Post by Briseis of Carnia on Aug 4, 2009 20:34:23 GMT -6
Oh the joys to sit back and marvel at something that was yours. People who had been handed things their whole life, had the world at their fingertips could not feel this way. It was the same feeling she saw time and again when a new mother held her newly born child within their arms. An unconditional love, a marvel that you created something so beautiful and was part of you. She had never had the chance to know the feeling.
Having partaken in the Rights of Mother Rome over twelve years ago and loosing the child three months later, there was not a feeling in the world that could cure that kind of pain, maybe perhaps the birth of a new child but it had been told to her after laying near deaths door, that she might never bear another child again. A sixteen year old could never know what a curse that would seem, had she not been who she was at the time. Had she been the rightful daughter of her High Lord Father, the next step would of been to join the temple to honor the Gods, as no man wanted a wife that could not bear a child. It was the ways of the world and Briseis had accepted it. Why? Because people would say she didn't know any better, but the truth was simple; she had been taught so and never thought to fight it. She was not a fighting woman, never had been, her clumsy feet never worked well with fighting and her heart simply, saw no reason to rise above then anything what she was.
But the hope was there. It was human to dream of a different life, to dream of different outcomes better then the one you were living but she never had that shattering depression that settled in when you had to shake your head and look around only to have reality sink in. She had been happy where she was, up until being free. Now all the doors opened and it was overwhelming to know where to begin. Thankfully, that had been taken care of for her. Thrust into the life of a midwife, she seemed to have a knack for it, seemed to have the gentle heart for it.
She was built for hard work though, had suffered it, as it would be said, but had no less enjoyed it then anyone with the life they lived. Blue paint smudged on her face, she grinned at the now blank sign above the shop. When this paint would dry, she would print the words that would truly make this place her own. 'Baby Mine' A shop for a mothers to be needs such as oils for a stretching belly, lotions that seemed to warm for swelling and tired feet, herbs for stomach upset in those first trying months of morning sickness, and the beginnings for babies, clothes, toys, blankets. That would all be taken care of in time. Baby steps. A hum of a laugh left her lips, pale lips curling into a grin against the sunlit face that was gently swept by golden wheat curls. A hand rose to push the strands back, smudging her face even more with paint but she did not seem to notice or mind as the front door swept open, the bell above tinkling prettily as she did so and made her grin all the more despite the work needed inside, the shelves, floor and window were dirt smudged and dust ridden, but a little elbow grease and the place would sparkle, and through it all, Briseis hummed a gentle tune.