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Tasia -- her beloved sister -- was coming to visit. It was overdue, she knew that, but things had been...strange since she had made the decision to get away from their mother. She had felt like a traitor to her own blood, choosing the comforts of her old life over her family. At least, half of it. She had fussed this morning over her own appearance, and then that had translated over to Melina’s appearance too. She had been so distracted that she’d had to re-do her hair twice before it was good enough for the lady to see. She had taken the rest of the morning off, but she enjoyed doing Melina’s hair. It was the only thing she seemed able to do right these days.
It was starting to become stressful...being a lady’s maid. It was nothing like she had first imagined, and although there were parts of it that were easy enough...it had proven more difficult than initially anticipated. Sara was slowly becoming convinced that Xanthippe was out to get her, to make her life as miserable as possible. It had been twice already that she’d messed up, heeding Xan’s advice on one matter or another. It was embarrassing, especially when her mistakes were on display in front of Lady Melina. At first, the girl had thought she had merely misunderstood or misheard but it was becoming all the clearer that Xanthippe did not have her best interests at heart.
That was something that she hoped she could speak to Tasia about today. She had always been the more...aggressively diplomatic of the two of them. She could spin the court to her whims without a thought, twist her knife and make the other party think it was their own doing. The brunette brushed her hair back from her cheek, sweeping it behind her ear. When she saw Tasia arriving, she was a burst of motion. She jumped from her window seat and hurried out into the halls. She skirted nobility with an air of calm, but as soon as they were out of sight -- she was running.
Tasia might scold her for such theatrics, but she did not care. The quickest way to her sister was running, logically of course. She took the steps three at a time, her ankles protesting and threatening to give way but she managed. “Tasi!” She called exuberantly, her smile as radiant as the sun. Tears, surprisingly, swam in her vision but that didn’t stop her from throwing herself at her elder sister with all that she had. Their slim forms met with force, and Sara buried her face into her sister’s neck. “Tasi, you’re here!”
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Today was an exciting day.
Tasia -- her beloved sister -- was coming to visit. It was overdue, she knew that, but things had been...strange since she had made the decision to get away from their mother. She had felt like a traitor to her own blood, choosing the comforts of her old life over her family. At least, half of it. She had fussed this morning over her own appearance, and then that had translated over to Melina’s appearance too. She had been so distracted that she’d had to re-do her hair twice before it was good enough for the lady to see. She had taken the rest of the morning off, but she enjoyed doing Melina’s hair. It was the only thing she seemed able to do right these days.
It was starting to become stressful...being a lady’s maid. It was nothing like she had first imagined, and although there were parts of it that were easy enough...it had proven more difficult than initially anticipated. Sara was slowly becoming convinced that Xanthippe was out to get her, to make her life as miserable as possible. It had been twice already that she’d messed up, heeding Xan’s advice on one matter or another. It was embarrassing, especially when her mistakes were on display in front of Lady Melina. At first, the girl had thought she had merely misunderstood or misheard but it was becoming all the clearer that Xanthippe did not have her best interests at heart.
That was something that she hoped she could speak to Tasia about today. She had always been the more...aggressively diplomatic of the two of them. She could spin the court to her whims without a thought, twist her knife and make the other party think it was their own doing. The brunette brushed her hair back from her cheek, sweeping it behind her ear. When she saw Tasia arriving, she was a burst of motion. She jumped from her window seat and hurried out into the halls. She skirted nobility with an air of calm, but as soon as they were out of sight -- she was running.
Tasia might scold her for such theatrics, but she did not care. The quickest way to her sister was running, logically of course. She took the steps three at a time, her ankles protesting and threatening to give way but she managed. “Tasi!” She called exuberantly, her smile as radiant as the sun. Tears, surprisingly, swam in her vision but that didn’t stop her from throwing herself at her elder sister with all that she had. Their slim forms met with force, and Sara buried her face into her sister’s neck. “Tasi, you’re here!”
Today was an exciting day.
Tasia -- her beloved sister -- was coming to visit. It was overdue, she knew that, but things had been...strange since she had made the decision to get away from their mother. She had felt like a traitor to her own blood, choosing the comforts of her old life over her family. At least, half of it. She had fussed this morning over her own appearance, and then that had translated over to Melina’s appearance too. She had been so distracted that she’d had to re-do her hair twice before it was good enough for the lady to see. She had taken the rest of the morning off, but she enjoyed doing Melina’s hair. It was the only thing she seemed able to do right these days.
