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 Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 9:08 am
Anya fancied herself beautiful. And to be honest she was pretty in all her White and pink. She turned her head so it was angled in the puddle at her paws and spent a moment admiring herself. As she had aged her vanity had grown steadily worse. she loved the rare rainstorms so that she could admire herself in puddles as she was doing now. She didn't mean to be vain and her bragging was done with some innocence. However her goal had become clear. She would find her handsome prince charming and wed herself to him. She looked u at the sound of rustling and flicked back her ears. "Hello? Who's there?"
Amnot was incredibly composed on the outside but inside...she was in a state of panic. Not that she would ever show it though, not the dark lioness was all about composure. She would never let anyone see her in her weaker moments. She had recently returned from her mother's home pride and met her great-grandmother who expressed interest, once she recognize who she was a child of, at once again seeing her mother. She shook her head, she needed to calm down, but she had a hard time reigning herself in. She was panicked mostly because she feared that Mpenzi wouldn't be alive for much longer. She had a terrible feeling in her gut. At her sister's voice she snapped, without mean to, "Who do you think?"
"Oh Amnot. It's you." Anya released a held breath and moved toward her sister. Anya liked to keep within short travelling distance of her family when possible but she had not been to their mother's pride. She wasn't really sure why. Perhaps it' was because she wanted to make her own life somewhere. "What's wrong with you? You're looking rather...frazzled if I do say so myself." Was something following her? She hoped not! Unless it was a handsome male, of course!
A scowl formed upon her features when her sister mentioned her looking a bit frazzled. "Nothings wrong!" she snapped with more venom in her tone than she meant. "I'm fine. Everything is fine. Why wouldn't it be?" Amnot did not like the fact that her concerns were showing so prominently. "Enough about me. What are you doing?"
Anya looked a little startled at that. She was a timid creature when it came to confrontation and much prefferred to smile and talk happily about things. She wanted to question her sibling about what was wrong - because something was up! However she wasn't going to risk a slap. Instead she moved a little closer, purring softly in an attempt to soothe the other. "Okay, okay. Calm down, sweetie. I'm not doing anything except enjoying the bounties of the rainfall. I do love the world after a good lot of rain." She sniffed delicately. "Dont you?"
"I don't need to calm down," she replied with a shake of her head. Amont was not one to admit her faults or even accept them when they were mentioned, and if her sister couldn't understand that. Well there would be some confrontation just around the corner. "Rain is only good for the clean water it provides, otherwise it just creates mud which is a giant mess that isn't needed," she shook her head. "It takes far too long to clean off."
Anya, still purring gently, extended her neck to kiss the air just before her sister's muzzle. Boy, was she in a bad mood! Better watch herself when she was being like this! "Oh Amnot, mud IS horrible but the rain makes everything fresh and new. The puddles are so clear today. You can see your reflection perfectly. It's not so bad. Come and sit with me a bit." She gestured for her to come to her side. "Have you had a busy morning?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 11:19 am
The dark female arched a brow at her sister's ridiculous motion. What on earth had gotten into her family? She sighed softly doing her best not to show just how much she was annoyed. "Perhaps, still sometimes I believe that it is more trouble than it is worth," she replied with a small shrug. "You know Anya, there is more to life than how pretty your reflection is," she stated cooly doing her best to hide the venom. "There's more to a person than the way they appear on the outside," She moved a bit closer to her sister but made no motion to sit down. "Yes. Have you seen Mother?"
She blinked and drew her head back a little. More to life than being beautiful? But really, wasn't that the role of the female? To be pretty for her potential mate? To allure him with her looks and bind their love? For, after all, a handsome prince would never taken an ugly female to be his bride?
Anya opened her mouth to say so, but fell silent again at the question. At least her sister seemed to be a little calmer now. "Mother? No...no, I haven't. I was getting a bit worried, actually. Do you know where she might be? We could go and look for her, perhaps?"
Amnot realized how her words might have affected her all too image-concious sister but felt the same either way. If you were pretty, then you were pretty, but if not...well that shouldn't matter. Not to her at least. She wrinkled her nose as her sister replied to her question. "Very well then..." she sighed. Perhaps this would prove to me more difficult than she imagined it would be. "She's probably fine, probably off with Father," she stated frowning. She couldn't stand how lovey dovey they were for each other. It made her sick. "If you would like to,"
"Sure, why not." Anya shrugged and bounced back to her paws, throwing her sister a cautious glance. "Sis, are you sure you're okay? You don't seem very happy." What if she knew something about Mother that she didn't? What if there was something wrong? She tried not to worry, but worrying was a skill that Anya had had since she'd been very small.
