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[June 1, 2007][Original] A Castle, a Tree, a Woman
Title: A Castle, a Tree, a Woman
Day/Theme: June 1, 2007 "A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed."
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Seif and Christine
Rating: G
When the white spires rose up over the horizon's blurry line of faintly waving grass, Seif felt he could already see her. The whole town and castle were vaguely reminiscent of Christine. The shops and houses flowed in curving seams out from the center of the capital like Christine's skirts. The castle, in its prim and quiet perfection shared the spirit of his patron.
He rode forward with a smile. There were no gates or walls to bar the city. All were free to enter. And despite his plain appearance, he was still recognized by some watchful townsfolk who waved and grinned at one of their beloved Holy Knights. Seif waved back, as gentle at his core as Christine. It was nice to be acknowledged and liked by the people he served.
The buildings clustered closer together as they neared the white castle. There was a wall around the castle, but no gates or heavy fortifications. The capital had never been attacked before, although fifty years ago, it had come rather close. Seif rode in and headed to the stables, where he dismounted and left his horse in the care of the grooms who vied for the chance to attend to a knight's mount. The voiceless youth hopped down easily and followed him.
With the horse taken care of, Seif hoped next to take care of his comrade and then himself. The young man looked as though he could use a good washing. A hot meal, a bath, a change of clothes, and a word or two with Alywin, Ran, Li, and Christine. Christine was always wonderfully pleasant to talk to. She didn't ramble awkwardly like he might. Her thoughts unfolded in tranquil sequence branching out like trees with dangling fruit adorning their branches.
She was kept a bit apart from the people due to her position. The knights mingled with the people on a daily basis, but how could they be compared to Christine? She was the divinely selected successor to the mouthpiece of the heavens, the wise and benevolent Holy Mother. Seif wondered if it might be a sin to feel as he did about a holy woman. There was no answer, as it wasn't a question he could really go and ask Father Alywin... And when she became the holy mother herself, how much stranger would it be? He hoped she would not change. He couldn't see how she would change. Christine, whatever she was called, was Christine.
Day/Theme: June 1, 2007 "A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed."
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Seif and Christine
Rating: G
When the white spires rose up over the horizon's blurry line of faintly waving grass, Seif felt he could already see her. The whole town and castle were vaguely reminiscent of Christine. The shops and houses flowed in curving seams out from the center of the capital like Christine's skirts. The castle, in its prim and quiet perfection shared the spirit of his patron.
He rode forward with a smile. There were no gates or walls to bar the city. All were free to enter. And despite his plain appearance, he was still recognized by some watchful townsfolk who waved and grinned at one of their beloved Holy Knights. Seif waved back, as gentle at his core as Christine. It was nice to be acknowledged and liked by the people he served.
The buildings clustered closer together as they neared the white castle. There was a wall around the castle, but no gates or heavy fortifications. The capital had never been attacked before, although fifty years ago, it had come rather close. Seif rode in and headed to the stables, where he dismounted and left his horse in the care of the grooms who vied for the chance to attend to a knight's mount. The voiceless youth hopped down easily and followed him.
With the horse taken care of, Seif hoped next to take care of his comrade and then himself. The young man looked as though he could use a good washing. A hot meal, a bath, a change of clothes, and a word or two with Alywin, Ran, Li, and Christine. Christine was always wonderfully pleasant to talk to. She didn't ramble awkwardly like he might. Her thoughts unfolded in tranquil sequence branching out like trees with dangling fruit adorning their branches.
She was kept a bit apart from the people due to her position. The knights mingled with the people on a daily basis, but how could they be compared to Christine? She was the divinely selected successor to the mouthpiece of the heavens, the wise and benevolent Holy Mother. Seif wondered if it might be a sin to feel as he did about a holy woman. There was no answer, as it wasn't a question he could really go and ask Father Alywin... And when she became the holy mother herself, how much stranger would it be? He hoped she would not change. He couldn't see how she would change. Christine, whatever she was called, was Christine.