It was starting to become stressful...being a lady’s maid. It was nothing like she had first imagined, and although there were parts of it that were easy enough...it had proven more difficult than initially anticipated. Sara was slowly becoming convinced that Xanthippe was out to get her, to make her life as miserable as possible. It had been twice already that she’d messed up, heeding Xan’s advice on one matter or another. It was embarrassing, especially when her mistakes were on display in front of Lady Melina. At first, the girl had thought she had merely misunderstood or misheard but it was becoming all the clearer that Xanthippe did not have her best interests at heart.
That was something that she hoped she could speak to Tasia about today. She had always been the more...aggressively diplomatic of the two of them. She could spin the court to her whims without a thought, twist her knife and make the other party think it was their own doing. The brunette brushed her hair back from her cheek, sweeping it behind her ear. When she saw Tasia arriving, she was a burst of motion. She jumped from her window seat and hurried out into the halls. She skirted nobility with an air of calm, but as soon as they were out of sight -- she was running.
Tasia might scold her for such theatrics, but she did not care. The quickest way to her sister was running, logically of course. She took the steps three at a time, her ankles protesting and threatening to give way but she managed. “Tasi!” She called exuberantly, her smile as radiant as the sun. Tears, surprisingly, swam in her vision but that didn’t stop her from throwing herself at her elder sister with all that she had. Their slim forms met with force, and Sara buried her face into her sister’s neck. “Tasi, you’re here!”
Round and round Iyonna went, her body pressed against Tasia’s calf. The more her owner ignored her, the more insistent her mews got. But Tasia was was somewhere else, caught between here and her thoughts, so her cries fell on deaf ears. Even as she grew curious and jumped into Tasia’s lap, the girl did not move. She just continued to stare out into the night, so Iyonna stared with her. Sometimes, when she was all alone like she was now, Tasia dreamed she walked out into the night and never looked back. It was a pretty dream. It was her favorite dream.
But it was just that; a dream. So Tasia pulled her gaze away from the night and rose from her seat, and pretended it did not hurt to see Iyonna leap into the dark, going where her master could not. She pretended the words “wait for me” were not on her lips, pretended she was content as she blew out her candles and crawled into bed. Iyonna would be back with the dawn and Tasia would be alright. She had to be. Otherwise she had nothing left.
So sun rose again and Tasia with it. She had half the mind to stay in bed for the remainder of the day, but knew that wouldn’t do. Sara was expecting her and her mother would never allow it. With nothing to keep her in bed, Tasia got up and readied herself for the day alone.
Tasia was always alone.
With nimble fingers she wove a golden ribbon through her hair, pushing up the crown of her hair while the rest fell down her back in waves, the ends of the ribbon in tow. She dressed in peach, belt pulled tight around her waist, and around her neck the pearl necklace her mother gave her so long ago. In seconds the dreamer was gone, hidden away. All that was left to see was what she allowed anyone to see. She was her mother’s mirror, for better and for worse. With nothing left to delay her, Tasia glided out of her room and left. She hardly paid any attention to the trip. She smiled and blushed charismatically when needed, batted her eyelashes and giggled when called for, but she was relatively quiet the whole way. She didn’t know why she was suddenly so nervous to see her sister. It was just Sara, she told herself with a snort, but a part of her refused to forgive Sara for leaving and a part of her worried Sara refused to forgive Tasia for all the harsh things she’d said.
There was even a part of her that wished her little sister would come home with her and a part that knew she wouldn’t.
Whatever. It felt both hours and minutes by the time Tasia arrived, and she stared up at the manor with furrowed brows. Once she had lived in lavish and comfort such as this, but then her father died. And just like that she was nothing. She was shooed away by her brothers like a beggar at their door, like an animal. They didn’t care what would happen to her. They never cared..
“Tasi!”
