52nd Day Of Ashan, 705
Darcyanna sat in the wide spanning courtyard, her pale blonde hair pulled back into tightly woven braids and her silk dress a bold shade of magenta. Behind her, inside the house, the laughter and music of her parents social event. It was some sort of ball, everyone dressed in perfect finery and the Sabassaint decorated in beautiful roses. Everywhere she looked, rose garlands adorned the property, all lit artfully in the evening light with pretty golden lanterns.
Darcy loved balls, they were ever so lovely and magical, and she got to wear her most favourite of dresses. The handmaidens had even put her best crystal hairpin in for her, and it sparkled in the light. She’d mingled with Warricks and Kromes, poised and perfect just like Mother, before dutifully playing a small piece on the piano as so requested by her parents. It was all so wonderful and magic.
Of course, then she was here too.
Pythera didn’t even want to go, she’d been so very awful to the handmaidens and her hair wasn’t done anywhere near as prettily as Darcy’s. The younger girl had bottled her sister up after the performance, cruelly pinching her arm as she backed her into a quiet corner of the room.
“Litte miss favourite Darcy. Playing your stupid piano and smiling your stupid smiles. You know, the Krome boy said he thinks you’re the ugliest here.” She taunted with a sneer. Darcyanna winced and pulled away, rubbing her arm.
“You’re just being mean Pythera. He didn’t say that.” To say the older girl hated her sister was couth, even if possibly true. She’d tried nice, truly she had, but the wild eyed blonde was just horrible. More to the point, she was a bully.
Pythera grinned and came up closer to the shorter girls face. How she lorded the fact she was bigger than her older sister.
“He did too, all of them did. No one wants to ever marry an ugly girl.” A surge of sudden anger caught Darcy and she pushed the taller girl away so she could walk past. There was a moment of shock that registered on Pythera’s features, before she turned and shoved back, much harder than the blondes feeble attempt.
Crash!
Glasses of expensive reds and whites from the Venora Estates tipped and smashed onto the polished floor as Darcy fell into one of the waiters, all arms and legs. She managed to avoid any of the sharp shards, but her beautiful magenta dress was ruined. People turned to stare, whilst Pythera turned on the water works.
“She pushed me first!” The vile girl wailed, whilst Darcyanna picked herself up with wide indigo eyes. It wasn’t untrue, but...but...
Face as red as the stains on her dress, Darcy fled the ballroom. The youngster hadn’t been sure where she was going at the time, just knowing that she had to get away. Eventually, after taking the servants entrances and weaving her way through the much unseen parts of the house, she’d popped out in the gardens.
Kicking at the grass with each deflated step, the short Venora dumped herself into one of the ornate garden seats, nestled under a beautiful gazebo practically exploding with flowers. She sighed and sniffed, wiping tears from her cheeks.
Stupid Pythera.
Darcy loved balls, they were ever so lovely and magical, and she got to wear her most favourite of dresses. The handmaidens had even put her best crystal hairpin in for her, and it sparkled in the light. She’d mingled with Warricks and Kromes, poised and perfect just like Mother, before dutifully playing a small piece on the piano as so requested by her parents. It was all so wonderful and magic.
Of course, then she was here too.
Pythera didn’t even want to go, she’d been so very awful to the handmaidens and her hair wasn’t done anywhere near as prettily as Darcy’s. The younger girl had bottled her sister up after the performance, cruelly pinching her arm as she backed her into a quiet corner of the room.
“Litte miss favourite Darcy. Playing your stupid piano and smiling your stupid smiles. You know, the Krome boy said he thinks you’re the ugliest here.” She taunted with a sneer. Darcyanna winced and pulled away, rubbing her arm.
“You’re just being mean Pythera. He didn’t say that.” To say the older girl hated her sister was couth, even if possibly true. She’d tried nice, truly she had, but the wild eyed blonde was just horrible. More to the point, she was a bully.
Pythera grinned and came up closer to the shorter girls face. How she lorded the fact she was bigger than her older sister.
“He did too, all of them did. No one wants to ever marry an ugly girl.” A surge of sudden anger caught Darcy and she pushed the taller girl away so she could walk past. There was a moment of shock that registered on Pythera’s features, before she turned and shoved back, much harder than the blondes feeble attempt.
Crash!
Glasses of expensive reds and whites from the Venora Estates tipped and smashed onto the polished floor as Darcy fell into one of the waiters, all arms and legs. She managed to avoid any of the sharp shards, but her beautiful magenta dress was ruined. People turned to stare, whilst Pythera turned on the water works.
“She pushed me first!” The vile girl wailed, whilst Darcyanna picked herself up with wide indigo eyes. It wasn’t untrue, but...but...
Face as red as the stains on her dress, Darcy fled the ballroom. The youngster hadn’t been sure where she was going at the time, just knowing that she had to get away. Eventually, after taking the servants entrances and weaving her way through the much unseen parts of the house, she’d popped out in the gardens.
Kicking at the grass with each deflated step, the short Venora dumped herself into one of the ornate garden seats, nestled under a beautiful gazebo practically exploding with flowers. She sighed and sniffed, wiping tears from her cheeks.
Stupid Pythera.