09-22-2022, 11:32 AM
Despite the cottony cloudcover moseying across the periwinkle blue of the skies, the bold sun still shined true high above the clover-shaped pool. A chorus of birdsong sets the limbs of the pines alive and a chattering pair of squirrels quickly joined the fray as they chased one another through the low boughs. A smile blossoms idly across the onyx trimmed muzzle of Dawn’s daughter as she peered from the source of the song to trace the wide expanse above. Summertime’s child — Lycoris found herself most content to lay with her dusky toes facing the heavens with a sturdy lily pad to support her.
Waking just before the dawn, when the fading stars still held their own court high above and there still was the chill of night lingering, had its perks. Her morning’s bounty laid nestled on a skin lakeside and it boasted a strange assortment of baubles and greenery that the noblewoman discovered along the way. Delicate buds of the season’s flowers twisted in chains and crowns alongside coloured stones both weatherworn and washed. Hellbent on being of some use, she harvested small bouquets of lavender and feverfew to bring back as evidence at least. She reasoned, of course, that at least she was not entirely wasting her time and avoiding her duties —but really, she was lying to herself.
Breathing a sigh of relief as the sun warmed her dark belly and she stretched languidly in the warmth, Lycoris knew the real answer as she mulled it over. Anything to escape the pretentious halls of the Dell and its endless machinations — exhausting at best and troubling at worst. She had been told that before the fall - before they had lost everything - her family was free from the steely grip of the high queen. Now, it seemed, that grip remained steadfast. It was in these quiet reflections that she knew her heart ached for something she couldn’t quite remember and something that could never be. Dawn, her personal Hiraeth. But with the gentle cradle of the placid lake acting as an embrace, the breeze combing through the thick waves of sunshine and shadow locks, the sun’s warmth balm to her soul; it was just the right shade of paradise for but a time. Or so she believed, as she slipped into faintest of slumbers that was sure not to last.
Waking just before the dawn, when the fading stars still held their own court high above and there still was the chill of night lingering, had its perks. Her morning’s bounty laid nestled on a skin lakeside and it boasted a strange assortment of baubles and greenery that the noblewoman discovered along the way. Delicate buds of the season’s flowers twisted in chains and crowns alongside coloured stones both weatherworn and washed. Hellbent on being of some use, she harvested small bouquets of lavender and feverfew to bring back as evidence at least. She reasoned, of course, that at least she was not entirely wasting her time and avoiding her duties —but really, she was lying to herself.
Breathing a sigh of relief as the sun warmed her dark belly and she stretched languidly in the warmth, Lycoris knew the real answer as she mulled it over. Anything to escape the pretentious halls of the Dell and its endless machinations — exhausting at best and troubling at worst. She had been told that before the fall - before they had lost everything - her family was free from the steely grip of the high queen. Now, it seemed, that grip remained steadfast. It was in these quiet reflections that she knew her heart ached for something she couldn’t quite remember and something that could never be. Dawn, her personal Hiraeth. But with the gentle cradle of the placid lake acting as an embrace, the breeze combing through the thick waves of sunshine and shadow locks, the sun’s warmth balm to her soul; it was just the right shade of paradise for but a time. Or so she believed, as she slipped into faintest of slumbers that was sure not to last.
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