[Closed] Myths and Legends; A Brunnholdian Tale
Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2019 8:49 am
65th Roalis, 2719
COURTYARD | MID MORNING
COURTYARD | MID MORNING
He was coming back today.
Lilanee shoved the stray thought out of her head, adjusting her glasses and curling her arm around her knees as she settled on the soft blanket that was laid out on the rich green grass of the University Courtyard. Today marked the day on her calendar that stupid Ezre stupid Vks was back in Brunnhold.
Well maybe not stupid, but she was still upset.
It had been so nice, after St Grumbles. They’d been totally fine come morning, still friends, but also something else. Something really…nice. Whilst their studying and ongoing conversations had continued, there’d also been stolen kisses in broom cupboards and ‘private tutorage’ sessions in the crypts—all away from the public eye. Every time she was with him, Lilanee’s heart fluttered in her chest and her smile came easily from rambling lips, and everything was pretty much perfect. The Hessean made the mistake of letting chemical attraction and hormonal rushes get the best of her however, letting wild daydreams run amok in her teenage mind, so much so that when Ezre reminded her on his birthday that he would be visiting Hox she had felt something new. Something that she didn’t like. A keen sense of loss, of missing him already when he wasn’t even gone yet. At first she was angry at herself, it was just a little visit to his home country, something she’d already been told about and should have been expecting.
Technically she had been expecting it, but she’d sort of assumed Ezre would ask her to come with him.
Except that he didn’t.
The red head didn’t mean to, really she didn’t, but as the days crept closer to Roalis she’d gotten crankier and crankier. She probably should have just said ‘I’d love to come with you,’ but it felt intrusive. Ezre was already such a private person, to invite herself on his trip home to see his mother was probably rude. Plus maybe he didn’t want her to tag along. Maybe it was too much of a step towards….something else that neither of them really had any idea about. It had all come to an explosive head around the fifth of Roalis, Lilanee giving a lengthy talk on the distractions of personal relationships and the effects of biological urges, which had slowly de-evolved into irrational comments about opening up because Hoxians were so private that even though they had that discussion on St Grumbles whilst almost naked in her bed, the boy still didn’t really tell her things. He still kept her distanced from his true self and frankly it stung and oh Gods then she had cried and then she was angry about crying because honestly tears were just the worst most unproductive bodily function.
So, in short, Lilanee argued passionately at him, cried, then left.
They’d not seen each other again before he’d left for his home, Lilanee too assured that her logic made more sense than the guilty ache in her chest. She wanted to see him off, but that strange night of the seventh had disrupted everything. She could still feel wet cold grass under bare feet as she’d run out of her dorm, woken by the screams that carried on the air. All of the students had, dressed in gowns or nightclothes, carrying lanterns or casting orbs for light. Everyone had made their way to the gardens, but Headmistress had stopped them all, telling everyone to return to bed. Lilanee could see Marissa and Janse, and their friend, and everything looked wrong, but no one knew what had happened. As she’d gone to return to bed, the red head had looked for him, there in the throng of rudely awoken students.
She didn’t see him though. And why would she? After that fight, there was just no way he would want to speak with her ever again ever.
The interruption of sleep had left the girl awake until the very early hours, eventually drifting off before sunrise, but mid morning of the eighth a knock at her dormitory door had her flying from her sheets in a moment of unrestrained panic. She’d missed the airship departures, she’d missed her chance to say all the stupid stupid things she’d not said before. Flinging it open, she half expected—half hoped—it was Ezre. The disappointment in her field was tangible as she stared into the face of a passive. It wasn’t Ezre, it was a letter, and a scrystone.
He wanted her to take notes, regarding the incident the night before. There were rumors already among his peers that there were ghosts involved. Not an apology. Not a ‘we can talk via this’. No, a note to take notes. Frankly, the Hessean wanted to be excited about the whole idea that there was a ghostly incident publicly known on school grounds….but at that moment in time, she was just angry and upset.
And she cried again. Stupid stupid boys and emotions and hormones and tears. STUPID.
Finally however, her natural curiosity overpowered her unnatural heartache, and Lilanee made her way into the wilds of her peers to gather intel on the event. There’d been a dare apparently, to enter the East Gardens, and Tamika—the girl who had been screaming in Marissa’s arms—had been the one to do it. From there the story became fuzzy. Some of the students said that Tamkia had been attacked by a groundskeeper, but none of them fit the description provided. Others said she’d seen an apparition in the maze, one so terrifying she’d been unable to move. This rumor seemed to be more persistent then the other one, so much so that Lilanee has wanted to talk to Tamika directly but she was kept under strict supervision in the medical wing. Neither Janse or Marissa had known what had happened, so the red head was forced to take a different route. But first, she needed help.
Her letter to Madeline was brief but clear; Lilanee would like to meet her in the courtyard on the 65th, and to wear her best pressed uniform and an open mind. Undeterred by the fact she’d met the girl all of once, the Hessean was confident she would come.
Who didn’t want to follow up on strange letters sent by almost strangers?
Of course, she’d also tried to get in touch with Ezre, even though he didn’t deserve her updates. Regardless she had very professionally told him all she knew at the moment, and suggested he meet her when he returned on the courtyard lawn. She had an idea, but it required more than just talking to students. It required investigation and a winning smile.
Lilanee didn’t really have the second requirement at this stage but she DID have a detectives nose. And it was keen to find out exactly what happened in that garden.