Tasia blinked, clearing away any resentment as she spotted her sister flying towards her. She had half the mind to tell her sister to slow down, she was messing up her hair by running, but a rush of emotion slammed at her chest at the sight of Sara and she was at a loss for words. Before she even had the chance to gather herself, Sara was in front of her and the two girls collided. The air left her lungs at the impact, but Tasia didn’t care. In seconds they were girls again and racing through their marbled halls, playing princess and eating sweets. They had been attached at the hip then, best friends...When had it gotten so messy? Not allowing herself to get emotional, Tasia cleared her throat and gently pulled away, but her smile was kind as she reached for her sister’s hand, if not a tad reserved. “Why are you crying?”She chuckled, her free hand reaching up to tidy Sara’s hair. “It hasn’t been that long, you know.”
Liar, she thought bitterly, it had been long enough. As complicated as their relationship was, the sisters had never been apart from one another until Sara moved. It had broken Tasia’s heart; from her sister’s tears, perhaps it had broken her’s, too. “Don’t tell me you actually missed me!” She joked. Partially.
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Round and round Iyonna went, her body pressed against Tasia’s calf. The more her owner ignored her, the more insistent her mews got. But Tasia was was somewhere else, caught between here and her thoughts, so her cries fell on deaf ears. Even as she grew curious and jumped into Tasia’s lap, the girl did not move. She just continued to stare out into the night, so Iyonna stared with her. Sometimes, when she was all alone like she was now, Tasia dreamed she walked out into the night and never looked back. It was a pretty dream. It was her favorite dream.
But it was just that; a dream. So Tasia pulled her gaze away from the night and rose from her seat, and pretended it did not hurt to see Iyonna leap into the dark, going where her master could not. She pretended the words “wait for me” were not on her lips, pretended she was content as she blew out her candles and crawled into bed. Iyonna would be back with the dawn and Tasia would be alright. She had to be. Otherwise she had nothing left.
So sun rose again and Tasia with it. She had half the mind to stay in bed for the remainder of the day, but knew that wouldn’t do. Sara was expecting her and her mother would never allow it. With nothing to keep her in bed, Tasia got up and readied herself for the day alone.
Tasia was always alone.
With nimble fingers she wove a golden ribbon through her hair, pushing up the crown of her hair while the rest fell down her back in waves, the ends of the ribbon in tow. She dressed in peach, belt pulled tight around her waist, and around her neck the pearl necklace her mother gave her so long ago. In seconds the dreamer was gone, hidden away. All that was left to see was what she allowed anyone to see. She was her mother’s mirror, for better and for worse. With nothing left to delay her, Tasia glided out of her room and left. She hardly paid any attention to the trip. She smiled and blushed charismatically when needed, batted her eyelashes and giggled when called for, but she was relatively quiet the whole way. She didn’t know why she was suddenly so nervous to see her sister. It was just Sara, she told herself with a snort, but a part of her refused to forgive Sara for leaving and a part of her worried Sara refused to forgive Tasia for all the harsh things she’d said.
There was even a part of her that wished her little sister would come home with her and a part that knew she wouldn’t.
Whatever. It felt both hours and minutes by the time Tasia arrived, and she stared up at the manor with furrowed brows. Once she had lived in lavish and comfort such as this, but then her father died. And just like that she was nothing. She was shooed away by her brothers like a beggar at their door, like an animal. They didn’t care what would happen to her. They never cared..
“Tasi!”
Tasia blinked, clearing away any resentment as she spotted her sister flying towards her. She had half the mind to tell her sister to slow down, she was messing up her hair by running, but a rush of emotion slammed at her chest at the sight of Sara and she was at a loss for words. Before she even had the chance to gather herself, Sara was in front of her and the two girls collided. The air left her lungs at the impact, but Tasia didn’t care. In seconds they were girls again and racing through their marbled halls, playing princess and eating sweets. They had been attached at the hip then, best friends...When had it gotten so messy? Not allowing herself to get emotional, Tasia cleared her throat and gently pulled away, but her smile was kind as she reached for her sister’s hand, if not a tad reserved. “Why are you crying?”She chuckled, her free hand reaching up to tidy Sara’s hair. “It hasn’t been that long, you know.”
Liar, she thought bitterly, it had been long enough. As complicated as their relationship was, the sisters had never been apart from one another until Sara moved. It had broken Tasia’s heart; from her sister’s tears, perhaps it had broken her’s, too. “Don’t tell me you actually missed me!” She joked. Partially.
