#((AWAGUH fors I'm so sorry she struggles to remember that children aren't just their parents legacy Explore tagged Tumblr posts

[aglaean]

The True! L'Arachel interlaces her fingers, resting her chin on them to level her eyes with the man opposite. With a title such as that, there is little doubt in her mind that she has once more been matched with a kindred spirit. Whatever talk of tables and data their examiners spoke of, L'Arachel knew that such congruence could only be the hand of fate.

'Sir Forsyth the True!' She says, unable and unwilling to restrain her growing smile. Here was a man of unnatural prescience! But a few moments converse together and he had deemed her lady - a noble appelation that befitted her better than all else, no matter what nonsense Rennac muttered when she made claim to the title. 'How does one secure such an excellent epithet? I rather wish to procure one for myself...'

Her mind takes a temporary diversion down various different descriptors - L'Arachel the glowing, L'Arachel the brilliant, L'Arachel the radiant! - but discards them all as unable to capture her nigh numinous qualities.

She tunes back in just as he speaks of changing the world - such a phrase is bound to seize her attention, no matter the circumstance. 'But of course! It is the duty of a child to further her parents legacy.'

Thoughtlessly, she inserts 'her' before she can think much of it. There had been no other path to follow but the one her parent's had pressed into the ground. She pushed the soles of her magnificent heels into their footprints, and hoped that one day they would fit. 'You speak commendably; were it not for my darling Dozla's support, I am certain that my brilliance would have been somewhat hindered.'

'Without him, perhaps it would have taken me further years before I went questing! Truly, the fate of my good land deprived of such a saviour hardly bears thinking of.' She says, looking genuinely quite aghast. 'We must all find our own way to glory, but this need not be alone.'

She pauses, images of Uncle suggesting she come back inside, that she keep her distance from the woods, because she was small and they would bring her grevious harm. Her parents hadn't been small; it hadn't mattered. That was a past she was rather glad to have discarded - and for such merry company too!

Conspiratorial, inquiring, she leans forward in her seat. 'But, when do you suppose is the best time to begin inspiring them with your daring exploits? I have so many, though some are admittedly rather frightful... perhaps once they have reached 5 or 6 years...?'

(not so) mean and (very) green!

love hypothesis event: round 2!