"You would tell me if there was something wrong, wouldn't you?"
"I'm fine. Whatever may be bothering me is no concern of yours sister," she stated plainly. The problem that was bogging down her mine was for her only. Well and eventually her mother if she could ever find the her. Never once had she imagined meeting her great grandmother and now that she had...well...it had left her distressed. She pressed her lips together in thought at her sister's question. She shook her head. "No, I don't think I would tell you Anya," she replied. "My problems are my business, I don't have time to be bothering others with it."
Anya stiffened, her pace faltering at her sister's words. What was wrong with her? She was only trying to help! And if she was going to be mean about it, then enough was enough. She'd stop caring, just like that!
But it wouldn't be just like that.
"Fine then." She replied, hurt. "Keep it to yourself, Amnot. Keep it locked away, let the upset and anger grow in you and make you ugly! See if I care! We're supposed to be sisters but I hardly even know you. What does that say about us? Well?!"
She was surprised by her own frustation and sadness about being shut out from her sister's life. She wanted to know more but she had a terrible feeling it was never going to happen.
What would their parents think, if they could see them arguing like this?
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 11:42 am
Amnot stood still as if her sister's words had no effect on her. It wasn't that she didn't care, she did but she'd rather deal with her problems on her own. She was completely independent, she didn't have time, in her opinion, to let other's in and help her. She'd rather do it all on her own.
"I would just rather deal with my problems myself, they are my problems and should not become anyone elses," she explained. "I'm sorry if this offends you but it is just how I am," Amnot shook her head. It was amazing how emotional other's could be. "I hardly know you. Perhaps we are only sisters by blood but strangers otherwise. Does that really bother you?"
She found there were tears in her eyes. Tears of sadness as she realised how different...how far apart they were. Her sister was so grown up, she could handle things all on her own, but Anya...Anya wanted to be there for her. She wanted her sister to realise she had a friend in her. But they were strangers and it did bother her.
"Yes." Her voice was hoarse. "Yes, it does bother me. We're sisters, Amnot. We were brought into this world together. And yet you won't share anything. Okay, so you'd prefer to keep your problems to yourself, but when I see it in your eyes...see something is bothering you, I worry because I know I can't be of any use."
She stamped a forepaw. "Do you not care that we barely know anything about each other? Amnot?"
"I care, just not in the way you wish me to," she responded. "I am not an emotional person, I never had been and I doubt that I ever will be and for that I apologize to you sister," she sighed softly. "It is not that I do not wish to get to know you it is just that i do know you," she gave the pale female a half smile. "You are incredibly similar to Mother. You are both ruled by your emotions and have dreams that..." she paused wrinkling her nose. "to me seem ridiculous and unattainable but to you two so very real. You are looking for your 'prince' just like Mother did before she found Father."
She looked to the ground. "I don't share anything. I do not have dreams like you and Mother have. I keep to myself, I do what I need to and what I find necessary but I will not go out of my way something I do not need. I don't chase dreams or fantasies in hope that they will become real, because for me...they will not," she looked back up. "I'm not that kind of person, but you...you can."
She relaxed the muscles in her body as her sister spoke, both shocked and overjoyed at this revelation. Overjoyed because this was the first time they had indulged in proper conversation and shocked because she could not believe that her sister had no dreams to chase.
Did she not want her handsome prince? Did she not want to be swept off of her paws, to fall in love? To be a good wife and mother?
She shook her head, her eyes sad. "You could if you wanted to." She whispered back. "Everyone deserves a dream...a hope for the future. Surely you must wish for something in your life? Something attainable?"
"I have dreams sisters, just not ones like your own," she told her a soft smile upon her maw. "I do not wish to find a prince to sweep me off my paws. Instead I wish for more practical things. To be able to survive, to be able to do the things that need to be done. Personally," she laughed quietly. "I do not have time for things such as a romance. I'm not built for the emotion roller-coaster a fairy tale romance can come with," she commented. " I seek simpler things. I do not need love, a mate or a prince to define myself."
She smiled a little brighter. "I am happy with who I am and I don't need someone to complete myself, that is all sister."
She nodded softly, understanding to a degree. Her sister's independance was as dear to her as she thought of finding love. Well, she supposed that was fine. And who knew, maybe one day - whether her sister wanted it or not - she'd find love.
"I...understand." For a moment it looked like she might say more. Instead she motioned to continue and took a few steps.
"Come on, Amnot, lets go find Mother."
/fin.
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