A particular young woman stood outside the noble district in the vastly empty lot that had once been the overgrown noble park that she'd remembered from the previous year but had noticed to become less and less beautiful until it was just a vacant space awaiting the word of whoever controlled the gardens of the city. Her black dress cloaked her quite well in the spring night as she gazed up at the sky until a small chirping from above brought her attention away and the Velheimer lass turned her gaze to settle on the snowy owl that had come drifting on the wind. It flapped its wings and slowed itself while the girl extended her arm as a perch to it, no doubt recognizing the rather out-of-place animal. The Northerne seventeen-year-old hummed a brief moment before lifting her opposite hand to that of her arm holding the foul, softly brushing her fingers across the feathers of the owl's head.
"My dear Nysnö," she began, directing her words towards the animal while her gaze returned to the stars above, "Do you think we'll finally be getting involved with the comings and goings of this complicated city?" Another small chirp came from the feathered pet as it ruffled its feathers briefly. "I believe we're in for a bit of trouble, I've heard many rumors that others seem to have the nerve to tell me about my father." The Als-Tunge words were spoken in a rather sharp tone, an annoyed huff escaping the teenager.
The stars above seems to wink with the passing of swift clouds in the sky and Siselle couldn't help but give her head a small, disapproving shake towards them. "I think my mother would be calling me a madwoman, don't you, Nysnö?" A smile laced with sadness appeared on the pale face of the young lady. "My father doesn't talk about her much, but I think she'd be calling me a good madwoman- one who is no doubt on her way to getting herself killed, but at least she was brave on her way."
At the Northerner's sudden laugh at her own words, the owl hooted loudly and fluttered off her arm to sit on the ground, prodding at her boots. The smile on Siselle's face became a bit brighter and she thought nothing about the fact that her father, Valbrand, would likely be less than happy if he found out about her near night trips of smuggling Nysnö out of the estate to keep her company in the all too dark empty park. He would be threatening briefly about sneaking out and then fret over her like her mother would've likely done had she still been around- talking about how if any man dares touch her, he'd personally be the nightmare in their dreams.
"Sometimes I wonder if my mother would be proud of all these decisions I've made and I know that she would be. I made the good decisions about leaving the village so I didn't end up like her; so I didn't end up a young mother that would be dead before her child reached the age of ten." A sigh escaped the girl and she ran her fingers through her blonde locks before shaking her head and adding quietly to herself, "I refuse to end up like her. I will not die by a coward enemy like she."
"My dear Nysnö," she began, directing her words towards the animal while her gaze returned to the stars above, "Do you think we'll finally be getting involved with the comings and goings of this complicated city?" Another small chirp came from the feathered pet as it ruffled its feathers briefly. "I believe we're in for a bit of trouble, I've heard many rumors that others seem to have the nerve to tell me about my father." The Als-Tunge words were spoken in a rather sharp tone, an annoyed huff escaping the teenager.
The stars above seems to wink with the passing of swift clouds in the sky and Siselle couldn't help but give her head a small, disapproving shake towards them. "I think my mother would be calling me a madwoman, don't you, Nysnö?" A smile laced with sadness appeared on the pale face of the young lady. "My father doesn't talk about her much, but I think she'd be calling me a good madwoman- one who is no doubt on her way to getting herself killed, but at least she was brave on her way."
At the Northerner's sudden laugh at her own words, the owl hooted loudly and fluttered off her arm to sit on the ground, prodding at her boots. The smile on Siselle's face became a bit brighter and she thought nothing about the fact that her father, Valbrand, would likely be less than happy if he found out about her near night trips of smuggling Nysnö out of the estate to keep her company in the all too dark empty park. He would be threatening briefly about sneaking out and then fret over her like her mother would've likely done had she still been around- talking about how if any man dares touch her, he'd personally be the nightmare in their dreams.
"Sometimes I wonder if my mother would be proud of all these decisions I've made and I know that she would be. I made the good decisions about leaving the village so I didn't end up like her; so I didn't end up a young mother that would be dead before her child reached the age of ten." A sigh escaped the girl and she ran her fingers through her blonde locks before shaking her head and adding quietly to herself, "I refuse to end up like her. I will not die by a coward enemy like she."