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Sunlight seeped through the cracks of ebony blinds as the first rays of light shone across the horizon. A single golden ray just happened to be at the exact angle at which it hit a lovely, female face — softer and sweeter in the hands of sleep than in the grasp of wakefulness. Too bad that the light was irritating, and a hand went up to bat it instinctively away. Golden amber eyes shot open in annoyance, a tumble of dark curls framed the face in a tangled mess. Belladonna was not a morning person, and that was shown clearly by the scowl on her face. Sitting up, she half expected a lilting, harmonic voice to come from the hall as her mother twirled in to open the shutters and blind her, as was routine. It took a moment for the young woman to realize that her mother was gone, and there was no lilting voice — only the sweet scent of lavender and the musky smell of burnt sienna reaching her nose. Her grandmother was up — she had probably been up since the early morning hours, preparing incense and scented candles for the Silver String Festival. ‘Which is tonight!’ a little voice in Donni’s head reminded her as she sat up and stretched lazily. At the realization, she sat up straighter in shock. She wasn’t ready! Tying the strings was her mother’s job, not hers! She had been thrust into it by unfortunate circumstances and her mother’s flighty nature, and the festival was so important to people in the town — especially her grandmother. Just the thought of ruining it made her stomach shrivel and a hard, tight knot to form in her throat. Belladonna was not her mother, she was not gentle, graceful, sweet, polite and certainly not docile. She was sure that she was not cut out for the job. Taking a deep breath, she looked at the closed shutters as she called to mind the festivals before this one, where her mother had danced through the crown, tying together people before they even realized that they had been chosen. There was no way she was going to be able to do that. If the brunette had to step up to take the job that wasn’t even hers, she was going to do it her own way.
“Belladonna dear, are you up? You need to help the volunteers to set up the festival!” her grandmother’s wizened voice floated up to her room, where the young Maiden still sat with a shell-shocked look on her face, yet it was turning into a look of concentration. “Y-yeah, Granmama!” she called out loudly, “Though I really wish I wasn’t,” she muttered under her breath as she got up from her bed. She brushed through her thick locks quickly, her curls bouncing back, pausing only to rim her eyes in dark kohl and to accentuate her long eyelashes with a coat of mascara. She cast a sidelong look at her cell phone — the slim black phone was pretty much useless since she texted only a few people… but still. The Maiden changed quickly into a pair of comfy jeans and a tee shirt, swiping the cell phone before running down the stairs, and nearly crashed into the old lady who waited at the bottom of the winding staircase. Donni’s grandmother inhaled a sharp gasp of surprise as the young woman perched precariously at the last stair, her eyes expectant of the lecture she was sure to receive. “Belladonna! I’ve told you many times not to run down these stairs! And why are you wearing so much make up, you know—“ “‘You’re beautiful without it.’ Yeah, yeah, yeah, Granmama, I’ve heard it before.” the voluptuous brunette rolled her eyes and sidestepped her grandmother, whose face was impatient, and slightly irritated but not at all surprised. She was more than used to her granddaughter’s attitude, though she did wish she would get rid of it.
The smell of herbs and flowers was almost overpowering in the lower level, many candles and sticks of incense littered the room, along with oils and broken stalks of different flowers. Crossing her arms, she turned back to her grandmother. “You’ve been busy.” a short pause before Donni’s tone turned pleading, her eyes matching the tone she brought across. “Granmama, I don’t want to do this. I don’t even know how to do it. Please don’t make me.” The Crone’s eyes turned steely with impatience as she looked at her granddaughter. “You do know how to do it. Goddess knows I’ve told you enough times. You do know what to do, but there is something important that you must keep in mind. This festival is not serious Bella, it’s for fun. For humans and Night People alike, this is something sweet and harmless. You tie the strings for the night — pairing whomever you want together, random couples who might look cute together — and then you cut them in the morning. Nothing more, nothing less. Understood?”Her grandmother’s eyes softened as she reached up to brush a stray curl from her granddaughter’s face. “You’ll be fine, dear. You are your mother’s daughter after all. It’s in your blood.” The young witch has begun to zone out during the latter part of the speech, but it was then when she got an idea. Looking down at her wrist, she saw the everlasting shiny silver cord that threaded not once, but twice around her wrist before leading down to the ground — if followed, she knew it would lead to the local brooding vampire — and her close friend — Arthur. ‘Soulmates…’ The word was a whisper in her mind and she knew what she had to do, if binding people together was in her blood, she would make it happen — and she would definitely make it matter. A small smile graced her pale pink lips before looking up at her grandmother, complete honesty in her eyes.
