With a brisk shudder at the first signs of waking followed by a withheld breathe Miria rose slightly to start the day. A hand raised to run her eyes moved into an elaborate sweeping stretch that put her back in bed. Looking over to the other side of the bed the vantha's mood took a turn for the worse as her yawn became a discontent murmur. Did she really have to know? Looking back at when she was all but ignorant to her “late” husband's deviations the young vantha was nothing if not devoted to her marriage. Even later with his disappearance the doting vantha kept a light outside their window for his safe return. Seasons passed and there was no sign of her wishes of coming true until one faithful evening.
A peculiar sight along with a seemingly anticlimactic confrontation shattered all of the vantha's perceptions of the life she was living. How cruel was fate to teach her and nurture her through the vantha way just to deny her of living such a fortunate life? Family, solidarity and the promise of a happy marriage. Then to have it taken away simply because his preferences on a mate turned out to be peculiar. Queer and unexpected was the relationship that was put before her and she couldn't have hoped to do anything about it. A cultural shock that Miria would not ever wish upon others. It did not change her demeanor but she felt the subtle changes to her demeanor in the months to come.
Long story made short Miria stopped lighting a candle outside her window and Morello went off to live with a bear in the wastes. It took the archer to come to terms with the man's decision. How could he decide to fake his disappearance and leave? Was there something wrong that she did? Was there something wrong with her? It was simply to embarrassing to accept. Ludicrous even. There was no way she could find who she can confide in. Miria was not going to become the next running gag story told in the campfires of Avanthal.
Soon after those that knew her started to make the off colored joke of her being an ice maiden. Granted Miria was sure that the incident was isolated so it was mere coincidence she found herself more involved with the term. Vantha women who have not married or otherwise found a spouse at her age were usually deemed cold and uninviting. Don't joke about it. It ISN'T funny.
Questioning her earlier thoughts on that matter Miria found herself wondering of what to make of meeting even more important was how to deal with the that sudden meeting. The archer took her time in understanding how she felt, spending quite a bit of time reflecting and even spending some time to weave out her version of her failed marriage for herself. She could not help it seeing how most people in Avanthal had a flair for the dramatic. Finally settling into acceptance the days where she would wish for a life associated with that ...man was almost nonexistent. Today Miria just had what looked like to be a moment of weakness early in the morning. Hearing the morning stirrings outside snapped the vantha back into reality. Long were the days of being such a young impressionable girl, all that she can do is struggle to find her happy ending with a smile.
xA peculiar sight along with a seemingly anticlimactic confrontation shattered all of the vantha's perceptions of the life she was living. How cruel was fate to teach her and nurture her through the vantha way just to deny her of living such a fortunate life? Family, solidarity and the promise of a happy marriage. Then to have it taken away simply because his preferences on a mate turned out to be peculiar. Queer and unexpected was the relationship that was put before her and she couldn't have hoped to do anything about it. A cultural shock that Miria would not ever wish upon others. It did not change her demeanor but she felt the subtle changes to her demeanor in the months to come.
Long story made short Miria stopped lighting a candle outside her window and Morello went off to live with a bear in the wastes. It took the archer to come to terms with the man's decision. How could he decide to fake his disappearance and leave? Was there something wrong that she did? Was there something wrong with her? It was simply to embarrassing to accept. Ludicrous even. There was no way she could find who she can confide in. Miria was not going to become the next running gag story told in the campfires of Avanthal.
Soon after those that knew her started to make the off colored joke of her being an ice maiden. Granted Miria was sure that the incident was isolated so it was mere coincidence she found herself more involved with the term. Vantha women who have not married or otherwise found a spouse at her age were usually deemed cold and uninviting. Don't joke about it. It ISN'T funny.
Questioning her earlier thoughts on that matter Miria found herself wondering of what to make of meeting even more important was how to deal with the that sudden meeting. The archer took her time in understanding how she felt, spending quite a bit of time reflecting and even spending some time to weave out her version of her failed marriage for herself. She could not help it seeing how most people in Avanthal had a flair for the dramatic. Finally settling into acceptance the days where she would wish for a life associated with that ...man was almost nonexistent. Today Miria just had what looked like to be a moment of weakness early in the morning. Hearing the morning stirrings outside snapped the vantha back into reality. Long were the days of being such a young impressionable girl, all that she can do is struggle to find her happy ending with a smile.
