Thread: From Peasant to Hero (MaliciousLullaby and DudeMeister)

RE From Peasant to Hero Thick velvet drapes left open allowed the golden rays of the sunlight to peak into her room, illuminating the room and stirring her from her slumber. Thick brunette locks lay strewn over her pillows as she turned onto her back and stunning hazel eyes that were almost icy blue fluttered open. Her head turned the side and she breathed a deep sigh through her nose before rubbing the tired from her eyes. She slept like a baby. Like she always did. Elarinya was the eldest and only daughter of Lord Mulberry. Her mother passed away a few years ago, robbed of her life by a sickness that plagued the lands on and off. He never remarried and she was always so thankful for that. Since then, all the more especially as if to make up for the lack of her mother, Lord Mulberry spoiled his daughter even more than she already was. She wasnt snooty but she knew she was special and her father always reminded her. She loved her life, she was extremely talented and learned in all the arts she ever wanted to do. Singing, dancing, music, drawing, art, literatureanything and everything. She did it well and she knew it too. But underneath all that confidence, she was a sweet girl, an innocent one who didnt know beyond what she was taught and had learned. Other things, other worldly things, she was like that of a child. But she carried herself so maturely for a girl just half a year shy of fourteen. After her usual morning routine, taking a bath, getting dressed, prayer, eating breakfast and then doing her daily routine of meeting with her teachers and learning more by the book, it was finally time for her ride on Clover, her beautiful steed whom she loved. And well, sadly, her only friend. She didnt have any friends. No one was too crazy about her. Even more, Elarinya knew that it was because of how she acted, her demeanor and that it was very off-putting. She was just sure of herself and okay, yes, she did act like a bit of a snob quite often. Maybe she knew, or maybe she just wanted to be her best and wanted to show her best, let the world see her at her best. She didnt know. After all, she was only thirteen, going on fourteen. Shed learn. She wouldnt complain. She had a loving father and the best riding horse ever, better than any human companion. So all in all, she had it all. So she told herself. The young Lady wore a beautiful dress and even though her father often reprimanded her of it, she still rode in them. It was a red dress with gold flecks and filigree, corseted and clearly made for a lady of her stature and status. Her long wavy hair lay down over her shoulder and she was waiting outside with a flower she plucked in her clean hands. Looking up, those almost like blue-ice hazel eyes caught sight of Clover and she ran to her, still clutching the flower. Oh Clover! She hardly noticed the stable boy who presented her beautiful mare to her, bowing before the magestic beauty before approaching her and cradling her, kissing between her eyes. She looked at peace, happy and serene. Even if she was ignoring the boy who had redone her shoes and so wonderfully, kindly and gallantly tended to her Clover.