Sky, Sleep, Gold (AC2)
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Claim: Anya
Themes: Sky, Sleep, Gold (AC2)
Completed: 25/30
Sky
The weak winter sunshine illuminated blanket of snow covering the palace grounds. Princess Anastasia lay in the snow, revelling in the simplicity of childhood. She stared up at the blue sky, trying to work out if the clouds in shadow were white or grey.
In seven days, Anastasia’s life would come to a halt. Her name would change and she would dress in rags. The privileged life she was living today would evaporate, and she would not reclaim it for ten years. But she would never forget the peace that came with lying in the snow, staring at the sky.
Sleep
She knew she needed sleep. It was late - or early, depending on how you looked at it. She should have been asleep hours ago. But how could she sleep when tomorrow was the first day or the rest of her life?
Paris. That’s where she was going. The city of love, though that wasn’t why she was going. Her fingers found their way to the pendant around her neck. ‘Together in Paris’, it said. Someone out there was waiting for her to come home. To Paris. Who, she didn’t know. Excitement bubbled inside her. Paris, that’s where she was going.
Gold (AC2)
She slipped into the gown Sophie picked up for her and spun around, as is expected of you when you’re wearing such outrageously glamorous attire. She remembered herself in another gold dress, but it wasn’t beautiful, not like this one. It was dirty and unbecoming. It was made of rags sewn together. She had worn it for years, and it had never been beautiful or anything like it. But it was gold just the same. And, just as the tattered dress was gold under the cover of rags, the princess it had clothed was royalty, her potential concealed by poverty.
Soph
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Claim: Anya
Themes: Sky, Sleep, Gold (AC2)
Completed: 25/30
Sky
The weak winter sunshine illuminated blanket of snow covering the palace grounds. Princess Anastasia lay in the snow, revelling in the simplicity of childhood. She stared up at the blue sky, trying to work out if the clouds in shadow were white or grey.
In seven days, Anastasia’s life would come to a halt. Her name would change and she would dress in rags. The privileged life she was living today would evaporate, and she would not reclaim it for ten years. But she would never forget the peace that came with lying in the snow, staring at the sky.
Sleep
She knew she needed sleep. It was late - or early, depending on how you looked at it. She should have been asleep hours ago. But how could she sleep when tomorrow was the first day or the rest of her life?
Paris. That’s where she was going. The city of love, though that wasn’t why she was going. Her fingers found their way to the pendant around her neck. ‘Together in Paris’, it said. Someone out there was waiting for her to come home. To Paris. Who, she didn’t know. Excitement bubbled inside her. Paris, that’s where she was going.
Gold (AC2)
She slipped into the gown Sophie picked up for her and spun around, as is expected of you when you’re wearing such outrageously glamorous attire. She remembered herself in another gold dress, but it wasn’t beautiful, not like this one. It was dirty and unbecoming. It was made of rags sewn together. She had worn it for years, and it had never been beautiful or anything like it. But it was gold just the same. And, just as the tattered dress was gold under the cover of rags, the princess it had clothed was royalty, her potential concealed by poverty.
Soph
xxx