Dream§§002
[[Dream Effect: A bit of anger, but mostly a burning, indescribable feeling of resolution and purpose. A desire to protect.]]
A boy of about twelve with red hair walked down the streets of the busy market with a large sack in his arms. His female, blond companion was babbling away about something, but he wasn't much paying attention. He noticed more the hungry and the homeless citizens tucked away in the alleys and abandoned houses.
'How could the Duke let this happen? No, the Duke was the cause. It was despicable.'
The youth began to burn with a quiet rage.
"Odin? Odin, did you hear me?!" He was pulled out of his train of thought with a smack to the head.
"Ow! Yes, Emelia, I'm listening. You don't have to get violent." He lied. Maybe she wouldn't notice.
"Well, one day I'm going to marry a noble and get out of this place! And then I'll be pampered and happy for the rest of my life, I won't know what to do with myself!" She chuckled happily before turning to her companion. "Too bad boys can't really marry rich."
He would have interjected if they hadn't arrived back at the play house so quickly. Passing of his load its rightful owner, Odin ran inside and left a very disgruntled Emelia alone. She yelled after him, something about 'treating a lady properly' but he didn't hear.
He easily found the secret door to the hidden apartments William's mother had provided them with and slipped inside. Only Conrad and Cordelia seemed to be home. He was reading in the common room, and Cordelia was in the kitchen cooking supper.
Good. Antonio must have been out with Curio.
With a resolute and stern look, the boy removed the wig concealing the long, wavy locks it was secured to hide. Conrad nearly fell over and quickly went to chide him.
"Lady Juliet! You know you cannot remove your disguise outside of your room! What if Antonio saw you and exposed the secret!"
She wasn't looking to fight about her clothes today. She simply had to make a request as herself, and not her male disguise.
"I want to learn how to fight. Teach me to use a sword."
[She awoke quickly, but not with a start. It had been a long time since then, and she hadn't known the truth. Maybe if she had, she would have acted sooner...
But mostly, she was strengthened by that dream, and felt she could endure this place alone a little longer]
A boy of about twelve with red hair walked down the streets of the busy market with a large sack in his arms. His female, blond companion was babbling away about something, but he wasn't much paying attention. He noticed more the hungry and the homeless citizens tucked away in the alleys and abandoned houses.
'How could the Duke let this happen? No, the Duke was the cause. It was despicable.'
The youth began to burn with a quiet rage.
"Odin? Odin, did you hear me?!" He was pulled out of his train of thought with a smack to the head.
"Ow! Yes, Emelia, I'm listening. You don't have to get violent." He lied. Maybe she wouldn't notice.
"Well, one day I'm going to marry a noble and get out of this place! And then I'll be pampered and happy for the rest of my life, I won't know what to do with myself!" She chuckled happily before turning to her companion. "Too bad boys can't really marry rich."
He would have interjected if they hadn't arrived back at the play house so quickly. Passing of his load its rightful owner, Odin ran inside and left a very disgruntled Emelia alone. She yelled after him, something about 'treating a lady properly' but he didn't hear.
He easily found the secret door to the hidden apartments William's mother had provided them with and slipped inside. Only Conrad and Cordelia seemed to be home. He was reading in the common room, and Cordelia was in the kitchen cooking supper.
Good. Antonio must have been out with Curio.
With a resolute and stern look, the boy removed the wig concealing the long, wavy locks it was secured to hide. Conrad nearly fell over and quickly went to chide him.
"Lady Juliet! You know you cannot remove your disguise outside of your room! What if Antonio saw you and exposed the secret!"
She wasn't looking to fight about her clothes today. She simply had to make a request as herself, and not her male disguise.
"I want to learn how to fight. Teach me to use a sword."
[She awoke quickly, but not with a start. It had been a long time since then, and she hadn't known the truth. Maybe if she had, she would have acted sooner...
But mostly, she was strengthened by that dream, and felt she could endure this place alone a little longer]