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Jun. 23rd, 2007 07:18 pmHaving taken Mia up on her advice to ask Bar for a key to her room, she was now standing about two feet inside the door to Marian's Room.
It didn't feel like her, though she wasn't sure what she was supposed to feel like.
She felt smaller than this room.
It was inordinately organized from where she stood. A gleaming assortment of girlish accoutrements on before a mirror. Canopied four posters, which fell down over a thick and soft looking, dark brocade of a resplendent bed with it's pillow pile. The closet door was slightly open and, though the crack, appeared to have more dresses like the one she'd been wearing two days ago.
There was nothing on the floor, save the pair of leather boots standing side by side next to the desk which had a small pile of things on it. There was a golden coin sitting on top of a clear plastic box which appeared to have a four leaf clover, of perfect brilliant green, trapped inside it. There were quills and papers, some notes, half written letters and Bar tab accounting, which she scanned over.
There was a water basin with pitcher in the main room, which was confusing since there was a full bathroom attached. That room was sparse, but had those touches which made it look used. Towels awry and a brush, not matching the earlier set, sitting on the counter; which had stray hairs the same color as those falling down over her shoulders.
The closet was a treasure trove of, not more hints to answers but, more questions
First there were the grand dresses, with matching accessories for each, but then there were...other things. If finding those scars on her body and the dagger under her dress when she'd changed to the pants two days ago was strange, it was nothing compared to the baffled features which found a leather costume, including matching mask and cape, and a cache of carefully stored weapons in the closed side of the closet. Her fingers touched the edges of things like they might shatter on contact--the taunt line of the bow, the handle of a dagger, the point of two arrows fallen on the ground--before she drew herself back up.
What kind of person was she?
What had Merlin said?
Did she keep so to herself, even with all those things? Was she a fortress among all these odd details?
Who was this person, with luminous eyes and dark hair, reflected in the blade of the sword hanging on the wall?
It didn't feel like her, though she wasn't sure what she was supposed to feel like.
She felt smaller than this room.
It was inordinately organized from where she stood. A gleaming assortment of girlish accoutrements on before a mirror. Canopied four posters, which fell down over a thick and soft looking, dark brocade of a resplendent bed with it's pillow pile. The closet door was slightly open and, though the crack, appeared to have more dresses like the one she'd been wearing two days ago.
There was nothing on the floor, save the pair of leather boots standing side by side next to the desk which had a small pile of things on it. There was a golden coin sitting on top of a clear plastic box which appeared to have a four leaf clover, of perfect brilliant green, trapped inside it. There were quills and papers, some notes, half written letters and Bar tab accounting, which she scanned over.
There was a water basin with pitcher in the main room, which was confusing since there was a full bathroom attached. That room was sparse, but had those touches which made it look used. Towels awry and a brush, not matching the earlier set, sitting on the counter; which had stray hairs the same color as those falling down over her shoulders.
The closet was a treasure trove of, not more hints to answers but, more questions
First there were the grand dresses, with matching accessories for each, but then there were...other things. If finding those scars on her body and the dagger under her dress when she'd changed to the pants two days ago was strange, it was nothing compared to the baffled features which found a leather costume, including matching mask and cape, and a cache of carefully stored weapons in the closed side of the closet. Her fingers touched the edges of things like they might shatter on contact--the taunt line of the bow, the handle of a dagger, the point of two arrows fallen on the ground--before she drew herself back up.
What kind of person was she?
What had Merlin said?
A friend, noblewoman, and Lady fair, as well as warrior sure, and child of nature.And he was gone now, by her stupidly blunt tongue. She didn't even know how she should feel about that. She was sorry he was gone, because he was the person who seemed to have known her best, though even he'd mentioned he didn't not know much about her world. And she'd met so many people who hadn't known her or her world. Honestly, though, the good lot of people she'd talked to lately all had no memory of anything else, too.
Never was a truer child of the Mother born, save perhaps the Lady of the Lake.
Did she keep so to herself, even with all those things? Was she a fortress among all these odd details?
Who was this person, with luminous eyes and dark hair, reflected in the blade of the sword hanging on the wall?