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Annalaliath · 07-14-2003, 09:42 AM

The luncheon fast approaching she did not want to go. To quick escape this torture, she offered to do the trading for the day. She took along with the money that Ruiel had entrusted to her a bit of the money her mother sent her at times. She left the house, and walked down the streets.

On her way to the market, she watched the people and the houses. She thought of how alone she felt, before her service she had spent much of her time with her cousin Ross. He was not like most men. He was small and skinny, but little did many know that he was not one to anger. She laughed at the memories. The wondrous shouting fights. But he always told her that he felt he could always talk to her. She continued in these thoughts as she walked staring at the ground. Then as she was walking she noticed a woman at her door, watching someone leaving. She watched as she latched the door behind her.

Gwen then started walking again. She missed Ross dearly her family never understood the need that she had of his friendship. He was an outcast, someone that the family should disown; like her. These thoughts jumbled and tossed in her head, the pain of the years of rejection just straining to get out of the cage that she kept it locked tight insider her heart.

She walked on kicking loose stones in the street. She looked up and took the list of things that she needed out of the basket on her arm. Reading she saw that four and meat were the only perishables. Other than that she had to get fabric and thread. She knew were to find all of this. On her way she would stop for herself at the book seller. She would trade in this old book of hers for another one. She continued on. And suddenly she felt a great swell of hatred for Dryea and her mother. She also hated her family and the other people in this forsaken city. She hated Denther and his bride even more than the rest. But through these feelings the caution of being found to be what she was, to show her true colors in public was there. Not yet, do not show what you feel, don't say what you think, not yet.

[ July 14, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

07-14-2003, 09:42 AM	#79
Annalaliath Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: Albuquerque Posts: 380	The luncheon fast approaching she did not want to go. To quick escape this torture, she offered to do the trading for the day. She took along with the money that Ruiel had entrusted to her a bit of the money her mother sent her at times. She left the house, and walked down the streets. On her way to the market, she watched the people and the houses. She thought of how alone she felt, before her service she had spent much of her time with her cousin Ross. He was not like most men. He was small and skinny, but little did many know that he was not one to anger. She laughed at the memories. The wondrous shouting fights. But he always told her that he felt he could always talk to her. She continued in these thoughts as she walked staring at the ground. Then as she was walking she noticed a woman at her door, watching someone leaving. She watched as she latched the door behind her. Gwen then started walking again. She missed Ross dearly her family never understood the need that she had of his friendship. He was an outcast, someone that the family should disown; like her. These thoughts jumbled and tossed in her head, the pain of the years of rejection just straining to get out of the cage that she kept it locked tight insider her heart. She walked on kicking loose stones in the street. She looked up and took the list of things that she needed out of the basket on her arm. Reading she saw that four and meat were the only perishables. Other than that she had to get fabric and thread. She knew were to find all of this. On her way she would stop for herself at the book seller. She would trade in this old book of hers for another one. She continued on. And suddenly she felt a great swell of hatred for Dryea and her mother. She also hated her family and the other people in this forsaken city. She hated Denther and his bride even more than the rest. But through these feelings the caution of being found to be what she was, to show her true colors in public was there. Not yet, do not show what you feel, don't say what you think, not yet. [ July 14, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Bloody Stumps!!!