Round and round Iyonna went, her body pressed against Tasia’s calf. The more her owner ignored her, the more insistent her mews got. But Tasia was was somewhere else, caught between here and her thoughts, so her cries fell on deaf ears. Even as she grew curious and jumped into Tasia’s lap, the girl did not move. She just continued to stare out into the night, so Iyonna stared with her. Sometimes, when she was all alone like she was now, Tasia dreamed she walked out into the night and never looked back. It was a pretty dream. It was her favorite dream.
But it was just that; a dream. So Tasia pulled her gaze away from the night and rose from her seat, and pretended it did not hurt to see Iyonna leap into the dark, going where her master could not. She pretended the words “wait for me” were not on her lips, pretended she was content as she blew out her candles and crawled into bed. Iyonna would be back with the dawn and Tasia would be alright. She had to be. Otherwise she had nothing left.
So sun rose again and Tasia with it. She had half the mind to stay in bed for the remainder of the day, but knew that wouldn’t do. Sara was expecting her and her mother would never allow it. With nothing to keep her in bed, Tasia got up and readied herself for the day alone.
Tasia was always alone.
With nimble fingers she wove a golden ribbon through her hair, pushing up the crown of her hair while the rest fell down her back in waves, the ends of the ribbon in tow. She dressed in peach, belt pulled tight around her waist, and around her neck the pearl necklace her mother gave her so long ago. In seconds the dreamer was gone, hidden away. All that was left to see was what she allowed anyone to see. She was her mother’s mirror, for better and for worse. With nothing left to delay her, Tasia glided out of her room and left. She hardly paid any attention to the trip. She smiled and blushed charismatically when needed, batted her eyelashes and giggled when called for, but she was relatively quiet the whole way. She didn’t know why she was suddenly so nervous to see her sister. It was just Sara, she told herself with a snort, but a part of her refused to forgive Sara for leaving and a part of her worried Sara refused to forgive Tasia for all the harsh things she’d said.
There was even a part of her that wished her little sister would come home with her and a part that knew she wouldn’t.
Whatever. It felt both hours and minutes by the time Tasia arrived, and she stared up at the manor with furrowed brows. Once she had lived in lavish and comfort such as this, but then her father died. And just like that she was nothing. She was shooed away by her brothers like a beggar at their door, like an animal. They didn’t care what would happen to her. They never cared..
“Tasi!”
Tasia blinked, clearing away any resentment as she spotted her sister flying towards her. She had half the mind to tell her sister to slow down, she was messing up her hair by running, but a rush of emotion slammed at her chest at the sight of Sara and she was at a loss for words. Before she even had the chance to gather herself, Sara was in front of her and the two girls collided. The air left her lungs at the impact, but Tasia didn’t care. In seconds they were girls again and racing through their marbled halls, playing princess and eating sweets. They had been attached at the hip then, best friends...When had it gotten so messy? Not allowing herself to get emotional, Tasia cleared her throat and gently pulled away, but her smile was kind as she reached for her sister’s hand, if not a tad reserved. “Why are you crying?”She chuckled, her free hand reaching up to tidy Sara’s hair. “It hasn’t been that long, you know.”
Liar, she thought bitterly, it had been long enough. As complicated as their relationship was, the sisters had never been apart from one another until Sara moved. It had broken Tasia’s heart; from her sister’s tears, perhaps it had broken her’s, too. “Don’t tell me you actually missed me!” She joked. Partially.
The day went as most days gone. Xan was the one who had gotten her breakfast today, thank the gods. Sara meant well, she really did, and Melina never got angry at her, not once. But she was a tad silly and made mistakes, it seems. Melina had asked Xan to give her a list of breakfasts that she preferred and Xan claimed that she had- yet the other day Sara served something that made Melina’s stomach flip. This was her first time being a handmaiden, Melina had to remind herself. And Melina would be a hypocrite for judging someone for making so many mistakes (after all Melina made them every day) but after having just Xan as her handmaiden it was… well, a change, to say the least.
But the girl was so earnest, and she was so kind, and Melina knew with training from Xan and good, honest hard work she would flourish. She wouldn’t be like Melina, a flower doomed to never bloom. Sara would bloom and all the bees and butterflies will come to her, for she was the sweetest. She just… needed more time.
