Post by Kitami Aklia on Feb 4, 2013 22:32:38 GMT -5
The travel to this new land had been a tough one. Especially for Isonette. Kitami had to work hard to keep the child entertained and educated while they spent so long on a boat, crossing the sea. It also didn’t help that the poor child was sea sick half the time either. Izzy had no sea legs. She was a growing child who went from running freely in the forest to being bound in a boat for an extended period of time, and she didn’t take to the transition. Not that Kitami expected her to. She never knew who to curse when her little girl stood over a railing, vomiting into the passing water. Should Kitami curse the people of Merovech, who shunned her daughter and whispered awful things simply due to the girl’s likeness of Lachesis? Or should she curse the very father of her daughter, who, with his foolish hounding, got them all into this mess. All she knew was anger whenever Isonette woke, groaning and sick. But the journey was over at last.
Kitami and Izzy both departed the boat with much joy, especially the girl, who was already feeling better and color rising to her cheeks again. Thankfully Lachesis secured a little cottage for the two. Kitami didn’t know if they would have servants or not, so she decided to assume they didn’t. She’d buy some necessary things to last them a few days until Kitami had an idea of what was at their new home.
Kitami was dressed in a lovely light blue cloak, the cloak fitting snugly to her figure, along with the blue and white dress she wore underneath. Normally she would wear more loose fitting dresses, mostly from habit from working in the hot spa, but you make do with what you happen to have. She had a small leather purse slung over her shoulder, containing all the money she saved up from her previous life, and over one arm a basket for placing items in as she shopped. She walked past the stores and markets, eyeing the different food types being sold. She paused when she felt a tug on her skirts, and turned to see bright yellow eyes looking up at her. She smiled down at Isonette, who was clad in similar fashion to her mother, except her dress and cloak were purple, and much finer. A gift of her father’s.
“Mama, are we going to live here from now on?” Isonette asked, looking around at the strange faces and people bustling about. She showed a little apprehension to them, and it was no wonder, with the treatment she received before. But the faces who did look at her simply carried on as before. Izzy felt a little relieved at this, and clung less tightly to her mother’s skirts.
“Yes Izzy.” Kitami replied, stopping at a fruit cart to examine the available fruit.
“Why did we have to leave?” Izzy asked, a question Kitami heard at least three times before.
“Because your father had to, and I wanted to follow.” Kitami answered. Isonette thought this over before looking back to her mother.
“Why did Papa have to leave?” She asked. Because your father is an idiot, Kitami thought.
“Because danger was getting to high to stay. He had to think of his children Izzy. He thought it best to find a new place, a new start.” She said, selecting a few fruits and handing a coin over before moving on. Isonette followed close behind, thinking this answer over as well. She stopped as her mother traded coin for bread, and carried on.
“Will I still be able to see Papa? And my brothers?” She asked. Kitami patted her head, hair as bright red as her own, and nodded.
“Of course. Papa wouldn’t just forget about you! You’re his little princess aren’t you?” She said, which brought forth a smile on the child’s features. Kitami smiled back and turned, working her way through the market, Izzy on her heels as she walked, looking around openly and curiously.
Kitami and Izzy both departed the boat with much joy, especially the girl, who was already feeling better and color rising to her cheeks again. Thankfully Lachesis secured a little cottage for the two. Kitami didn’t know if they would have servants or not, so she decided to assume they didn’t. She’d buy some necessary things to last them a few days until Kitami had an idea of what was at their new home.
Kitami was dressed in a lovely light blue cloak, the cloak fitting snugly to her figure, along with the blue and white dress she wore underneath. Normally she would wear more loose fitting dresses, mostly from habit from working in the hot spa, but you make do with what you happen to have. She had a small leather purse slung over her shoulder, containing all the money she saved up from her previous life, and over one arm a basket for placing items in as she shopped. She walked past the stores and markets, eyeing the different food types being sold. She paused when she felt a tug on her skirts, and turned to see bright yellow eyes looking up at her. She smiled down at Isonette, who was clad in similar fashion to her mother, except her dress and cloak were purple, and much finer. A gift of her father’s.
“Mama, are we going to live here from now on?” Isonette asked, looking around at the strange faces and people bustling about. She showed a little apprehension to them, and it was no wonder, with the treatment she received before. But the faces who did look at her simply carried on as before. Izzy felt a little relieved at this, and clung less tightly to her mother’s skirts.
“Yes Izzy.” Kitami replied, stopping at a fruit cart to examine the available fruit.
“Why did we have to leave?” Izzy asked, a question Kitami heard at least three times before.
“Because your father had to, and I wanted to follow.” Kitami answered. Isonette thought this over before looking back to her mother.
“Why did Papa have to leave?” She asked. Because your father is an idiot, Kitami thought.
“Because danger was getting to high to stay. He had to think of his children Izzy. He thought it best to find a new place, a new start.” She said, selecting a few fruits and handing a coin over before moving on. Isonette followed close behind, thinking this answer over as well. She stopped as her mother traded coin for bread, and carried on.
“Will I still be able to see Papa? And my brothers?” She asked. Kitami patted her head, hair as bright red as her own, and nodded.
“Of course. Papa wouldn’t just forget about you! You’re his little princess aren’t you?” She said, which brought forth a smile on the child’s features. Kitami smiled back and turned, working her way through the market, Izzy on her heels as she walked, looking around openly and curiously.