing.

"Twas onleh a dream.." her shoulders slump under the sudden onslaught of grief. It had been many days since she had stopped running and her emotions washed over her in a tumultuous wave - despair, anger, loneliness, and heartbreak. As far as she was concerned her family was dead - she wouldn't return and bring that shame upon her house or her family's name. She would have stayed in hiding except she missed being around others. Thinking back she savored the memory of the tavern - the casual conversations, multitudinous and mundane yet delightful. Her drink had been warm, curling in her stomach and for once she hadn't had to steal it. Her eyes had roved over the musical instruments longingly, ears aching to hear their song.

Perhaps the drink had made her tongue honeyed or the isolation lonely because she had followed strangers.. and Gadjo's at that. And then she had learned of the Guardian. She rolled her eyes dwelling on the subject. It had sounded too good to be true. But she had been offered a place to stay, to rest. In return she would sing, tell them tales that she doubted they would appreciate as her own used to. Frowning she splashes the water idly - the sunrise peeking over the horizon as it reflects pale golden and subtle red rays upon the waters surface.

"Passion and Fortune.." his words echoed in her mind and she turned to look back almost expecting his presence. Fortune.. gold.. this she could clearly see reflected in their dress, dwellings, and mannerisms. Passion.. blood.. she stared down at her hands.. when would the passion finally come to play? And would she manage to walk away unscathed when it did?
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PostPosted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 1:41 pm Post subject: Reply with quote

Her hands grasped the edges of the bag as she stared down at the contents. She felt Dante's absence rather than hearing him leave - her words not even registering what he had spoken as he left. He had spoken of finding her more suitable attire - though she didn't see a reason for it. She was a stranger among them but in an effort to blend in she had consented.

Shedding her worn, dusty clothing she felt exposed as she stood there completely nude before quickly tossing the new outfit upon her person. She felt the first genuine smile cross her lips - it had been ages. It was all rich reds and dark golds.. the jewelry she clasped on with shaking hands - she recognized finery when she saw it. With a feeling of elation she ran her fingers quickly through her tangled hair before rushing down the stairs to meet Dante outside. She could still feel that smile, plastered upon her face as if it had to make up for its long absence.

And then they were being whisked away to a vast outdoor market. She felt uneasy being among the large crowd - especially there.. in her hometown. True she had been on the other side but it was still a risk that she would be seen. The bartering, laughter, and open friendliness rushed all around her in a cacophonous flow. It was surprisingly peaceful compared to the days of silence she had previously suffered. Then they were packing up - relocating, traveling in a giant troupe. Sennah had allowed her a horse - cream colored with dark mane that accepted her hand graciously. The seat was unfamiliar at first but her body soon remembered what it had once forgotten. Then they were moving through the forests efficiently. The ebb and flow of whispers about her as they made her way. She shut her eyes, absorbing the experience, allowing the mare to guide her.

Upon their arrival to Vesper she had found a seat quietly in a corner. Her mind going back to the past, wondering about dear Petsha and her mother. Her heart ached with it all. She watched the revelry as an outsider. Who was she to fool herself? These were not her people. They did not share her customs and that burden weighed upon her more than anything else. What would her family say if they say her? At the same time it was overwhelmingly liberating - not having anyone else tell her what to do or how to live the life that was fast becoming her own.
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