The one thing that Melina admittedly loved that Sara could do over Xan was her hair. And even on Sara’s day off, should she allow it (and Melina never pressured her to either way), she asked if she could do her hair. Sara’s delicate touch and aesthetic eye truly sculpted her unruly chocolate locks into something even Melina could wear with confidence. It wasn’t something necessarily showy, something that sought to grab the attention of all of those around her. It was simple, it was delicate, and in that way it was perfect.
But today Melina had not gone to Sara to ask her to do her hair. She did not wish to put the slightest bit of pressure on her, or make her feel obligated to say yes. Melina knew that her sister would be visiting this day. And from the window in which Melina was reading her book she saw both sisters and their reunion. Never had Melina ran at that like Agape or Dafni, nor they to her. She loved her sisters, don’t get her wrong. But if she ever saw Dafni bolting at her with that speed, with pure excitement to see her, she’d check her forehead to see if she was feverish. The Leventi sisters showed their love by the snipes they had at each other, and the desire to avenge the other when one was slighted.
So to call Melina… curious would be an understatement. She carefully marked her page and left the book on her nightstand as she made her way from her bedroom and down the stairs. Melina wanted to see how both sisters interacted, it… might even be fun!
“Sara!” Melina called when she stepped outside. She went towards the girls, a smile on her face. “I heard your sister was coming to visit. Tasia! It’s so lovely to see you again,” She greeted politely. Her mother would be proud of Melina, for being, well, not awkward. She hoped.
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The day went as most days gone. Xan was the one who had gotten her breakfast today, thank the gods. Sara meant well, she really did, and Melina never got angry at her, not once. But she was a tad silly and made mistakes, it seems. Melina had asked Xan to give her a list of breakfasts that she preferred and Xan claimed that she had- yet the other day Sara served something that made Melina’s stomach flip. This was her first time being a handmaiden, Melina had to remind herself. And Melina would be a hypocrite for judging someone for making so many mistakes (after all Melina made them every day) but after having just Xan as her handmaiden it was… well, a change, to say the least.
But the girl was so earnest, and she was so kind, and Melina knew with training from Xan and good, honest hard work she would flourish. She wouldn’t be like Melina, a flower doomed to never bloom. Sara would bloom and all the bees and butterflies will come to her, for she was the sweetest. She just… needed more time.
The one thing that Melina admittedly loved that Sara could do over Xan was her hair. And even on Sara’s day off, should she allow it (and Melina never pressured her to either way), she asked if she could do her hair. Sara’s delicate touch and aesthetic eye truly sculpted her unruly chocolate locks into something even Melina could wear with confidence. It wasn’t something necessarily showy, something that sought to grab the attention of all of those around her. It was simple, it was delicate, and in that way it was perfect.
But today Melina had not gone to Sara to ask her to do her hair. She did not wish to put the slightest bit of pressure on her, or make her feel obligated to say yes. Melina knew that her sister would be visiting this day. And from the window in which Melina was reading her book she saw both sisters and their reunion. Never had Melina ran at that like Agape or Dafni, nor they to her. She loved her sisters, don’t get her wrong. But if she ever saw Dafni bolting at her with that speed, with pure excitement to see her, she’d check her forehead to see if she was feverish. The Leventi sisters showed their love by the snipes they had at each other, and the desire to avenge the other when one was slighted.
So to call Melina… curious would be an understatement. She carefully marked her page and left the book on her nightstand as she made her way from her bedroom and down the stairs. Melina wanted to see how both sisters interacted, it… might even be fun!
“Sara!” Melina called when she stepped outside. She went towards the girls, a smile on her face. “I heard your sister was coming to visit. Tasia! It’s so lovely to see you again,” She greeted politely. Her mother would be proud of Melina, for being, well, not awkward. She hoped.
The day went as most days gone. Xan was the one who had gotten her breakfast today, thank the gods. Sara meant well, she really did, and Melina never got angry at her, not once. But she was a tad silly and made mistakes, it seems. Melina had asked Xan to give her a list of breakfasts that she preferred and Xan claimed that she had- yet the other day Sara served something that made Melina’s stomach flip. This was her first time being a handmaiden, Melina had to remind herself. And Melina would be a hypocrite for judging someone for making so many mistakes (after all Melina made them every day) but after having just Xan as her handmaiden it was… well, a change, to say the least.
