12th of Summer 506, 15th Bell
Age: 15
Age: 15
Kolvia was sitting in a comfortable cushy chair, gazing out the store window whisk fully. She could tell it was a warm sunny day and she envied those who were outside enjoying it. Meanwhile, she was stuck inside and trying on clothes no less. She was still fifteen and seemingly a know it all.
Kolvia and her family were in Mura simply to visit relatives, they left Riverfall in late spring, arriving in Mura maybe a week or two later. Visiting relatives was just a cover up story the girl suspected her mother had other things planned for this trip.
"Oh isn't this pretty Kolvia?" Her mother's soft voice carried to her ears.
She head snapped around, blue eyes wide startled. She blinked then rolled her eyes, uninterested. Her mother held up a splendid cotton white dress with ruffles on the short sleeves and skirts. "Yeah, it's beautiful." Kolvia said, bored. Turning her head back to the window.
Hands fell on her arm and firmly dragged her to her feet in an gentle but stern fashion. "Respect is a simple thing, child. Its quite easy to follow and abide by, as is compassion. We are kin, respect to one another is second nature."
Kolvia's grandmother scolded gently releasing the girl's arm once she stood her up. The woman nodded to the sales woman who patiently and respectfully waited off to the side, seeming not noticing Kolvia's scolding. "We'll take the dress please then be on our way." The older Konti told the tailor smiling.
Kolvia had learned few words in Kontinise so most of what her grandmother said just sounded like a weird mixture of juggled gibberish. The one word she caught from her grandmother's words, were 'respect'.
"What?" She asked dumbfounded and slightly annoyed for her lack of knowledge on. Her mother's native tongue. Then to make a some type of point and mainly looking for a reaction from her grandmother, Kolvia rebelliously sat back down, earning a disproving looks from her mother and grandmother both. But they said nothing and Kolvia's mother, went up to the counter and handed the lady a few mizas before turning around and handing the dress to Kolvia.
"Please wear it." Her mother pleaded.
Kolvia sighed and took the dress, heading into the dressing room. Once inside, she slid her shirt and long skirt off and putting the short sleeved white dress on. Turning around admiring herself, Kolvia frowned and smiled at the same time. The short sleeves showed off her arms, her scales. It didn't matter that she was on an island dominated with Konti, she had grown so accustomed to trying to act as much as an Akalak possible. That the short sleeves annoyed her to no end. She took off the dress and put her shirt back on and smiling evilly slid the dress up over it. Her scales were covered once more by fabric to her satisfaction.
She had made up a self invented stereotype of Konti being weak and docile in her mind so naturally, she didn't want to be seen as one. The pale blue scales on her forehead were a major giveaway for no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get her hair to cover them up too. It didn't matter to her that she was also Konti, she saw herself as special, as-
Her thoughts wavered when she spotted a piece of neatly folded paper on the ground.
Picking it up, it read: You are a Konti destined for great things, never forget it.
She threw the note down and stepped on it, assuming they were some worthless encouraging words from her mother.
I didn't even want to come here in the first place. I bet dad and my brothers are having more fun. She thought crossly. I swear not a day goes by without her trying to 'help' me. Well, I don't want her 'help' and I never did.
Kneeling down, she gathered up her clothes not bothering to fold them. When she stepped out of the dressing room, a bag for her extra clothing was there for her. Dumping her clothes in the bag, Kolvia headed back to the front where her grandmother and mother waited. Oria was beaming at her daughter until what Kolvia did to the outfit finally crossed her mind then the wide smile dropped suddenly into one of despair. Kolvia's grandmother didn't seem in the least surprised and watched her sort of expectantly, for what exactly, Kolvia didn't have a clue.
"Thank you! Have a nice day!" The store woman called to them as they made their exit.
"She is such a stubborn child it seems." Kolvia's grandmother commented to Kalvia as both the older women walked behind Kolvia down the street.
"Very much so. She's...difficult." Kolvia's mother replied distraught.
"Has she always been-"
"Like this? Yes. I believe she is somewhat ashamed of being a Konti. Or of me."
"No, I doubt that. Don't put yourself down, she loves you as much as you do her. But people of Riverfall surely don't-"
"No, they don't treat her any differently from them. I think she doesn't like being a Konti because of me. She can't stand me, how I dress, act, all of it. She seems to do the opposite on purpose. I don't understand her. I can't she doesn't seem like she wants me to."
Both woman chattered on in their seemingly gibberish of a language with Kolvia understanding a few scrambled phrases at best .
They're talking about me I just know it. Kolvia thought bitterly, clenching and un-clenching the hand that wasn't burdened with the responsibility of holding the bag. Shuffling along in her pale blue beaded sandals that had been given to her the day before from her cousin. It felt like she was getting more and more Konti gifts each day, and wandering around the city daily, her mother being counciled on the role of a mother by Kolvia's grandmother, and Kolvia was growing sick of it. Her chaperones barely ever let her out of their sight, but today was the day she would escape them or die trying, in a manner of speaking.
