[J] Knightly and Lieslesera (A)

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MAJORLY REVAMPING GHJKHKH KG IGNORE EVERYTHING PLEASE DISGUSTING WRITING FROM TWO YEARS AGO
KNIGHTLY'S PLOT WILL BE REWRITTEN IN MORE DETAIL/HER PSEUDONYM WILL ACTUALLY BE IMPORTANT AND LESS OF A GIMMICK

 

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Knightly Austerity
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Female ; 17
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co-columnist "Stephen Scarborough"
part-time charity violinist
errand girl for the Austerity Paper Company
errand girl for the Austerity Bakery



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TOTEM - FAWN - YEARLING - DOE

the encounter

The violin strings’ desires, the metronomic beat of the type writer’s work, the virgins whom sang for charity, and the mother with her pony whip. Knightly Austerity is both helped and hindered by the different facets of her adolescence, intuition being her guide. The forest’s ancient greens and her encased violin are her companions before returning to Kanteburely, the Austerity residence between Palisade and Oldcastle. She’d gone to Wardwood to spare herself the pony whip for the substitute of praise, naive to the Wood’s ethereal significance. The berries found in the olden Wood would impress her mother if the young Austerity should find them. The forest trembles from the breeze; mindlessly, she joins the green in song and violin. Both her violin case and usual clarity of mind fall away. Knightly opens her mouth to sing, but the words are foreign and the tune nothing an Austerity could invent.

“O doe or buck of ward and wood, how doth thou sing a song?
With little mind to judge or chide, where wouldst thou belong?”

It was almost as if another voice was leaving her lips, but she knew the chords and meter to be her own. Amidst the Wood, the leaves beneath her feet danced in activity. The berries are far behind her in thought and an odd feeling encourages her to continue. Her feet advance and a magnetic pull draws her deeper into nature’s relic. She closes her eyes in fear, a surviving reflex from childhood.

“A fool for gold and maiden toil, wouldst thou divert the future’s coil?
A hoofed spirit of sagacious ken, as pure as the young maids’s pen?”

The wind intensifies and howls, frightening the young Austerity. She strings with a new elegance not derived from skill or practice, her movements unaligned with her amateur status. Her lips continue in song as light and visibility disappear. She enters Wardwood’s deep interior.

"A fool for gold and maiden toil, wouldst thou divert the future’s coil?
The maiden soul, so naive and fresh, it knows not of pain to mind nor flesh."

O Wardenwood, O Cleverwood, spare her of life's deceit.
She is but a human soul, give her wisdom and a guide to meet!”

For what purpose does her heart sing? She sings an unconscious truth. The violin goes on and she strings furiously until the pull departs. When she opens her eyes, the instrument slips from her fingers and her mouth emits a tiny “oh”.

In the center of the clearing, a chief tree stands prominent. Its bark seems older than the others, yet it exhibits a freshness, embellished with small, four-legged totems, each unique from its other. The girl feels small to the Sunderland people, but she feels smaller in comparison to the tree.

She touches one, then another, before her hand is directed by an odd sensation to a doelike, ivory totem of black swirls, regal and commanding.

A hoofed spirit of sagacious ken, as pure as the young maid’s pen.

 

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