Sweet Spring Air (April 3010) {Braeldia}
Dec 6, 2018 17:55:30 GMT -5
Post by Léoma on Dec 6, 2018 17:55:30 GMT -5
As Braeldia expressed her pleasure in joining her at her home, Leoma’s smile came greater upon her face than it had in some time. A warmth to her heart for the thought, and she felt the growth of spring within her; even as the sun shone on the plains. “Horses are no poor influence, and you are well to shun idle gossip. Whether given by courtly lady or peasant, it is not begetting of any; lady nor man. We are all humans though, we all have our faults.”
Nonetheless Braeldia seemed pleased for the invitation, and she reached out to touch Léoma’s hand. The gesture of the young woman’s kindness was not missed by the older, for she had little cause for human touch in her life, and the warmth it bestowed upon her heart was grand.
“There are so many fair things to speak of on this earth. The world is full of sunlight and wind, and petals hidden among the grasses.”
Braeldia was settling the cost of the meal upon the table, and the time would come for Léoma to repay her in a way; a hearty meal in her own home when the time came, and as she promised maps. If she were to soon take a trip, Léoma could show her by way the courses she may take. Paper maps were few and it were often the men who held to them. Braeldia should have the same opportunity, for she had the true spirit of adventure it seemed. “Thank you for the meal,” she offered. It had been hearty, and what chores Léoma wished to accomplish the afternoon over would be simpler for it.
“I would… like to feel a horse beneath me again,” Léoma admitted, as she stood from the table. “If on were willing to bear the burden of helping me upon. You can see I am not able.” The words spoken softly, though Léoma could admit her faults. She could not pull herself upon the back of a horse any longer. Given something to climb and hands to assist, perhaps it could still be done. She reached for her cane, the wolfshead in her grip, and wondered at her life. She did not like to accept favor of others, yet also she did not wish to look back at her life and see emptiness, like the emptiness which had filled her most of the past years. She did not wish to look back on her life and pity herself.
Nonetheless Braeldia seemed pleased for the invitation, and she reached out to touch Léoma’s hand. The gesture of the young woman’s kindness was not missed by the older, for she had little cause for human touch in her life, and the warmth it bestowed upon her heart was grand.
“There are so many fair things to speak of on this earth. The world is full of sunlight and wind, and petals hidden among the grasses.”
Braeldia was settling the cost of the meal upon the table, and the time would come for Léoma to repay her in a way; a hearty meal in her own home when the time came, and as she promised maps. If she were to soon take a trip, Léoma could show her by way the courses she may take. Paper maps were few and it were often the men who held to them. Braeldia should have the same opportunity, for she had the true spirit of adventure it seemed. “Thank you for the meal,” she offered. It had been hearty, and what chores Léoma wished to accomplish the afternoon over would be simpler for it.
“I would… like to feel a horse beneath me again,” Léoma admitted, as she stood from the table. “If on were willing to bear the burden of helping me upon. You can see I am not able.” The words spoken softly, though Léoma could admit her faults. She could not pull herself upon the back of a horse any longer. Given something to climb and hands to assist, perhaps it could still be done. She reached for her cane, the wolfshead in her grip, and wondered at her life. She did not like to accept favor of others, yet also she did not wish to look back at her life and see emptiness, like the emptiness which had filled her most of the past years. She did not wish to look back on her life and pity herself.