But the girl was so earnest, and she was so kind, and Melina knew with training from Xan and good, honest hard work she would flourish. She wouldn’t be like Melina, a flower doomed to never bloom. Sara would bloom and all the bees and butterflies will come to her, for she was the sweetest. She just… needed more time.
The one thing that Melina admittedly loved that Sara could do over Xan was her hair. And even on Sara’s day off, should she allow it (and Melina never pressured her to either way), she asked if she could do her hair. Sara’s delicate touch and aesthetic eye truly sculpted her unruly chocolate locks into something even Melina could wear with confidence. It wasn’t something necessarily showy, something that sought to grab the attention of all of those around her. It was simple, it was delicate, and in that way it was perfect.
But today Melina had not gone to Sara to ask her to do her hair. She did not wish to put the slightest bit of pressure on her, or make her feel obligated to say yes. Melina knew that her sister would be visiting this day. And from the window in which Melina was reading her book she saw both sisters and their reunion. Never had Melina ran at that like Agape or Dafni, nor they to her. She loved her sisters, don’t get her wrong. But if she ever saw Dafni bolting at her with that speed, with pure excitement to see her, she’d check her forehead to see if she was feverish. The Leventi sisters showed their love by the snipes they had at each other, and the desire to avenge the other when one was slighted.
So to call Melina… curious would be an understatement. She carefully marked her page and left the book on her nightstand as she made her way from her bedroom and down the stairs. Melina wanted to see how both sisters interacted, it… might even be fun!
“Sara!” Melina called when she stepped outside. She went towards the girls, a smile on her face. “I heard your sister was coming to visit. Tasia! It’s so lovely to see you again,” She greeted politely. Her mother would be proud of Melina, for being, well, not awkward. She hoped.
Her thoughts weren’t on her hair or the fact that she looked most unlady-like. Instead, she was thinking about how much she had missed her sister and knowing that she should not have waited so long to contact her again. She felt the woosh of air leaving Tasia’s lungs as she buried her face against her sister’s neck, squeezing her hard. It felt so good, so right to hold her only fully blooded relative again. After a moment, Sara released Tasia but she did not move back very far. She reached up to swipe at the traitorous tears on her cheeks, curling her fingers around Tasia’s hand when she reached for it.
”Sorry.” She said, laughing to try to keep more of the tears from falling. ”I’m so happy to see you, Tasi. Of course I missed you!” She frowned a little, worried that her sister might actually think she hadn’t missed her. It had been horrible and selfish of her to leave the way that she did, but she’d been so lost since their lives had turned upside down. She’d thought maybe she could broker a path for both of them, but it might take being separated a few months. That hadn’t really worked out, but then Sara hadn’t known how to return home after everything. She had her feet in two worlds, not quite sure how to stick to one side or the other.
She squeezed Tasia’s hand, grinning like she’d won something. ”Tell me everything that I’ve missed. How is mother? And Iyonna? Portokali misses her I think. He’s living with Theodora right now while I settle in here.” She’d left her own orange tomcat with the Queen of Taengea, who had promised to watch over him for her while she learned what she needed to. She had not even dared broach the subject of bringing that cat along with her, although she certainly missed his company.
She was about to offer a place for them to go, where they could sit and enjoy one another's company when Lady Melina appeared. Sara turned, surprised to hear her lady’s voice calling to her. She hadn’t expected that at all, and she briefly wondered if she might be in trouble but then the conversation turned pleasant and all was calm. Sara let go of Tasia’s hand, unsure if her sister would want to be so familiar in front of nobility. Sara smiled a little as she gave a little nod in greeting.
”Yes, Lady Melina.” Sara said, looking between the two women. She felt nervous, hoping that they’d get along. She wasn’t sure she could handle it if one of them decided to be rude. ”Tasia, you remember Lady Melina.” There was a strange feeling that washed over her, and she remembered once that they’d been introduced to court using similar “lady” titles. Those were gone now of course, the pair of them no longer a pair of princesses….no, their clocks had struck midnight the day that their father had died, turning them both back into pumpkins.
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Her thoughts weren’t on her hair or the fact that she looked most unlady-like. Instead, she was thinking about how much she had missed her sister and knowing that she should not have waited so long to contact her again. She felt the woosh of air leaving Tasia’s lungs as she buried her face against her sister’s neck, squeezing her hard. It felt so good, so right to hold her only fully blooded relative again. After a moment, Sara released Tasia but she did not move back very far. She reached up to swipe at the traitorous tears on her cheeks, curling her fingers around Tasia’s hand when she reached for it.