“Yes, Granmama, I understand.”
Her grandmother looked at her for a while, trying to decide whether she was mocking her or not — which Donni wasn’t. Technically, anyway — before she turned away from the Maiden. “Go help finish setting up for the festival; I have to wrap up the miscellaneous decorations, little things here and there.” it was brief dismissal from her grandmother, having decided that Belladonna was apparently not making fun of her. The young witch nodded before walking across the room and exiting out the front door — a smirk playing across her lips. The park wasn’t very far, and the nearly all the festival decorations were put up, the shimmering silver ribbons so closely matched the string around her wrist that the similarity was eerie. Donni lifted her wrist up to her face; the cord was translucent, the lines of her wrist fading in and out as she twisted her hand this way and that. Now, the witch was rather lazy by nature, so she merely stood there for a bit and watched as the volunteers finished setting up — she simply told herself that she would get in the way. By the time she got back home, it was eight and she had to rush and get changed into her festival outfit. It was then when her phone started vibrating violently in her pocket. Pulling it out, she read over Ro’s message with a smirk on her lips. Oh, this was going to be fun. Without bothering to answer, since she would see her best friend soon enough, she set upon dressing herself up. Her outfit was an elaborate piece of silk that outlined her curves and a matching silk sash that tied around her waist, nothing else. She stained her lips black with lipstick, added silver shimmer to her cheekbones and eyelids and painted her nails with matching silver nail polish. With the mess of ebony curls framing her face, she looked like a much darker version of her mother, who was all blonde waves and frail beauty. Sighing loudly, she pulled out the ribbon designed and charmed to bind the couples together, trying with all her might to convince herself not to do it, yet finding no reasons not to, and to be honest, she was excited. Each couple could not cut the string themselves; they had to wait for the Maiden to do it, for no other scissors or other instrument could cut through the spell. Donni cut the ribbon into five medium sized pieces before going to get her grandmother’s vials of oils used for spell casting, dabbing a finger in the vial of rose oil, she anointed each ribbon piece except for the last one — the one for Arthur and herself. Rose oil to promote love and infatuation between the soulmates, but she didn’t want to force things between her and the vampire. Lastly, she dabbed a little bit of patchouli oil on herself, to promote passion and seduction. She was going to be a sexy Maiden tonight. She smiled, her teeth looking dazzling white against the black of her lips.
Belladonna had exactly thirty minutes to get to the park, and her grandmother had already left. With no choice but to run, she got there in five minutes time — her face was flushed with exertion and her hair was a mess, the curls a mass of ink that flew behind her dramatically as she beheld each of people attending. It was rather easy, trailing the long cords to each of the couples. Some of the soulmates were already grouped together, and some were on opposite ends of the crowd. It was going to be hard to get to those, but she would deal with it. A sort of momentary hesitation shot through the crowd as they saw that the Maiden was not the usual woman, but someone much wilder, with purpose glinting in strange eyes and no depicting list in her hands. As her eyes slid over the people she was going to choose, her eyes met with Arthur’s for a brief moment before he looked away pointedly. Biting her lip, she looked off to the side, debating whether or not she was really going to bind them together. She ran up the stairs to the stage where Rowan and Echo and Ash were conversing about something and the two girls were holding coffee. Her stomach grumbled loudly, protesting the fact that she hadn’t eaten all day. Sighing loudly, she clamped a hand over her stomach and approached the group, staying closer to Ro and Echo than Ash, her fear towards the hunter evident. “Hey Ro! Echo! Ash! How do you guys like the festival so far?” a sarcastic question, since nothing had happened so far, and the most one could do was look at the decorations and say, ‘oh look! How pretty!’ She saw Ro look off into the crowd and the Maiden followed her gaze straight to a certain shifter that she absolutely loved to bother. The smile turned into a smirk as Rowan turned back to her and Donni couldn’t help but waggle her eyebrows suggestively. “Ooooh, Rowan!” she reached over and touched her best friend’s shoulder teasingly before she let her eyes run over the crowd of people, trying to find those who belonged together.
