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Post by jelenahdvorak on Mar 20, 2008 8:45:03 GMT -6
Jelenah had taken to the new title and job duties very seriously that was offered to her by her good friend and sister Bess. She was now a Lady In Waiting and a Court Attendant. The small Slavic woman seem to be finally moving up in the world. Going from simple young woman, to slave, to friend, sister and now this. Much had changed since the days of Orkney and much still remained the same. Nights were still restless and her heart had returned to that hidden place within. She had given it freely to one, only to have him leave. Though for whatever his reasons, she was not angered by it, simply wounded. And as everyone knows, time heals... question was, just how long would it take. For that small time in her life, she thought she had finally managed to have a dream become reality, having her own Knight in shining armour and now... now she did not. She wondered along these paths of the gardens, thinking on the days of the past, of the present and what would become of her with the days to come. Her hands were clasped together behind her back, long golden blond hair trailing behind upon the gentle pads to the fingers of todays breeze. Pale blue eyes gazing about as her mind wondered. Her full lips were thin as thoughts came and went. It was obvious the small woman was out here all alone to gather herself and to reflect on her life. Much this lil flower had weathered, only to still be present, showing that she was just as lovely in life as any other. And yet, at times she felt like she was that of the weed, casted aside and tossed in the wind as so whom had adored her now fancied something else. She took in a breathe, held it a moment and finally exhaled. Bess had asked her just days ago if she wish to stay and of course Jelenah was delighted in the offer. However, in such delight was also the terrible remiders why she felt she could not go elsewhere even if she wanted to. The lil woman had no idea how to make it back to her homelands. Orkney was a grand and now fallen Kingdom as was the case with GodThab. Inverness held to many painful reminders of the heart and Ireland was not her home, but Neveah's. At least here, the Slavic woman felt she had hope, a chance at new life, a new beginning. As not to erase, but replace those from before. Pale green dress with creme accents flowed about as the wind made it's attempt to pull her further into the gardens, allowing herself to truly be free for once and without the presence or stare of eyes on her, for now.
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Post by Queen Beathag Aberdeen on Mar 23, 2008 12:23:00 GMT -6
The eyes that watched the little woman now were ones that did not reveal themselves; the guilded arch of thick, woven blossoms swung down to make a veil of fragrant secrecy. "Ye may live tae see these times renewed," her mouth poured out the words to the air, "n' tha' shall be a good thing."
There was not such a promise for herself. Time was heading on toward the significant date that would mark her 35th year of life, but the Dutchess wondered if the moment would be only one passing in the final recollections of death. A point of impact, the feeling of blood blossoming that stretched out now in memory across the ghostly creep of scar tissue under a lady's gown. Jelenah walked one way and Beathag walked the same on the other side of a floral screen. What did they think on, two women of golden hair? What would be said, when at the end of the path there was convergence?
"I see ye there.."
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Post by jelenahdvorak on Mar 23, 2008 15:16:41 GMT -6
As the small Slavic woman walked with her mind full of thoughts she gazed about over the many blooming plants. Flowers that had already began to show their brilliant colors and the fragrances of those very blossoms danced along the wind to fill the air with something other than the metallic smell of blood that would soon spoil such loveliness. Steps came to a hault as she sensed another was near and blue hues gazed about to seek them out. No face was revealed just yet but the presence was one of familiarity. Full lips would spread into a grin as she began to walk once more, finally reaching the end of that floral screen moments after Bess's voice was heard. "G'day to you my friend." She would say as the smile grew broader. " Indeed you do as I also now see you...undetectable as you are as lovely as the flowers here. It is no wonder..." She chuckled softly as she closed the distance between she and her Lady.
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Post by Queen Beathag Aberdeen on Mar 24, 2008 17:26:38 GMT -6
"Mayhaps because they beh callin' it Beathag's Garden, at least this part o' it," she replied, her lips parting to reveal pink through the golden flower screen. At last on the end of it, she came around to place a hand on the smaller woman's shoulder. Companionship, like many things in the world, was not dependant on the size of body but of heart. "Have ye come tae look 'pon the blossoms? The first day o' spring, n' m'thinks it is only makin' spring mature more, fer the season began in wot should 'ave been midwinter this year. Ah'd like tae think it did tha' in a time of war tae remind us all was not lost."
