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 Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:53 am
Perfecting an artform.
Anger rose and fell with the girl's chest, breath heaving itself in and out of her lungs as a mood of deep resentment settled over the child.
She was not of the inclination to fail. Ever.
And that she was doing. With all her attempts, all her work over the past week, still the ribbons of black in her largely grey crystals would not meet, would not fill in those shining playthings in the way she willed them to do.
A large tantrum had met the efforts of the previous day, with one of the footmen bearing the brunt of her ill temper, in the form of a few bruises across his thighs where she had struck out. How dared something stay out of her reach?
Like a spoiled child, she expecting anything she wished to be granted her, and like a spoiled child, when crossed, she lashed out violently. The difference in Breena lay in the times her violence generally found vent. Though anger had whipped itself out of her of late due to her inability to gain the talents she wished immediately, in general the girl could withhold any urge until the most opportune time. Like an artwork, she would make careful brushstrokes, building a crescendo of colour bit by bit, until at last it was ready, and that last sweeping stroke arose from within, and then, then would the climax be achieved, the knife twisted.
This, indeed, was Breena's great skill, her ability to bide her time, to know when the moment to strike was nigh, like a huntress stalking her prey.
And this was what was entirely lacking from her approach to learning.
The thought struck her mind as if by blow, and sent a smile snaking across her pale lips. Yes, time was an asset, not an enemy.
With these thoughts dancing in her mind, she set back to her work, and indeed, time would prove her old friend.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:55 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 4:06 am
Playing with fire.
Much time had passed since Elsa's precious golden locks had fallen victim to Breena's wrath, and some growth had resumed in their curls. Still, however, the maid refused to go near the now able-bodied girl, a fear which seemed to give Breena cause for much mirth, for many was the time she would push Elsa to the limits of her tolerance, skulking around the servant's quarters to give her some small fright.
Weeks passed in this state of frozen agitation between the pair, Elsa stroking her plait whenever Breena passed, Breena setting small tricks, at least half of which went unnoticed and unaborted by Riife. A battle was building, waiting to happen, until one morning it exploded once more.
Elsa's duties had been changed to include lighting a fire in each of the bedrooms upon her refusal to watch over Lady Siri's wards, and though Eydis, Ceiba and Breena were in general fast asleep at this time, and thus unaware of which, if any, servant stoked their fires, the noise of a tinder falling awoke that pale, raven-haired girl one fateful morning.
As her eyelids fluttered open, a flaxen shape floated before her eyes, Elsa had her back turned and was lighting a flame in the fireplace, but was entirely unmistakeable to one so used to being on the lookout for her.
It was a very few moments before the reason for the maid's presence in her room dawned, and only a few more before a plan of attack followed it. Silently did Breena snuggle back under her covers and allow a smirk to curl wickedly over her features, careful not to awaken suspicion in the blonde damsel's mind. Elsa would soon be Breena's plaything once more.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 4:07 am
Playing with fire, take two.
The idea lurked within Breena's mind for a few days before she had stoked it into a fully thought out plan, and upon that decision, her temper gained a marked turn to the sugary, sweet girl that all who knew her well enough dreaded. This was a child never so lovely as when she had an ace up her sleeve, or a knife in your belly.
She wandered about the house, humming to herself and smiling sweetly at that golden-haired servant, until Elsa did not know whether to continue her silent war on the ward of her mistress, or smile back into that childish face. Elsa, it appeared, was not conversant with Breena's ways.
A week passed before the child's plan could be put into place, for Breena liked to wind her victims to a sense of trust before their downfall. At length, Elsa seemed to be melting, if only into confusion, and it seemed time to do as she wished, as she craved. It would require careful attention to detail, she realised, and thus the night before her planned attack, she stayed awake, eyes drooping but focused on the ceiling above her, willing dreams to stay at bay, until the last sound of the servants below had died away.
Once the noises were a distant memory, she swung her feet over the side of the bed, onto the cold, wooden floor, chills running through them. Still, she had work to do, and left the feelings running up her legs be.
Stealing to a chest of drawers, she pulled a bottle out of it, some alcohol stolen from Riife's quarters, for he always had a plentiful stock.
This she opened, sniffed gingerly, and pulled a face at. Just how the butler could drink such muck was beyond her. Still, it was flammable, this much she knew, and that was all she needed from it. In silence, she pulled the pale of firewood from the side of the fireplace, choosing a likely log, and hiding the others away under her bed. Elsa would not notice the sudden disappearance, she lacked such intelligence. The chosen log then the only one left, she poured a line of the alcohol over one side, before replacing it back into the pale, and putting it back in place.
She then doused the ashes of previous fires, left in the grate, with the liquid, making sure to leave enough in the bottle to do as she needed. Yes, the morning would bring great fun for Breena.
She did not close her eyes again that night, for each hour seemed to stretch on into days. Like a child awaiting christmas morning she lay awake, body tingling with anticipation. Every few minutes she would finger the bottle hidden under her pillow, and smirk with untold glee.
And still the hours ticked on, slowly, ever so slowly winding away the night, until at last footsteps sounded in the corridor.
Breena almost gasped with excitement, before calmly reminding herself that Elsa must notice nothing untoward. The smell of alcohol would be enough, so everything else must appear perfectly normal.
The girl squeezed her eyes shut as the door into her bedroom opened slowly, and listened with tensed ears to the footsteps across her floor, the scrape as a tinder was laid on the fireplace, the answering metalic scratch of the pale being pulled.
Next came the gentle thump of her chosen log landing on the ashes, and when the noise of the tinder lighting came, Breena could no longer hold her eyes closed, the caught breath burning in her chest.
As she saw that small flame get nearer, nearer, her fingers grasped for the bottle, unscrewed it's lid in silence.
The flame was lit, and with a gentle fwoosh the whole grate went up in flames, surprising the servant bent before it. Another surprise came as a liquid was flung upon her outstretched arm, and it, too, went up in the blazing orange and yellow.
A shriek pierced the still morning, as Elsa slapped at her arm, screaming and hollering, until she at last woke half the household, and put out the seething fire upon her person.
"YOU!" she screamed as she spun to meet Breena's smirking countenance, ignoring the group rushing from the doorway.
"You little devil!" she shrieked, before delivering a slap full to the pale child's face, sending the cheek into an answering red, and the eyes into a burning rage.
As Lady Siri gasped, Ceiba boggled and Eydis almost smiled, a pair of her fellows held Elsa back, and Breena merely trembled with anger, not a word drawn from her.
Elsa would regret that.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 1:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 5:47 pm
Cat among the pigeons.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 6:06 pm
Merry Christmas!Given to Breena:
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 5:01 pm
What's this? It appears your Legend has been kidnapped!
They're nowhere to be found, but there is a note left behind-
Your child will be returned to you when our examination is through.
We approximate 24 hours to be the time necessary.
To find out what's happening in this metaplot piece and RP your Legend's part, please click here.PS- 24 hours ic time, from their kidnapping to their return. The time to RP it out will depend on the group.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 11:30 am
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