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Posted on January 19, 2020 at 02:23:47 AM by syrin
storms will rise out of innocent skies
If there was anything she learned in her short time of being at the temple it was that, she liked it. Growing up in a home of boisterous cousins and different people coming and going, somehow she always felt so alone. The Vinter’s hadn’t been bad people, she just hadn’t been a priority. Not that she needs to be a priority, she wasn’t some spoiled brat, but she figured they’d have more love for her then they did. She was just simply there. nothing more, nothing less. Unless her uncle wanted her to sing. He’d always told her that she reminded him of her mother, his sister. It was about as lovable as he ever got.
And then one day they went to a wedding, and she became a gift to give away.
At first, she was scared. Beyond scared - terrified actually. Scared of messing up, scared of not being where she needed to be, scared of not doing something right the first time she was told to do it. But, the more she made mistakes, the more she learned. Thyri wasn’t easy to please, she demanded a lot but Syrin learned how to navigate those waters. Her ill-fitted dresses were traded for more fitted ones. Clumpsey too-big shoes were tucked for when she grew and just-right ones were adopted.
She wasn’t alone anymore, she was wanted, she was needed. It might have been to tend to Thyris hair, or fetch her a bowl of hot water, or any other obscure task she was needed for, but she found herself taking pride in even those small tasks.
For the first time since her parents died, she had a purpose. She knew exactly where she stood in the world and there was no more questing. She thanked Rhaegar for that every night in her prayers before bed.
Today though, was a strange day. Thyri has dismissed her early. Syrin didn’t question her, she just did, as a good handmaiden should. With a small bow the young girl excused herself and changed into something she could get dirty just in case the need arised.
She sat in between two pillars of their temple. Her trio of animals curled around her. The first, her familiar Gisli, a giant white polar bear slumbered behind her with Syrin’s back propped up against her. The second, a shimmering crystal-lilac grizzly bear lounged on the step below her. Syrin’s small feet settled on her back between some crystals. The third, a tiny piebald baby niffler curled in her left hand while she stroked his fur with her right.
It was a serene sight, all the sleeping animals around her as she quietly sang to them and old hymn in a foreign tongue. Her voice soft, smooth, almost liquid had lulled them to sleep. A gif of relaxation, on this warm partly-cloudy day.
Far Beyond her she could hear people shuffling in the training arena, the clanking of their swords could be heard ringing throughout the temple. They were just far enough away not to hear her. Although, the great lumpy polar bear would not go amiss. She wasn’t trying to hide, but she wasn’t trying to engage with people, not yet. She was still new, and still didn’t know everyone by name yet. She still had a lot to learn and she was determined to learn it all. She wanted to do a good job, she wanted people to see the pride she had in that job.
It was a lot of the young girl to take on, but somehow she was happy, content even.
Her song ended. Taking a big breath she sighed, taking in the sight around her. “Shall I try another?” She asked, raising a brow half-expecting an answer - none came. She giggled slightly, as she moved the little niffler named Leif into her lap, he stirred but ultimately stayed asleep. Folding her arms being her head she closed her eyes, “alright, you’re a tough crowd, I guess I’ll take that as a no.” She smiled, settling into the white bear-fur.
And then one day they went to a wedding, and she became a gift to give away.
At first, she was scared. Beyond scared - terrified actually. Scared of messing up, scared of not being where she needed to be, scared of not doing something right the first time she was told to do it. But, the more she made mistakes, the more she learned. Thyri wasn’t easy to please, she demanded a lot but Syrin learned how to navigate those waters. Her ill-fitted dresses were traded for more fitted ones. Clumpsey too-big shoes were tucked for when she grew and just-right ones were adopted.
She wasn’t alone anymore, she was wanted, she was needed. It might have been to tend to Thyris hair, or fetch her a bowl of hot water, or any other obscure task she was needed for, but she found herself taking pride in even those small tasks.
For the first time since her parents died, she had a purpose. She knew exactly where she stood in the world and there was no more questing. She thanked Rhaegar for that every night in her prayers before bed.
Today though, was a strange day. Thyri has dismissed her early. Syrin didn’t question her, she just did, as a good handmaiden should. With a small bow the young girl excused herself and changed into something she could get dirty just in case the need arised.
She sat in between two pillars of their temple. Her trio of animals curled around her. The first, her familiar Gisli, a giant white polar bear slumbered behind her with Syrin’s back propped up against her. The second, a shimmering crystal-lilac grizzly bear lounged on the step below her. Syrin’s small feet settled on her back between some crystals. The third, a tiny piebald baby niffler curled in her left hand while she stroked his fur with her right.
It was a serene sight, all the sleeping animals around her as she quietly sang to them and old hymn in a foreign tongue. Her voice soft, smooth, almost liquid had lulled them to sleep. A gif of relaxation, on this warm partly-cloudy day.
Far Beyond her she could hear people shuffling in the training arena, the clanking of their swords could be heard ringing throughout the temple. They were just far enough away not to hear her. Although, the great lumpy polar bear would not go amiss. She wasn’t trying to hide, but she wasn’t trying to engage with people, not yet. She was still new, and still didn’t know everyone by name yet. She still had a lot to learn and she was determined to learn it all. She wanted to do a good job, she wanted people to see the pride she had in that job.
It was a lot of the young girl to take on, but somehow she was happy, content even.
Her song ended. Taking a big breath she sighed, taking in the sight around her. “Shall I try another?” She asked, raising a brow half-expecting an answer - none came. She giggled slightly, as she moved the little niffler named Leif into her lap, he stirred but ultimately stayed asleep. Folding her arms being her head she closed her eyes, “alright, you’re a tough crowd, I guess I’ll take that as a no.” She smiled, settling into the white bear-fur.
Syrin
Replies:
- I want everything and nothing at all - By Jorg January 20, 2020 at 04:32:55 AM
- storms will rise out of innocent skies - By syrin February 10, 2020 at 01:58:24 AM
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