”Sorry.” She said, laughing to try to keep more of the tears from falling. ”I’m so happy to see you, Tasi. Of course I missed you!” She frowned a little, worried that her sister might actually think she hadn’t missed her. It had been horrible and selfish of her to leave the way that she did, but she’d been so lost since their lives had turned upside down. She’d thought maybe she could broker a path for both of them, but it might take being separated a few months. That hadn’t really worked out, but then Sara hadn’t known how to return home after everything. She had her feet in two worlds, not quite sure how to stick to one side or the other.
She squeezed Tasia’s hand, grinning like she’d won something. ”Tell me everything that I’ve missed. How is mother? And Iyonna? Portokali misses her I think. He’s living with Theodora right now while I settle in here.” She’d left her own orange tomcat with the Queen of Taengea, who had promised to watch over him for her while she learned what she needed to. She had not even dared broach the subject of bringing that cat along with her, although she certainly missed his company.
She was about to offer a place for them to go, where they could sit and enjoy one another's company when Lady Melina appeared. Sara turned, surprised to hear her lady’s voice calling to her. She hadn’t expected that at all, and she briefly wondered if she might be in trouble but then the conversation turned pleasant and all was calm. Sara let go of Tasia’s hand, unsure if her sister would want to be so familiar in front of nobility. Sara smiled a little as she gave a little nod in greeting.
”Yes, Lady Melina.” Sara said, looking between the two women. She felt nervous, hoping that they’d get along. She wasn’t sure she could handle it if one of them decided to be rude. ”Tasia, you remember Lady Melina.” There was a strange feeling that washed over her, and she remembered once that they’d been introduced to court using similar “lady” titles. Those were gone now of course, the pair of them no longer a pair of princesses….no, their clocks had struck midnight the day that their father had died, turning them both back into pumpkins.
Her thoughts weren’t on her hair or the fact that she looked most unlady-like. Instead, she was thinking about how much she had missed her sister and knowing that she should not have waited so long to contact her again. She felt the woosh of air leaving Tasia’s lungs as she buried her face against her sister’s neck, squeezing her hard. It felt so good, so right to hold her only fully blooded relative again. After a moment, Sara released Tasia but she did not move back very far. She reached up to swipe at the traitorous tears on her cheeks, curling her fingers around Tasia’s hand when she reached for it.
”Sorry.” She said, laughing to try to keep more of the tears from falling. ”I’m so happy to see you, Tasi. Of course I missed you!” She frowned a little, worried that her sister might actually think she hadn’t missed her. It had been horrible and selfish of her to leave the way that she did, but she’d been so lost since their lives had turned upside down. She’d thought maybe she could broker a path for both of them, but it might take being separated a few months. That hadn’t really worked out, but then Sara hadn’t known how to return home after everything. She had her feet in two worlds, not quite sure how to stick to one side or the other.
She squeezed Tasia’s hand, grinning like she’d won something. ”Tell me everything that I’ve missed. How is mother? And Iyonna? Portokali misses her I think. He’s living with Theodora right now while I settle in here.” She’d left her own orange tomcat with the Queen of Taengea, who had promised to watch over him for her while she learned what she needed to. She had not even dared broach the subject of bringing that cat along with her, although she certainly missed his company.
She was about to offer a place for them to go, where they could sit and enjoy one another's company when Lady Melina appeared. Sara turned, surprised to hear her lady’s voice calling to her. She hadn’t expected that at all, and she briefly wondered if she might be in trouble but then the conversation turned pleasant and all was calm. Sara let go of Tasia’s hand, unsure if her sister would want to be so familiar in front of nobility. Sara smiled a little as she gave a little nod in greeting.
”Yes, Lady Melina.” Sara said, looking between the two women. She felt nervous, hoping that they’d get along. She wasn’t sure she could handle it if one of them decided to be rude. ”Tasia, you remember Lady Melina.” There was a strange feeling that washed over her, and she remembered once that they’d been introduced to court using similar “lady” titles. Those were gone now of course, the pair of them no longer a pair of princesses….no, their clocks had struck midnight the day that their father had died, turning them both back into pumpkins.
