Post by Kitami Aklia on Dec 12, 2013 16:58:53 GMT -5
The sweating, moving figures were like dancers to Isonette’s eyes. She stared as men sparred with various forms of weapons, shot arrows at targets such long distances away, and together practiced their forms with their swords or spears. It was magnificent to watch. Izzy greatly wanted to be like them. Stand among their ranks and fight. Fight for the weak, bring justice to evildoers. It had an attractive sound to it. Isonette du Ponteloc the Second, the Brave Knight! And oh how Papa would weep when he saw her decked in metal armor rather than fine dresses! It was sad and funny at the same time. Papa seemed to think this was a childish phase. It very well could be, but Izzy never felt about something like this before. In fact, she never gave her future occupation much thought. Perhaps because it was expected she someday become a noblewoman, stand by her Papa’s side in luxury and nobility. Of course as Izzy got older she realized the odds of that seemed slim. She was technically the illegitimate child of that noble. The odds of his mate, Lisa, allowing Izzy into their household seemed slim. Besides, why should she abandon Mama? Mama was the one there for her constantly after all. Mama taught her, fed her, kept her safe. Mama even let Izzy entertain her notion of becoming a knight and supported her. Kitami found the idea of her only pup becoming a knight wonderful, though Izzy sensed the idea scared her Mama too.
But her brothers seemed supportive. Pierre bought her the fine wooden sword she was currently hugging to her chest. Papa seemed uncomfortable when Izzy asked for one, but Pere and Jericho simply smiled and nodded. Days later a courier came and offered Isonette the finely carved sword, polished to a sheen. Izzy loved it, and had been playing with it since. She even slept with it the first night, but Kitami put that habit out when she said that Izzy could not sleep with her real sword in her bed. So she leaned it by her night table right next to her. Most girls her age would have a doll in their hands, assuming they still played with such toys. Izzy had her sword.
Today she pestered the servant girl Kitami recently hired to bring her to town. Hanna couldn’t exactly take the pup herself, being a mostly forest dwelling wolf, and Kitami wanted someone to be able to keep the home up and running and clean. This servant girl was much much better than the last. Izzy liked her. She was in her late teens, almost a woman, and had agreed to keep Kitami’s home at a decent rate, until the girl married the man she was to marry. It was an arranged marriage, to some rich farm boy outside of Avaleur, but the girl seemed happy and excited about it. And the boy seemed kind. Couriers would drop off small gifts now and then for the servant girl. The servant girl was doing some shopping for Kitami’s home while Izzy played by the knights. It seemed a good place to leave the child.
Izzy stared as two men sparred, swords clashing and ringing in the air. She blinked as one swung his sword, ready for the kill, but inches from his partner’s throat he stopped, declared the winner, and the two smiled and shook hands before they changed off, battling new partners. Izzy watched with wide eyes, smiling. Oh how she wished she could be one of them now!
But her brothers seemed supportive. Pierre bought her the fine wooden sword she was currently hugging to her chest. Papa seemed uncomfortable when Izzy asked for one, but Pere and Jericho simply smiled and nodded. Days later a courier came and offered Isonette the finely carved sword, polished to a sheen. Izzy loved it, and had been playing with it since. She even slept with it the first night, but Kitami put that habit out when she said that Izzy could not sleep with her real sword in her bed. So she leaned it by her night table right next to her. Most girls her age would have a doll in their hands, assuming they still played with such toys. Izzy had her sword.
Today she pestered the servant girl Kitami recently hired to bring her to town. Hanna couldn’t exactly take the pup herself, being a mostly forest dwelling wolf, and Kitami wanted someone to be able to keep the home up and running and clean. This servant girl was much much better than the last. Izzy liked her. She was in her late teens, almost a woman, and had agreed to keep Kitami’s home at a decent rate, until the girl married the man she was to marry. It was an arranged marriage, to some rich farm boy outside of Avaleur, but the girl seemed happy and excited about it. And the boy seemed kind. Couriers would drop off small gifts now and then for the servant girl. The servant girl was doing some shopping for Kitami’s home while Izzy played by the knights. It seemed a good place to leave the child.
Izzy stared as two men sparred, swords clashing and ringing in the air. She blinked as one swung his sword, ready for the kill, but inches from his partner’s throat he stopped, declared the winner, and the two smiled and shook hands before they changed off, battling new partners. Izzy watched with wide eyes, smiling. Oh how she wished she could be one of them now!