Post by Dream Loxley on Apr 18, 2004 5:09:13 GMT -5
*Ellissia sat wrapped in her favourite quilt...the hearth was welcoming..the fire always burning brightly....the small wooden animals were lined up on the furs as if to go on a journey...wherever her daughter would lead them.
She watched from the comfort of the large sofa, her fingers busily sewing her eyes always aware of her daughter.....the constant chatter, broken by shrieks and laughter as something else took her fancy. For the moment, she seemed content to play....those little animals would be quite exhausted if they were alive. Up and down they went....sometimes slowly...others with haste, but all within the imagination of a small child who was confined indoors whilst the rain continued to pour down.
It was these quiet times, so few and far between that she relished.....their chambers were as a sanctuary, no chores, no duties, no lists and endless planning of meals and cleaning rota's. This morning was a rest day for her and she chose to stay here with her daughter.
The week had been emotional....quite draining, but, as always....a new day would come. The rain would stop sometime..and the sun was up there, just shielded from view.
She looked over at the fresh candle burning in the window and smiled.....indeed..some things were simply meant to be, and as others changed, she adapted...watched her little one growing up.....the love she held safely within her heart, was constant and true.
When he was home...then they would speak of matters...the funeral...her own betrayal.....plans for their future...for their Ellissia. All would be well again...she was sure of such, as was the way of things.
She found her daughter beside her now...still wrapped in the quilt...so tattered from being a constant companion. With care, she placed the needle within the fabric, leaving it aside as she lifted Ellissia up and onto her lap, snuggling together as the rain pelted against the windows.
Yes...yes...a story now.....perhaps of animals and the forests.....a nod and a kiss from her small one who for once now was quiet...and she began.*
"Once apon a time....long ago, there was a man...a good man who liked to right all the wrongs others had done to the poor folk. This man was a forrester...and he lived in the woodlands, within the trees....his companions were the animals and birds.................A kindly man was he.....brave and strong............"
She watched from the comfort of the large sofa, her fingers busily sewing her eyes always aware of her daughter.....the constant chatter, broken by shrieks and laughter as something else took her fancy. For the moment, she seemed content to play....those little animals would be quite exhausted if they were alive. Up and down they went....sometimes slowly...others with haste, but all within the imagination of a small child who was confined indoors whilst the rain continued to pour down.
It was these quiet times, so few and far between that she relished.....their chambers were as a sanctuary, no chores, no duties, no lists and endless planning of meals and cleaning rota's. This morning was a rest day for her and she chose to stay here with her daughter.
The week had been emotional....quite draining, but, as always....a new day would come. The rain would stop sometime..and the sun was up there, just shielded from view.
She looked over at the fresh candle burning in the window and smiled.....indeed..some things were simply meant to be, and as others changed, she adapted...watched her little one growing up.....the love she held safely within her heart, was constant and true.
When he was home...then they would speak of matters...the funeral...her own betrayal.....plans for their future...for their Ellissia. All would be well again...she was sure of such, as was the way of things.
She found her daughter beside her now...still wrapped in the quilt...so tattered from being a constant companion. With care, she placed the needle within the fabric, leaving it aside as she lifted Ellissia up and onto her lap, snuggling together as the rain pelted against the windows.
Yes...yes...a story now.....perhaps of animals and the forests.....a nod and a kiss from her small one who for once now was quiet...and she began.*
"Once apon a time....long ago, there was a man...a good man who liked to right all the wrongs others had done to the poor folk. This man was a forrester...and he lived in the woodlands, within the trees....his companions were the animals and birds.................A kindly man was he.....brave and strong............"