So, so bored
This is kinda a multi-songfic, because I'm not quite ready to go to bed, yet I'm also not doing anything else productive. Waaah. So, I'm going to pick the line that sticks out most in each song of my playlist, as they come on, and then write a scene based on that.
I will not be afraid of women...
Elanthra kicked the fine gravel sand by her feet. It wasn't fair. The boys in the family got to do everything. All she got to do was sit at home and spin. She'd taken to calling her mother rumpelstiltskin, she spun so much.
It wasn't really because she had to. Her parents had always given her a choice, and, being of the noble caste, they had money to play with. But her mother had been a weaver to rival Arachne, and Elanthra felt honor-bound to carry on her mother's talent.
Except she just wasn't good at it.
Weaving hurt her fingers. It was fine work, delicate, and she lacked the patience for it. She wanted to accomplish great things. Great things, however, seemed to have no need for her. So she stayed at home and wove, as much as she hated it. Naturally, all of her pieces sucked donkey balls.
A crow flew past her. Birds, at least, could fly. They weren't cooped up by bonds of honor and love. Sometimes Elanthra felt like her wings had been clipped.
I'll be glad to go...
A plan hatched in her mind. Would anyone really care if she left home? Probably, at least for a while, but they would get over it. They didn't really need her. Nobody did.
Sure, her parents would grieve for her, but she'd never really fit into the family. She'd always just been there, struggling at a task that she hated her and that hated her. Her brothers had been the stars in the family, one scholarly and wise, the other tall and strong. They would carry on the family honor, while she could live her own life.
It was so close. All she had to do was keep walking. This rode led on to the next town, and then onto the great city Shrevardnia. She wasn't really packed for travelling - she'd just gone out for a quick walk - but she had money with her. She could buy whatever she needed.
Elanthra's mind went back and forth between her plan and her family. It was a hard choice, but not really. She'd never really lived her own life before - this was her chance. With every footstep, she wandered farther and farther from her home.
A traveler passed by her. He tipped his hat, but she ignored him. One could never be sure of the intentions of strange men. She'd have to make her own way.
She kept walking. It was midafternoon now, and the sun was beginning its slow descent to the horizon. It would be night soon, and she'd have to find a place to stay.
In the house of stone and light...
Up ahead, a small cottage stood by the road. It had a stone foundation, small wooden beams for framing, and a thatched exterior. A modest dwelling, but sturdy. Probably the home of a woodcutter or peasant. They would be glad for a couple coins in exchange for a night's lodging.
She walked up to the door, suddenly feeling nervous. Who were these people? Would they take kindly to strangers? Was it safe to stay with them?
Fighting her trepidation, she knocked. A middle-aged woman answered, blonde with tinges of gray in her hair. Her face was lined, betraying an age greater than her appearance.
I know that I'm not the first one...
"What do you want?" the old woman asked brusquely.
"I seek a night's room and board," Elanthra answered. "I can pay."
"We don't take in strangers," said the woman, and moved to shut the door.
"Please," Elanthra said hastily, "if not with you, where can I find shelter for the night? It shall be cold in the morn, and I have no clothes but those on my back?"
"Well, then you should have thought of that before you left home in such flimsy clothing."
Chastened, Elanthra made as if to leave. Perhaps she would even head home. Her parents would be mad, going away for so long without telling anyone, but they spoiled her and would let her get away with almost anything.
But the woman caught her shawl and pulled her back. "Wait," she said. Her eyes seem fixed on the pendant Elanthra wore around her neck. "Where did you get that?"
"My mother gave it to me. It's been in our family for years. I don't even know who first had it, or how they came about it."
"Perhaps there is room at my hearth for one more. But only for tonight. Come inside." It was more of a command than an acquiescence.
Possibly to-be-continued, but I'm getting bored & tired now. In case you were wondering the songs were:
And next up would've been Dream Theater - A Change of Seasons ("Let's feed upon his misery"), but I got bored.
