Post by Rayven on Jul 19, 2004 15:48:44 GMT -5
The sun shone with a curious harshness this day and it seemed as if the bells of the church rang hour upon hour, a jangling sound that jarred my nerves.
I had put on a simple dress of dark blue wool, with linen under dress of white. A fine linen it was. Woven in Ireland, there was no other linen like it anywhere, perhaps it was the flax of the area, which grew stronger, longer fibers, and whiter than anywhere else.
My hair was still unbound as I sat before the bronzed mirror in my chambers running the carved apple wood comb through my dark tresses.
I had forced myself to eat the oatabout the chambermaid had brought to my room this morning, but my mind was not at rest.
Seeing the Frank visitor, Vinzelles, in the hall yesterday had an unsettling feeling on me and I had hardly troubled myself to conceal my distain for his presence, although I did manage a polite nod of my head before turning my attention to other things.
I found myself rubbing my hands together until they were chaffed; there was such an arrogant air about him, a look of pure evil in those dark eyes of his.
Rising up out of my chair as though propelled by an unseen force, I headed for the door of my chamber the wind outside my window had picked up, now blowing bits of dust and sand against the pane and I wondered if a storm was approaching from the south.
I had put on a simple dress of dark blue wool, with linen under dress of white. A fine linen it was. Woven in Ireland, there was no other linen like it anywhere, perhaps it was the flax of the area, which grew stronger, longer fibers, and whiter than anywhere else.
My hair was still unbound as I sat before the bronzed mirror in my chambers running the carved apple wood comb through my dark tresses.
I had forced myself to eat the oatabout the chambermaid had brought to my room this morning, but my mind was not at rest.
Seeing the Frank visitor, Vinzelles, in the hall yesterday had an unsettling feeling on me and I had hardly troubled myself to conceal my distain for his presence, although I did manage a polite nod of my head before turning my attention to other things.
I found myself rubbing my hands together until they were chaffed; there was such an arrogant air about him, a look of pure evil in those dark eyes of his.
Rising up out of my chair as though propelled by an unseen force, I headed for the door of my chamber the wind outside my window had picked up, now blowing bits of dust and sand against the pane and I wondered if a storm was approaching from the south.