by Dark Huntress » January 29th, 2015, 10:51 pm
Rhinnëa hated the dress. Actually, that was an understatement. She despised it, she loathed it, she - there was no accurate word in the human tongue that quite described the negative feelings she felt towards it. Especially as she ran her fingers down the forest green, paneled bodice and sighed, every inch of her abdomen being pinched by the evil corset that cinched her already small waist in and pressed her not so well endows bosom out in the most lewd sort of way.
The dress was gaudy, in her opinion, creating a strange, unrealistic silhouette with its large sleeves, tiny waist, and full skirts held out with atrocious amounts of undergarments and hoops. She could clothe a small village with the fabric of this ridiculous thing. Shed hated the dress all afternoon as she and Rivera had been poked and prodded and goaded hbu the seamstresses.
And then there was her hair. It wasn't quite right. She'd piled it in a large pile of loose curls on her head and pinned little wings of hair over her ears to disguise them covertly. There was little she could do about her totally elven features, but her hair she could train. But there was something wrong as she frowned and attempted to discover it in her mirror, twisting this way, then that.
Of course, that was when Eyulf poked his head in along with a ridiculous verbal imitation of knocking. He would have to be there to witness her sad moment of vanity. "Ah, great, you're ready. Let's go." Rhinnëa rolled her eyes at his impatient tone then shook her head.
"I'm not. Its not-" she gestured vaguely at her reflection then made an exasperated voice.
"Its impossible for anything to be any more beautiful," Eyulf replied.
"You're just that because you want to go. Now, fix it," she said the last two words with an angry jab of her finger in the direction of her hair and a petulant pout, both of which had Eyulf struggled to contain laughter as he crossed the room and freed a few light locks to frame her long, heart-shaped face. He studied her a long moment before clearing his throat. "Can we go now?" He asked huskily.
She nodded then looked at the floor. "One moment," she said. He heaved a longsuffering sigh and exited the room in a show of great impatience. She rummaged through a saddlebag on the floor and retrieved a locket from which a large glowing white stone hung from a silver chain. A small, sad smile played on her lips as she fastened it around her neck.
Her mother had given it to her to remind her that not only was an elf, but she was a light to this world. A protector. A Savior. Shed given it to her to remind her who she was. Never had Rhinnëa need it before, but when she glanced in the mirror for.what was meant to be the final time, it dawned on her just how much she needed the locket at that moment.
A painful moment passed as she gazed stricken at her reflection, struggling to breathe, when Eyulf burst into the room and locked her in an embrace. She returned it for a moment as she struggled with tears. "I forgot, Eyulf," she sniffled pathetically into his black jacket.
"What?"
She pulled away so her words wouldn't be lost in the tiny space between them. "People are dying and starving and being tortured by the King as I yet speak, yet here I am, worrying about my hair and dress and - I'm supposed.to be their champion, their Savior and I forgot who I was. For the first time in my life, I-I forgot," her lashes fanned across her pale cheeks as she looked at the floor, struggling to gain her composure. Eventually she looked back up. "How did you know I was upset?"
"You were rather like a mental distress beacon," he replied, smiling slightly. She groaned and pulled shamefully away from him. He rolled his eyes and held his arm put, "Now come one. I'd rather get there sooner than later and this is certainly nearing later."
She sheepishly took it and scuttled through the door with some maneuvering of her massive hoops. She gripped his arm a little tighter, "Eyulf, my heart doesn't have enough room for Gweir and Algaesia and you-" guilt clenched her for bringing it up as his body tensed.
"I know," he replied softly, "I promise not to ask you to choose. Not again."
"That's not what I was saying. I was saying that, I can't love you all and I have no choice between you and Algaesia, but I wish for all the world I did. Because I would choose you." Coloring fiercely, she pulled away from him and moved away, ignoring his gaze on her back.