Kolvia stopped suddenly and her mother and grandmother so deep in conversation that they passed her without noticing. Kolvia blinked, "That was easier than I thought." She walked the opposite way, grinning. She was free, finally.
Kolvia and her family were in Mura simply to visit relatives, they left Riverfall in late spring, arriving in Mura maybe a week or two later. Visiting relatives was just a cover up story the girl suspected her mother had other things planned for this trip.
"Oh isn't this pretty Kolvia?" Her mother's soft voice carried to her ears.
She head snapped around, blue eyes wide startled. She blinked then rolled her eyes, uninterested. Her mother held up a splendid cotton white dress with ruffles on the short sleeves and skirts. "Yeah, it's beautiful." Kolvia said, bored. Turning her head back to the window.
Hands fell on her arm and firmly dragged her to her feet in an gentle but stern fashion. "Respect is a simple thing, child. Its quite easy to follow and abide by, as is compassion. We are kin, respect to one another is second nature."
Kolvia's grandmother scolded gently releasing the girl's arm once she stood her up. The woman nodded to the sales woman who patiently and respectfully waited off to the side, seeming not noticing Kolvia's scolding. "We'll take the dress please then be on our way." The older Konti told the tailor smiling.
Kolvia had learned few words in Kontinise so most of what her grandmother said just sounded like a weird mixture of juggled gibberish. The one word she caught from her grandmother's words, were 'respect'.
"What?" She asked dumbfounded and slightly annoyed for her lack of knowledge on. Her mother's native tongue. Then to make a some type of point and mainly looking for a reaction from her grandmother, Kolvia rebelliously sat back down, earning a disproving looks from her mother and grandmother both. But they said nothing and Kolvia's mother, went up to the counter and handed the lady a few mizas before turning around and handing the dress to Kolvia.
"Please wear it." Her mother pleaded.
Kolvia sighed and took the dress, heading into the dressing room. Once inside, she slid her shirt and long skirt off and putting the short sleeved white dress on. Turning around admiring herself, Kolvia frowned and smiled at the same time. The short sleeves showed off her arms, her scales. It didn't matter that she was on an island dominated with Konti, she had grown so accustomed to trying to act as much as an Akalak possible. That the short sleeves annoyed her to no end. She took off the dress and put her shirt back on and smiling evilly slid the dress up over it. Her scales were covered once more by fabric to her satisfaction.
She had made up a self invented stereotype of Konti being weak and docile in her mind so naturally, she didn't want to be seen as one. The pale blue scales on her forehead were a major giveaway for no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get her hair to cover them up too. It didn't matter to her that she was also Konti, she saw herself as special, as-
Her thoughts wavered when she spotted a piece of neatly folded paper on the ground.
Picking it up, it read: You are a Konti destined for great things, never forget it.
She threw the note down and stepped on it, assuming they were some worthless encouraging words from her mother.
I didn't even want to come here in the first place. I bet dad and my brothers are having more fun. She thought crossly. I swear not a day goes by without her trying to 'help' me. Well, I don't want her 'help' and I never did.
Kneeling down, she gathered up her clothes not bothering to fold them. When she stepped out of the dressing room, a bag for her extra clothing was there for her. Dumping her clothes in the bag, Kolvia headed back to the front where her grandmother and mother waited. Oria was beaming at her daughter until what Kolvia did to the outfit finally crossed her mind then the wide smile dropped suddenly into one of despair. Kolvia's grandmother didn't seem in the least surprised and watched her sort of expectantly, for what exactly, Kolvia didn't have a clue.
"Thank you! Have a nice day!" The store woman called to them as they made their exit.
"She is such a stubborn child it seems." Kolvia's grandmother commented to Kalvia as both the older women walked behind Kolvia down the street.
"Very much so. She's...difficult." Kolvia's mother replied distraught.
"Has she always been-"
"Like this? Yes. I believe she is somewhat ashamed of being a Konti. Or of me."
"No, I doubt that. Don't put yourself down, she loves you as much as you do her. But people of Riverfall surely don't-"
"No, they don't treat her any differently from them. I think she doesn't like being a Konti because of me. She can't stand me, how I dress, act, all of it. She seems to do the opposite on purpose. I don't understand her. I can't she doesn't seem like she wants me to."
Both woman chattered on in their seemingly gibberish of a language with Kolvia understanding a few scrambled phrases at best .
They're talking about me I just know it. Kolvia thought bitterly, clenching and un-clenching the hand that wasn't burdened with the responsibility of holding the bag. Shuffling along in her pale blue beaded sandals that had been given to her the day before from her cousin. It felt like she was getting more and more Konti gifts each day, and wandering around the city daily, her mother being counciled on the role of a mother by Kolvia's grandmother, and Kolvia was growing sick of it. Her chaperones barely ever let her out of their sight, but today was the day she would escape them or die trying, in a manner of speaking.
Kolvia stopped suddenly and her mother and grandmother so deep in conversation that they passed her without noticing. Kolvia blinked, "That was easier than I thought." She walked the opposite way, grinning. She was free, finally.