The gardeners brought in crates, and the women would be privy to them opening the boxes of bulbs from Holland. "Those beh tulips," she said, "Jelenah they be lovely. In Holland, the Dutch be figurin' how tae cross the different sorts. Tradin' them is a precarious practice. Tis a flower tha' is delicate and takes on a heavy weight in coin. Adam brought meh a blossom in winter, grown in a hot house. See? Some 'ave already flowered." Pink petals were upturned in the sunlight, followed by smatterings of yellow and purple. Beauty made the heart ache, and her's ached for the man who'd promised her the blossoms. Now that the promise was fufilled, it was the man she wanted.
While many things were not as an open book with the Dutchess, a woman knew a woman's heart. How could she not miss her husband? Giving a silent sigh, she watched men turn spades into the moist, fertile earth. Planting one bulb after another, covering it, and doing it again. "Love is akin tae tha'," she pointed to the gardners,"plantin' n' tendin' seeds."
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Post by jelenahdvorak on Mar 25, 2008 0:44:44 GMT -6
As the hand of a dear dear friend came to her shoulder, Jelenah would meet the other blond's gaze. A genuine smile of warmth and happiness danced across those full lips that were often found tight lipped and thin. "I did... and to come and ponder on things. It helps when the scenery is that of beauty so natural as this." She replied as her gaze left Bess and scanned the gardens. "I think that perhaps you are right. A sign from the God(s) that not all is to be lost."
Jelenah listened and watched as men moved in with crates of these tulips that Bess spoke of. She would let a hand come to rest upon the back of her Lady Duchess and let the blue hues take in the facial expression that spoke so clearly to her. Jelenah had experienced that ache once. The ache where your heart felt so lost without him by your side. A woman feeling much like a shell of her former self when not around the man that gave meaning to her life.
As strange as it seemed, for any that knew her now would never had known that this small fearful woman had not been so at one time. And now what seemed even stranger was that she was here for Bess as Bess had been for her once. Being that stronghold, or at least trying to be. "You will see him again... worry not dear Bess. Your nights will once again be within his arms, your days again within his smiles. Together again so that only that wonderful bliss of love will continue."
Jelenah had hopes for her friend that all she had spoken would come to pass. The small Slavic woman dared to have such for herself anymore. As she thought on that, her own expressions of heartache could possibly be seen even though the woman did her best in hiding it. That being something Jelenah had learned to do well, hide. Her heart was to wounded and perhaps would never heal. Even if it did, would it be tested and prove strong if dared to love and give it again? Only time would answer that and time was just half of the key. The Slavic woman would have to prove her self strength not only to Bess in her duties as a Lady In Waiting, but to herself as a woman that yearned for a life of love again. However, now was her time to give back, and give to Bess what she could as being this Lady In Waiting and Court Attendeant. The golden blond was determined to do it all to the best of her ability and then some.
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Post by Queen Beathag Aberdeen on Mar 31, 2008 23:47:18 GMT -6
"Ye would think tha' m'favorite thing would be sail cloth, steel. Nay, not at all. Ah'll tell ye true, Jelenah. M'favorite things in the world be the sound o' the wind, the harp strings, n' the gardens o' the country openin' up tae ye when the weather warms."
She was wanting to open up and didn't mind it was to Jelenah. The woman was in an intimate posistion, tending her Lady's needs and hearing the the yearnings of her heart. Were they not the same as her own? What woman did not miss or want to be missed when night came? How cold her bed was, how large! The two women talked on the nature of love and likes. Arm and am they moved through the garden until they came to a bower of hanging honeysuckle vine. " Ah had a dream, Jelenah. In tha' dream Ah was close tae death n' mah life was flashin' afore m'eyes
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Post by jelenahdvorak on Apr 1, 2008 12:31:58 GMT -6
The small Slavic woman would look to her sister. They may have not been kin by blood but by the Gods they were kin in every other way that counted and mattered. Her features were sadden and she nodded. "Bess... I do not think that the war ballad is one for which all wish to be lifting their voices to so easily nor to play their instruments of swords and such without reason."
