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 Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 7:42 am
It was a rain lashed day two months after Arachne had returned home. Her Grandmother's remains had been interred in the family crypt; her family had a long standing tradition of cremating the bodies of their dead and burying the ash container in stately coffins with items that meant the most to the deceased and items from relatives.
Arachne had written a long letter, putting down everything she hadn't said to her Grandmother, things she should have said when she alive, thanking her for being around when Arachne needed her, and pushing her to work on her natural abilities as a seer. A lock of the young demonesses hair was folded into the letter, and she had put it in the coffin before it was sealed.
Now she was stood next to the coffin in the crypt, tears streaming down her cheeks as she said her goodbyes, unable to bear leaving the crypt, although all that was left of her Grandmother was ashes and memories. Finally she slowly turned away, climbing the shallow stone steps and out into the rain, tilting her head skywards and feeling the drops splash on her face.
'Oh Gram..' she said, sighing heavily, feeling the sorrow welling up as tears again but she didn't want to cry anymore. Behind her the groundskeeper closed and sealed the crypt door, and for a lack of anything else to do she splashed her way across the grounds and eventually was inside her family home. A silent servant handed a towel on her entrance, and she wrapped it around her head, before bending to pull off her boots and heading into the large living room. Towelling her hair dry as she settled into her Grandmother's favourite comfy chair, the soft, worn seat cushions sunk under her weight.
She stared into the heart of the flickering fire in the hearth, twisting and knotting the towel in her hands. Arachne wanted to cry, and scream and rage - but most of all she needed a hug. She dropped the towel in her lap and wrapped her own arms around herself, bringing her knees up and curling into a ball, trying to comfort herself. Tomorrow she would likely have to make a decision about her future, but for this moment she couldn't think, and she slowly fell asleep in the chair.
WC: 389
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 7:43 am
Arachne had spent the rest of her time at home packing away her Grandmother's belongings, and spending as little time as possible with her mother. She knew that because her mother's mother had died a long time ago, and that her Gram blamed Arachne's mother for the death of her father that there had been much animosity but even Arachne had not expected what was revealed in the contents of her Grandmother's will. Everything had been left to her, including the family home (which she had not realised was not in her mother's name, surely another bone of contention), and another property which had been her Gram's home at one point.
Arachne was a very rich demoness indeed now, which was of little comfort to her currently. As it was, because of the will, her mother was threatening to destory anything that belonged to 'the old harridan' - her mother's words - and so Arachne was having anything that wouldn't in her dorm room once she returned to school crated up and sent to her Gram's old house. Not even the offer to sign over the family home to her mother had helped, instead she had been subjected to a torrent of rage, furious at her what she felt was 'pity charity' her mother hadn't spoken to Arachne since and she had even heard whispers from the servants (who hurriedly changed the subject when they saw her) that her mother was planning on packing up and leaving.
So it was time to go. Once she had done all the needed to, scoured the place of anything meaningful to herself or her Grams she would leave and likely not return. Her home had become a place sorrow and anger, and with the passing of the last person who could induce her to visit, she felt no more ties with it.
Days later she was back at school. Outwardly she looked exactly the same; pale, slender, slightly haughty but inwardly she was very much different. She looked at the school through different eyes, she would make it her own, work hard to live up to her Grandmother's expectations and find what family she could make with acquaintances and what close friends she might still have or could make anew.
Once her luggage was hauled to her dorm, and the place cleaned up she would try and find her feet again. In a way Arachne felt as if she was arriving on her first day again, it was a chance to start afresh..although she would have to make apologies to some and there was one relationship that had just started to feel special, and she hoped that there was a way to return to what she felt had started.
WC: 456
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