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[Aug. 13, 2006][original] Boating with a Holy Woman
Title: Boating with a Holy Woman
Day/Theme: Aug. 13, 2006 "Believe me, moonlight is the stuff whereof /My lady's limbs are made. I offer proof."
Series: original
Character/Pairing: Seif & Christine
Rating: G
When daylight touched the skin of Lady Christine, she seemed to be touched by a buttery glow, her pale skin gaining the homely yellow of a buttercup's shadow.
Seif thought she looked like moonlight- something ethereal that might just fade away in the sun's light. Really, he thought to himself, she was very beautiful. As she was his patron, it made him feel a little proud... Her long violet-blue tresses that seemed to shine sapphire and cerulean in the light, her bright eyes, also blue, her dainty gestures, and slim figure...a little like an angel.
When he took Christine's looks in relation to her position, however, it was more logical. As the successor to the Holy Mother, it made perfect sense that she shared many of the features of the current Holy Mother, as well as of Messinan leaders of the past. This was not a position one was trained to take- it was a life one was born for.
It made him wonder a little about Christine's birth family. Their daughter was recognized as successor to the holy throne and went away to live and serce in the capital city in the White Castle. Did they ever visit her here? Were they proud or frightened or confused to be, average citizens, the parents and siblings of a girl one step away from being the holiest person in the nation? He didn't know. If they still lived he'd never met them.
"Sir Seif," Christine spoke up, interrupting his rambling thoughts.
"Ah, yes?" he inquired, a little flustered about being caught mentally drifting so far away.
"Are you taking us in circles on purpose or is it some sort of accident?" she waved her hands out towards the ripples left in the wake of the tiny rowboat. The position of the oars and the curve of the waves seemed to point towards having just circled around in the same area- according to Christine's comment, possibly many times.
"Sorry," he laughed, "I just wasn't paying enough attention. I'll row straight now." He adjusted the oars and slowly began to move the gently drifting boat in a straight line towards the willow-lined bank.
Christine giggled good-naturedly, "Sir Seif, you are very good to me."
Day/Theme: Aug. 13, 2006 "Believe me, moonlight is the stuff whereof /My lady's limbs are made. I offer proof."
Series: original
Character/Pairing: Seif & Christine
Rating: G
When daylight touched the skin of Lady Christine, she seemed to be touched by a buttery glow, her pale skin gaining the homely yellow of a buttercup's shadow.
Seif thought she looked like moonlight- something ethereal that might just fade away in the sun's light. Really, he thought to himself, she was very beautiful. As she was his patron, it made him feel a little proud... Her long violet-blue tresses that seemed to shine sapphire and cerulean in the light, her bright eyes, also blue, her dainty gestures, and slim figure...a little like an angel.
When he took Christine's looks in relation to her position, however, it was more logical. As the successor to the Holy Mother, it made perfect sense that she shared many of the features of the current Holy Mother, as well as of Messinan leaders of the past. This was not a position one was trained to take- it was a life one was born for.
It made him wonder a little about Christine's birth family. Their daughter was recognized as successor to the holy throne and went away to live and serce in the capital city in the White Castle. Did they ever visit her here? Were they proud or frightened or confused to be, average citizens, the parents and siblings of a girl one step away from being the holiest person in the nation? He didn't know. If they still lived he'd never met them.
"Sir Seif," Christine spoke up, interrupting his rambling thoughts.
"Ah, yes?" he inquired, a little flustered about being caught mentally drifting so far away.
"Are you taking us in circles on purpose or is it some sort of accident?" she waved her hands out towards the ripples left in the wake of the tiny rowboat. The position of the oars and the curve of the waves seemed to point towards having just circled around in the same area- according to Christine's comment, possibly many times.
"Sorry," he laughed, "I just wasn't paying enough attention. I'll row straight now." He adjusted the oars and slowly began to move the gently drifting boat in a straight line towards the willow-lined bank.
Christine giggled good-naturedly, "Sir Seif, you are very good to me."