Jelenah could tell there was more that Bess wish to share and so she would nod to her as they walked together, arm in arm. Her free hand came to rest upon the forearm of her Duchess and would listen to whatever the woman wished to share. "Bess... you know that I am always going to be here for you. I am forever joined to you by both hip and heart. Your burdens are my own and therefore I gladly accept such as you have done much for me. I find their is no better way to repay you other than being there for you as you had for me. Together we will be each others strength."
As they continued to walk and talk, Jelenah would pause in her steps. The last words spoken of Bess had her looking to the woman with concern and sadness. "Bess... you have seen many things come to pass. You are a great woman in many ways and I feel that your time to return to the earth which we were forged is not for quite some time." She paused. " True dreams hold the key to the future but they are also only things that could come to be... not things that are definite. You are your own woman...and your destiny is here with us...your family, your people, your Kingdom. Not elsewhere, as so we must miss the beauty of a free spirit and have to harp on the memories of yesterday." She turned to fully face the woman and arms shifted as so to embrace her.
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Post by Queen Beathag Aberdeen on Apr 1, 2008 18:42:13 GMT -6
"War is a song nay one wants tae sing but a chorus we nay be forgettin'. Tis wot ye almost would call a necessary evil, one I was ne'er meant tae sully m'hands with as a girl but sae it came tae be. Ah dun regret it, only wish tae live longer than the small, cornered feelin' ye get in battle offers. Near tae thirty n'five, Gods, Jelenah, dae I feel ancient." Station was the only thing now that began to soften her hands, make her hair lustrious, and bring a feeling of silk to her skin. The red splotches of last season's dock work still held firm to her nose. Freckles a'plenty were sprinkled over the skin, but slowly time was turning the shoulders white again. Age made her bones crick, her scars thicken in pain, but it also did what many envied.
Bring out the beauty of the past in order to reflect the gorgeous nature of the soul.
Jelenah was so slender, so delicate. She imagined the tiny arm trapped in the shipwrecked wood and couldn't imagine how something so small survived. It was a lesson of life..one come full circle with her here, and Eirian with child. The tiniest bird could have hollow bones that endured the weight of the world. What of her own? Thick, like oak trees. Hard, like stone. Still, it didn't prevent her from nearly perishing already did it?
"Dun look like tha' now," she gently admonished the young woman with a sister's touch given gently to her face, "Tis nay me wishin' fer an end but we needs be earnest about it. When I was ye age, there was nay much I would nay have dun tae meet battle on the horizon line. But then Ah had nothin' tae lose. M'world was done. Now, Ah want tae live tae some old age, die in m'husbands arms after seein' m'children, grandchildren, maybah e'en a great grandchild or two. Ah want tae see m'niece grow n' have children, n' our only livin' nephew come tae our shows n' prosper. In m'later years ah find I had the life I did nay 'ave when I was your age but was supposed tae have. Tha' still does nay mean a blade will nay take me, Jelenah. Ye life has an ironic way o' catchin' up tae ye tha' way, when ye've given ye life tae a cause."
"If somewot should happen tae meh, twill fall 'pon ye the likes o' ye n' the others tae help Adam with the dutchy n the children in mah stead. I'd like ye tae become the children's lady in waitin' should anythin' befall meh, n' Eirian's attendant. Mark well ye Duke n' Dutchess n' learn the ways o' ye Lord sae ye might help Adam as ye dae me. Promise me?"
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Post by jelenahdvorak on Apr 17, 2008 14:04:37 GMT -6
Jelenah couldn't help but look so sad at hearing such words. The two had been the best of friends for many years now. To think of Bess no longer with her was enough to have the little woman want to cry. However she was able to refrain from such tears to fall and instead nodded. Full lips were tugged into a soft smile.
"I know you mean well by trying to prepare for such things. That the day will indeed come but perhaps not for a long while. After I have become a better person. Stronger, wiser, and able to hold my own and maybe even be married by then as so you can see me in the happiness you have found yourself in." She would say to the elder sister.
Jelenah looked down as Bess made mention if she should fall. She swallowed hard and looked back up. Nod was given once more and no longer would the holding of a sisters hand nor the cupping of a sisters cheek be needed. Instead it was a tight and firm embrace as if never wanting to let go as tears were fought back. Chin rested along Bess's shoulder and she nodded. "I promise..."
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