‘Rowan…’ she paused, searching until she found Ramses, the cord glinting like a beacon. ‘Ramses. They’re not going to be happy about that.’ So it went, saying the names in her head, and the cords responded, signaling the connections between those who belonged together — her pupils contracting and dilating with the calling of magic. ‘Roxy…Lucian. Fireworks galore. Jade…Devin. Interesting. Echo…Ashley.’ she inhaled sharply at that, a hunter with a Night Person? That was more than dangerous; it could prove to be deadly. Her brow furrowed in worry as she finished off the couples. ‘Arthur…Belladonna. Potentially disastrous.” she closed her eyes in resignation — she would bind them. The brunette was more than unsure of how that would work out, since there was always a sort of brooding coldness surrounding the made vampire — even though he was always very polite when Donni addressed him and tried to be friendly. She could sense that he didn’t want to be close to anyone, even so, she considered him a close friend. ‘A close friend who doesn’t consider himself my friend and who also happens to be my soulmate. Brilliant idea there, Goddess.’ she thought, a grimace on her face as she caught the vampire’s eyes once more — and once more he looked away. It was like playing a game of cat and mouse.
The Maiden watched at the Mayor began to give his little speech — it was a yearly thing and hardly anything new, but instead of people paying attention to the speech, she saw people’s eyes drifting to her. She could practically hear the humans’ scattered thoughts and bits and pieces of conversations. ‘Who is she?’ ‘Where’s the other girl?’ ‘She’s weird looking, isn’t she?’ ‘Strange eyes…’ ‘Too creepy…’ ‘Hey, she’s kinda hot...’ Disgusted, she sighed softly, she shot Rowan a quick smile that felt more like a grimace, and listened to the mayor’s little speech as she bounced back and forth on her bare feet, she wanted to get this show on the road. She called to mind the memory of her mother, who always stood by so patiently for her role to begin, and was reminded once more that she was — and always will be — different than her mother. Pushing her hair away from her face, she let the full force of her eyes hit the humans in front of her, trying to get them to pay attention so this could go much faster — all she wanted to do now was simply get the whole ordeal over with.
The Maiden looked around, the strings connecting people bright against the dark grass. Finally, the mayor wrapped up and Belladonna gave everyone a smile, her eyes meeting with her grandmother’s for a brief moment as the older woman gave her a nod. It was time. From somewhere, soft music started playing and smoke from lighted incense began to drift in, Donni stepped down from the podium. Dancing on light feet, she attempted to melt into the crowd, but people automatically parted to give her space. She felt the silk against her body, her feet connecting with the ground and grass beneath her, wind whispering to her to give away the locations of the people she was looking for. From beneath heavy-lidded, slightly glazed eyes, she pulled wrists gently from the silent crowd and tied strings, pulling them with her as she traveled. The people she chose, she all knew personally, and she tried to give them all small smiles as she tied the strings, though they came out a bit faded — even Ramses got a smile, though it came out rather sultry without her meaning it to. Lastly, with a dramatic twirl, she lifted her own wrist, tying the last string expertly to the one string that was left, the only one left alone, not anointed with oil — the one that led straight to Arthur. “The strings have been tied and will remain tied until morning; the Silver String Festival has now begun!” her voice carried in an ethereal way, on the wind. The couples faced each other, including her and Arthur. The rest of the crowd dispersed, the hopeful girls looking absolutely crushed, but the couples had expressions that could even put that disappointment to shame — including Arthur himself. Did she really make a mistake?
OOC
Click on the image on the side for her outfit. :3