I will not be afraid of women...
Elanthra kicked the fine gravel sand by her feet. It wasn't fair. The boys in the family got to do everything. All she got to do was sit at home and spin. She'd taken to calling her mother rumpelstiltskin, she spun so much.
It wasn't really because she had to. Her parents had always given her a choice, and, being of the noble caste, they had money to play with. But her mother had been a weaver to rival Arachne, and Elanthra felt honor-bound to carry on her mother's talent.
Except she just wasn't good at it.
Weaving hurt her fingers. It was fine work, delicate, and she lacked the patience for it. She wanted to accomplish great things. Great things, however, seemed to have no need for her. So she stayed at home and wove, as much as she hated it. Naturally, all of her pieces sucked donkey balls.
A crow flew past her. Birds, at least, could fly. They weren't cooped up by bonds of honor and love. Sometimes Elanthra felt like her wings had been clipped.
I'll be glad to go...
A plan hatched in her mind. Would anyone really care if she left home? Probably, at least for a while, but they would get over it. They didn't really need her. Nobody did.
Sure, her parents would grieve for her, but she'd never really fit into the family. She'd always just been there, struggling at a task that she hated her and that hated her. Her brothers had been the stars in the family, one scholarly and wise, the other tall and strong. They would carry on the family honor, while she could live her own life.
It was so close. All she had to do was keep walking. This rode led on to the next town, and then onto the great city Shrevardnia. She wasn't really packed for travelling - she'd just gone out for a quick walk - but she had money with her. She could buy whatever she needed.
Elanthra's mind went back and forth between her plan and her family. It was a hard choice, but not really. She'd never really lived her own life before - this was her chance. With every footstep, she wandered farther and farther from her home.
A traveler passed by her. He tipped his hat, but she ignored him. One could never be sure of the intentions of strange men. She'd have to make her own way.
She kept walking. It was midafternoon now, and the sun was beginning its slow descent to the horizon. It would be night soon, and she'd have to find a place to stay.
In the house of stone and light...
Up ahead, a small cottage stood by the road. It had a stone foundation, small wooden beams for framing, and a thatched exterior. A modest dwelling, but sturdy. Probably the home of a woodcutter or peasant. They would be glad for a couple coins in exchange for a night's lodging.
She walked up to the door, suddenly feeling nervous. Who were these people? Would they take kindly to strangers? Was it safe to stay with them?
Fighting her trepidation, she knocked. A middle-aged woman answered, blonde with tinges of gray in her hair. Her face was lined, betraying an age greater than her appearance.
I know that I'm not the first one...
"What do you want?" the old woman asked brusquely.
"I seek a night's room and board," Elanthra answered. "I can pay."
"We don't take in strangers," said the woman, and moved to shut the door.
"Please," Elanthra said hastily, "if not with you, where can I find shelter for the night? It shall be cold in the morn, and I have no clothes but those on my back?"
"Well, then you should have thought of that before you left home in such flimsy clothing."
Chastened, Elanthra made as if to leave. Perhaps she would even head home. Her parents would be mad, going away for so long without telling anyone, but they spoiled her and would let her get away with almost anything.
But the woman caught her shawl and pulled her back. "Wait," she said. Her eyes seem fixed on the pendant Elanthra wore around her neck. "Where did you get that?"
"My mother gave it to me. It's been in our family for years. I don't even know who first had it, or how they came about it."
"Perhaps there is room at my hearth for one more. But only for tonight. Come inside." It was more of a command than an acquiescence.
Possibly to-be-continued, but I'm getting bored & tired now. In case you were wondering the songs were:
- Dar Williams - As Cool As I Am
- Rasputina - A Quitter
- Martin Page - In the House of stone and light
- Ace of Base - Angel Eyes
And next up would've been Dream Theater - A Change of Seasons ("Let's feed upon his misery"), but I got bored.