Post by Nym Zeal on Mar 22, 2005 8:33:52 GMT -5
((No one's on to play with the silly Nymling mun... soooo....))
Nym woke up to a rainy morning. Slipping from Syn's arm that rested protectively over her, she moved across the stone floor in bare feet and opened the doors to the balcony. A few steps and she was standing outside, her face raised to the falling raindrops and her eyes closed as she felt it drip down her cheeks and her thick curls gradually getting heavier. Daughter? she thought towards the infant she carried. She'd searched the library last week and found an autobiography of a reknowned sorceress. Her attempts to better understand what her daughter would be had given her ideas, as well as found a role model herself in the long life of a woman who'd been powerful in her own realm, a duchess at some point, a sorceress and an aunt to powerful people- but a woman, first and foremost in everything she'd done. No amount of responsibility would ever make that diminish or fade, it was a strength, really. Women are made of sterner stuff than they'd ever really been given credit for.
There was a twitch, a familiarity coming not just from the magic but from the mind of the daughter she'd woken. Nym still wasn't quite sure what to try to teach the child, she wasn't really going to be teaching her in magical matters anyways, so she just gently communed with the newly waken mind. One can learn from facts presented, from actions shown.. and sometimes simply in quiet, peaceful meditation of one mind to another. What could she share that was more amazing than the feel of rain on her skin, the nightgown now plastered against her pale skin as she stood there and tried to relay each sensation?
She wasn't really teaching her what it felt like to stand in the rain. In the world, her daughter would still have to feel those things for herself. She was more teaching the manner of trying to feel something that you have nothing to compare it to. It would be something that might take a lifetime to learn and it was something that Nym could teach. An awareness to not only the world, but also to the secret worlds that lived in each seperate individual. Her daughter would hold great power in her life and she would have great teachers to tell her how to wield that power.
Her eyes opened, looking out over the lands of Goldenmyst through the steady downpour. The rider understood then, as though this were one of those moments when you have to pick one way or another and know it would affect your life tremendously. Funny how on the surface these decisions always seemed simple, as though you only really had one choice. The choice always seemed straightforward and easy.
Nym woke up to a rainy morning. Slipping from Syn's arm that rested protectively over her, she moved across the stone floor in bare feet and opened the doors to the balcony. A few steps and she was standing outside, her face raised to the falling raindrops and her eyes closed as she felt it drip down her cheeks and her thick curls gradually getting heavier. Daughter? she thought towards the infant she carried. She'd searched the library last week and found an autobiography of a reknowned sorceress. Her attempts to better understand what her daughter would be had given her ideas, as well as found a role model herself in the long life of a woman who'd been powerful in her own realm, a duchess at some point, a sorceress and an aunt to powerful people- but a woman, first and foremost in everything she'd done. No amount of responsibility would ever make that diminish or fade, it was a strength, really. Women are made of sterner stuff than they'd ever really been given credit for.
There was a twitch, a familiarity coming not just from the magic but from the mind of the daughter she'd woken. Nym still wasn't quite sure what to try to teach the child, she wasn't really going to be teaching her in magical matters anyways, so she just gently communed with the newly waken mind. One can learn from facts presented, from actions shown.. and sometimes simply in quiet, peaceful meditation of one mind to another. What could she share that was more amazing than the feel of rain on her skin, the nightgown now plastered against her pale skin as she stood there and tried to relay each sensation?
She wasn't really teaching her what it felt like to stand in the rain. In the world, her daughter would still have to feel those things for herself. She was more teaching the manner of trying to feel something that you have nothing to compare it to. It would be something that might take a lifetime to learn and it was something that Nym could teach. An awareness to not only the world, but also to the secret worlds that lived in each seperate individual. Her daughter would hold great power in her life and she would have great teachers to tell her how to wield that power.
Her eyes opened, looking out over the lands of Goldenmyst through the steady downpour. The rider understood then, as though this were one of those moments when you have to pick one way or another and know it would affect your life tremendously. Funny how on the surface these decisions always seemed simple, as though you only really had one choice. The choice always seemed straightforward and easy.
