One-Hundred and Ninety-ThirdPosition
Mn, well, I must say that was a revealing curse, but for once I'm glad I was affected by that nuisance. The little girl lost was too played out; I wish I could have kept my memories. Hmpff.
All of those who talked to "Sara"? Thank you.
No sense to dwelling further into it, isn't it? I expected my two slothful colleagues to finish their Sleeping Beauty a month ago, but they are finally progressing.
[Since the curse ended, Rue had been locked up, buried under the blankets of her bed in sheer horror about the life she had been leading. A happy, loving life without her Prince. A life without the stigma of the Raven's blood coursing inside her veins and where she had a family that loved her: pure, unselfish love she could return without feeling her chest constrain in a painful fashion.
A life that wasn't really hers, but it helped her to realize. These people are here for you.
It was an odd thought, almost heretical to her view that Rue couldn't exist without Mytho and all that was left was Kraehe. But the feeling sank in during all day she had spent thinking and staring at the exquisite painted ceiling of her quarters: They had helped Sara, because they thought that was Rue, their friend. I want to be Rue. If wasn't for her Prince, for everyone who loved her and she loved back. I am Rue.
The black feathers faded, her tears dried and her hair went loose passed her shoulders. She felt at peace with herself. She had glanced at Mytho's empty pillow, strode to give it a kiss and mouth a promise she would wait for his return, but right now she wanted to love other people as well.
With her head clear, Rue dressed in her maroon tutu, picked up her hair and headed right into the stage. After a month of half-heartened practice, she was finally dancing again: from the basics to leaps and arabesques. She returned to her old routine.]
All of those who talked to "Sara"? Thank you.
No sense to dwelling further into it, isn't it? I expected my two slothful colleagues to finish their Sleeping Beauty a month ago, but they are finally progressing.
[Since the curse ended, Rue had been locked up, buried under the blankets of her bed in sheer horror about the life she had been leading. A happy, loving life without her Prince. A life without the stigma of the Raven's blood coursing inside her veins and where she had a family that loved her: pure, unselfish love she could return without feeling her chest constrain in a painful fashion.
A life that wasn't really hers, but it helped her to realize. These people are here for you.
It was an odd thought, almost heretical to her view that Rue couldn't exist without Mytho and all that was left was Kraehe. But the feeling sank in during all day she had spent thinking and staring at the exquisite painted ceiling of her quarters: They had helped Sara, because they thought that was Rue, their friend. I want to be Rue. If wasn't for her Prince, for everyone who loved her and she loved back. I am Rue.
The black feathers faded, her tears dried and her hair went loose passed her shoulders. She felt at peace with herself. She had glanced at Mytho's empty pillow, strode to give it a kiss and mouth a promise she would wait for his return, but right now she wanted to love other people as well.
With her head clear, Rue dressed in her maroon tutu, picked up her hair and headed right into the stage. After a month of half-heartened practice, she was finally dancing again: from the basics to leaps and arabesques. She returned to her old routine.]