Post by tealver on Oct 18, 2007 19:00:41 GMT
Tealver stood on the bank of the lake, an empty glass in hand. She cast a weary look around the clearing before she sat down on the shores, her extravagantly long dress flaring about her like only silk could. A navy sash tied about her waist furled slightly as she leaned over to make it appear like she was filling the glass with lake water. Instead she uttered a few words in Latin, forcing a small amount of water up and out of the lake. She formed it into little droplets in the air, losing all unnecessary 'lake' qualities. She gathered it again and filled the glass to the half way mark, placing it next to her for later. She may have been a first year but she was also sixteen, having her year postponed. So in turn she was the oldest in her class, as you would guess... That was a problem.
People thought she was held back a year, despite the fact that she was a first degree in her power. But when they asked she never answered, silence brought on my her long years in the Sioux tribe. But no one knew this, they could see she was Native American with some other mix but couldn't tell the tribe or the unknown inheritance. She may have known her Sioux heritage but like others, she had no idea what else was in her genes.
Her past was never spoken of, no one dared ask it was just that simple. Despite her over exaggerated clothing, either long and dark dresses or deerskin, no one made made fun of her. They just simply learned that she didn't care what they thought. In turn it was rare that she would show emotions, when she did however it was most likely anger or concentration. She had no friends and no one bothered to try. She could say that was a disappointment for she longed for at least one friend, one person she could tell all of her secrets and be herself around. Most blamed her hardness on her tribe but she would say it was also from being in so many foster homes.
Going from person to person told her not to bother with telling them about her. In her logic it was, 'Whats the point if you are only going to leave soon?' so she stayed quiet.
She pulled a long flute out and began to play a soft song. The flute was something her father used to court her mother back in the tribe, but when they died she took the flute with her as the doctor left, bringing her with him. Since then she practiced and played it at random points in time. Today the song was smooth and calm like the water before her. But of course in a courting flute it imitated an animal, in this case a wolf's head was carved into the end. A small wolf piece was strapped near the top. This beautiful flute had been created from cedar. Obviously enough however it was not Sioux, perhaps a hint to her past heritage? No, it would not explain her pale skin, more feminine features, and hazel eyes...
People thought she was held back a year, despite the fact that she was a first degree in her power. But when they asked she never answered, silence brought on my her long years in the Sioux tribe. But no one knew this, they could see she was Native American with some other mix but couldn't tell the tribe or the unknown inheritance. She may have known her Sioux heritage but like others, she had no idea what else was in her genes.
Her past was never spoken of, no one dared ask it was just that simple. Despite her over exaggerated clothing, either long and dark dresses or deerskin, no one made made fun of her. They just simply learned that she didn't care what they thought. In turn it was rare that she would show emotions, when she did however it was most likely anger or concentration. She had no friends and no one bothered to try. She could say that was a disappointment for she longed for at least one friend, one person she could tell all of her secrets and be herself around. Most blamed her hardness on her tribe but she would say it was also from being in so many foster homes.
Going from person to person told her not to bother with telling them about her. In her logic it was, 'Whats the point if you are only going to leave soon?' so she stayed quiet.
She pulled a long flute out and began to play a soft song. The flute was something her father used to court her mother back in the tribe, but when they died she took the flute with her as the doctor left, bringing her with him. Since then she practiced and played it at random points in time. Today the song was smooth and calm like the water before her. But of course in a courting flute it imitated an animal, in this case a wolf's head was carved into the end. A small wolf piece was strapped near the top. This beautiful flute had been created from cedar. Obviously enough however it was not Sioux, perhaps a hint to her past heritage? No, it would not explain her pale skin, more feminine features, and hazel eyes...