The dramatic mind of a lost soul [Closed RP][Drama]
Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2015 8:07 pm
It had not been the best day for Rievira. One whom she considered a corrupt politician had just earlier interrupted the peace of her kitchen by having his henchman mug a lizardman. Yes, definitely not the best of days she thought, moving to the depot with a fresh batch of bread.
There had not been anyone this corrupt where she came from. Truth be told, she considered her old village a paradise. Yet, her mother by blood had urged her to travel on her Navro’Anai, so here she was. Not being allowed back until she had spent at least a hundred years away from home, she would have to stay for a while.
It was not like there had not been bad things happening back home, but none as bad as the things happening here.
Nevertheless, she did not regret coming here.
Here she had found her first love.
Even then, that whole escapade of criminal activity had nearly passed her by, as she was too deep in thought.
The truth to the matter was that she had fallen rashly and foolishly in love. She had spent the entire day baking, trying not to worry too much about her own love life.
All the while, the reason she was baking was so she could gift the person of her affection, despite the irony of it, with the product of the one thing she knew how to do. It wasn’t the perfect gift by any means, but it was something. Right?
It was not much later that she was sitting by the fields outside the Galmair town gates, having a break from her otherwise busy work schedule, that the messenger she had sent out earlier met her with a letter.
It was a letter of reply from the target of her affection. Though once she had read it, she instantly regretted it. She felt so exhausted. Defeated.
She could not stop the tears forcing their way through the corner of her eyes.
How foolish was she, thinking such happiness was meant for her.
She was nothing but a poor baker. She could not claim great beauty, at least not amongst her fellow elves.
No, she was rather ordinary. Why would anyone want her?
She could not even claim intellect. She had proven that by hurting the target of affection with her actions the way she did. It had been unintentional, but that probably just made matters worse. She was not even able to read the mood properly!
No, she wouldn’t be completely useless. First she had to write a reply, an apology. Something.
Then she had to make notes of it all in her diary. She would never allow herself to forget about this mistake she made with her first love. She would have to keep her distance from now on, to not do anything more to offend out of lust or love. She couldn’t allow herself to forget.
She had to be punished, she had to make sure she remembered her mistake forever, to never repeat it again.
Though while she regretted her mistake, she did not regret coming there.
Here she had met the person she believed she was fated to be with,
and gods be damned if she would give up so soon on being a person to make that someone happy, even if only as a friend.
There had not been anyone this corrupt where she came from. Truth be told, she considered her old village a paradise. Yet, her mother by blood had urged her to travel on her Navro’Anai, so here she was. Not being allowed back until she had spent at least a hundred years away from home, she would have to stay for a while.
It was not like there had not been bad things happening back home, but none as bad as the things happening here.
Nevertheless, she did not regret coming here.
Here she had found her first love.
Even then, that whole escapade of criminal activity had nearly passed her by, as she was too deep in thought.
The truth to the matter was that she had fallen rashly and foolishly in love. She had spent the entire day baking, trying not to worry too much about her own love life.
All the while, the reason she was baking was so she could gift the person of her affection, despite the irony of it, with the product of the one thing she knew how to do. It wasn’t the perfect gift by any means, but it was something. Right?
It was not much later that she was sitting by the fields outside the Galmair town gates, having a break from her otherwise busy work schedule, that the messenger she had sent out earlier met her with a letter.
It was a letter of reply from the target of her affection. Though once she had read it, she instantly regretted it. She felt so exhausted. Defeated.
She could not stop the tears forcing their way through the corner of her eyes.
How foolish was she, thinking such happiness was meant for her.
She was nothing but a poor baker. She could not claim great beauty, at least not amongst her fellow elves.
No, she was rather ordinary. Why would anyone want her?
She could not even claim intellect. She had proven that by hurting the target of affection with her actions the way she did. It had been unintentional, but that probably just made matters worse. She was not even able to read the mood properly!
No, she wouldn’t be completely useless. First she had to write a reply, an apology. Something.
Then she had to make notes of it all in her diary. She would never allow herself to forget about this mistake she made with her first love. She would have to keep her distance from now on, to not do anything more to offend out of lust or love. She couldn’t allow herself to forget.
She had to be punished, she had to make sure she remembered her mistake forever, to never repeat it again.
Though while she regretted her mistake, she did not regret coming there.
Here she had met the person she believed she was fated to be with,
and gods be damned if she would give up so soon on being a person to make that someone happy, even if only as a friend.