Thread: Ancients Reborn: The Gods and Goddesses Greece (Raivh and Blair1216)

It was absolutely frigid. That was the only conclusion that Scarlet could come to about the place she was taken to. The icy, powder white substance swirled around the manor, filling the windows with fog and the atmosphere with tension. It reminded her of a picture her mother had in a frame from Christmas in Colorado, the place where she spent her childhood with Scarlet's grandparents and Uncle Jack. It sat on the mantel in their little sea side, two bedroom home, and until current, was the closest Scarlet had ever been to snow. While it was beautiful, there would always be something about the thought of snow that gave her an unnatural feeling, and maybe it was because of the strong opinion her mother had about it. When Scarlet's mother became pregnant with her, she left her family in the snowy town, including the man she loved. She swore up and down that it was because she could not stand one more minute in such a cold, small town, and that Scarlet's father chose to stay over joining her, but deep down, Scarlet knew this was false. There was a reason Scarlet had never met her grandparents, nor her Uncle Jack, but she did not have the heart to deny her mother of her story. Scarlet was from California, spending her whole life on the beach and in the sun. Se loved the warm weather and the bright atmosphere, and it radiated around her, even as she sat in the armchair in from of Dr. Haskell. When he looked at her, she felt as if she were being examined. In fact, she knew she was. Reaching out with his slender fingers, he touched her soft, sun-kissed blond hair, holding it out and letting it catch the light. Scarlet was afraid to move, watching him with her large blue eyes with an impatient, frightened expression. My mother will be worried, she said, letting her teeth catch her plump bottom lip with uncertainty. That was the first thing that ran through her mind, creating chill bumps across her tanned skin. Her mother was protective in extremity, not letting Scarlet out of her sight for long periods of time through out her child hood. Even now, as a legal adult, her mother did not approve of her going on dates with men who wooed her or staying out during dark hours. Her mother promised it was because she knew what was best she knew what people could do to such an innocent, beautiful girl as her little Scarlet. And while this frustrated Scarlet to the point of wishing she could escape, running away to a place where she would no longer be her mother's dependent, she could not bear the thought of breaking her mother's heart. When Preston entered the room, Scarlet had been sitting in that very armchair for nearly two hours, letting Dr. Haskell interrogate her about her childhood, her habits, her medical history, and her family. Shaking, she tried not to notice that the sun was setting, and that it was becoming more and more obvious that she would not be returning to her mother for the night. Her navy blue eyes shot toward the door, watching the man walk in. He looked humored by her distress, and it made her unintentionally change her position on the chair. Something about his presence made her feel weary, moving closer to the doctor just to get farther away. I should be going, she repeated, right before Preston's outburst. She jumped, and she barely had time to react before the large black animal was charging at her. Gasping, she back up in the chair, looking down at the beast with a frightened expression. That was until he licked her, begging for affection. The dog's eyes looked right into her, like he had known her for eternity, and that all we wanted was her praise. Reaching a hesitant hand out toward the pitbull's fur, Scarlet patted his large head gently. It nudged her hand with his head, begging for more, but was soon interrupted by Preston's command for his return. With regretful, nearly human-like eyes, the dog gave her one final look before retreating. Scarlet looked up at Preston with wide-eyes, and when he asked her who she was, she could not form words. His stare intimidated her, making her feel as if he hated without having to know. She did not understand what Dr. Haskell was saying, but she knew it angered Preston, and for some reason, it made her that much of a burden to him. After his exit, she looked at the doctor with teary eyes, her youthful chin trembling. The last thing she remembered, she was walking home from the coffee shop down the block from her home. She had fetched her mother a green tea while out buying a magazine, just to get away. All she wanted was some time to her self, to escape her mother's watchful eye for a few moment, and now all she wished for was to be back in mother's safe arms. Can you please tell me what's going on? she asked desperately, looking into the older man's eyes, only letting her eyes flutter to Preston's exit once more. Her slender hand reached up, wiping away a stray tear and brushing some of her golden hair away from her face.