So, here she waited. For Madeline, and for Ezre, soaking up the mid morning sun surrounded by her books.
He was coming back today, and she was not going to cry.
Lilanee shoved the stray thought out of her head, adjusting her glasses and curling her arm around her knees as she settled on the soft blanket that was laid out on the rich green grass of the University Courtyard. Today marked the day on her calendar that stupid Ezre stupid Vks was back in Brunnhold.
Well maybe not stupid, but she was still upset.
It had been so nice, after St Grumbles. They’d been totally fine come morning, still friends, but also something else. Something really…nice. Whilst their studying and ongoing conversations had continued, there’d also been stolen kisses in broom cupboards and ‘private tutorage’ sessions in the crypts—all away from the public eye. Every time she was with him, Lilanee’s heart fluttered in her chest and her smile came easily from rambling lips, and everything was pretty much perfect. The Hessean made the mistake of letting chemical attraction and hormonal rushes get the best of her however, letting wild daydreams run amok in her teenage mind, so much so that when Ezre reminded her on his birthday that he would be visiting Hox she had felt something new. Something that she didn’t like. A keen sense of loss, of missing him already when he wasn’t even gone yet. At first she was angry at herself, it was just a little visit to his home country, something she’d already been told about and should have been expecting.
Technically she had been expecting it, but she’d sort of assumed Ezre would ask her to come with him.
Except that he didn’t.
The red head didn’t mean to, really she didn’t, but as the days crept closer to Roalis she’d gotten crankier and crankier. She probably should have just said ‘I’d love to come with you,’ but it felt intrusive. Ezre was already such a private person, to invite herself on his trip home to see his mother was probably rude. Plus maybe he didn’t want her to tag along. Maybe it was too much of a step towards….something else that neither of them really had any idea about. It had all come to an explosive head around the fifth of Roalis, Lilanee giving a lengthy talk on the distractions of personal relationships and the effects of biological urges, which had slowly de-evolved into irrational comments about opening up because Hoxians were so private that even though they had that discussion on St Grumbles whilst almost naked in her bed, the boy still didn’t really tell her things. He still kept her distanced from his true self and frankly it stung and oh Gods then she had cried and then she was angry about crying because honestly tears were just the worst most unproductive bodily function.
So, in short, Lilanee argued passionately at him, cried, then left.
They’d not seen each other again before he’d left for his home, Lilanee too assured that her logic made more sense than the guilty ache in her chest. She wanted to see him off, but that strange night of the seventh had disrupted everything. She could still feel wet cold grass under bare feet as she’d run out of her dorm, woken by the screams that carried on the air. All of the students had, dressed in gowns or nightclothes, carrying lanterns or casting orbs for light. Everyone had made their way to the gardens, but Headmistress had stopped them all, telling everyone to return to bed. Lilanee could see Marissa and Janse, and their friend, and everything looked wrong, but no one knew what had happened. As she’d gone to return to bed, the red head had looked for him, there in the throng of rudely awoken students.
She didn’t see him though. And why would she? After that fight, there was just no way he would want to speak with her ever again ever.
The interruption of sleep had left the girl awake until the very early hours, eventually drifting off before sunrise, but mid morning of the eighth a knock at her dormitory door had her flying from her sheets in a moment of unrestrained panic. She’d missed the airship departures, she’d missed her chance to say all the stupid stupid things she’d not said before. Flinging it open, she half expected—half hoped—it was Ezre. The disappointment in her field was tangible as she stared into the face of a passive. It wasn’t Ezre, it was a letter, and a scrystone.
He wanted her to take notes, regarding the incident the night before. There were rumors already among his peers that there were ghosts involved. Not an apology. Not a ‘we can talk via this’. No, a note to take notes. Frankly, the Hessean wanted to be excited about the whole idea that there was a ghostly incident publicly known on school grounds….but at that moment in time, she was just angry and upset.
And she cried again. Stupid stupid boys and emotions and hormones and tears. STUPID.
Finally however, her natural curiosity overpowered her unnatural heartache, and Lilanee made her way into the wilds of her peers to gather intel on the event. There’d been a dare apparently, to enter the East Gardens, and Tamika—the girl who had been screaming in Marissa’s arms—had been the one to do it. From there the story became fuzzy. Some of the students said that Tamkia had been attacked by a groundskeeper, but none of them fit the description provided. Others said she’d seen an apparition in the maze, one so terrifying she’d been unable to move. This rumor seemed to be more persistent then the other one, so much so that Lilanee has wanted to talk to Tamika directly but she was kept under strict supervision in the medical wing. Neither Janse or Marissa had known what had happened, so the red head was forced to take a different route. But first, she needed help.
Her letter to Madeline was brief but clear; Lilanee would like to meet her in the courtyard on the 65th, and to wear her best pressed uniform and an open mind. Undeterred by the fact she’d met the girl all of once, the Hessean was confident she would come.
Who didn’t want to follow up on strange letters sent by almost strangers?
Of course, she’d also tried to get in touch with Ezre, even though he didn’t deserve her updates. Regardless she had very professionally told him all she knew at the moment, and suggested he meet her when he returned on the courtyard lawn. She had an idea, but it required more than just talking to students. It required investigation and a winning smile.
Lilanee didn’t really have the second requirement at this stage but she DID have a detectives nose. And it was keen to find out exactly what happened in that garden.
So, here she waited. For Madeline, and for Ezre, soaking up the mid morning sun surrounded by her books.
He was coming back today, and she was not going to cry.