Post by Nadine Brissot on Dec 12, 2006 22:02:45 GMT -5
Nadine had gone out of her townhouse, decidedly so considering the stuffiness of the place, to the beach where she knew she could be alone for at least a little while. It was the first time in what felt like a long time that she had been able to get out of the house. Since she arrived in Port Royal, and news that she was still alive reached the ears of the managers of her Father's estate, she was bombarded with visitors and questions and prying that she did not like. Luckily, she had the opportunity to avoid the English at all, saying that her long journey had caused her much fatigue and she did not have the energy to speak in English to anyone. This had given her a brief respite from the military and reminders of her parent's horrible death, though sstill longed for the freedom of the sea.
Now she sat on the beach, letting the warm sand run between her toes. It was a glorious feeling, to be out of socks and shoes, with her breeches rolled up to her thighs, free to do as she pleased. That was something else that bothered her about being on the mainland. She was a woman again, not an equal with an equal share; her father's adviser had seen to it that she was always in dresses and always inside. After years and years of piracy and a life without restrictions, a limited life was suffocating.
Now she hummed one of her favorite songs, something her mother had taught her when she was still very young and did not know much about the world. It was a sweet French tune, something that she had transcribed to play on her violin and now was stuck in her head. If only she could see her mother again to tell her how she loved her, or her father so that she could ask him why he did not allow her and Andrei to wed before her love was killed... these thoughts ran through her mind as a tear streaked down her face. The humming slowed and stopped, until Nadine's head was in her hands, and she was weeping.
Now she sat on the beach, letting the warm sand run between her toes. It was a glorious feeling, to be out of socks and shoes, with her breeches rolled up to her thighs, free to do as she pleased. That was something else that bothered her about being on the mainland. She was a woman again, not an equal with an equal share; her father's adviser had seen to it that she was always in dresses and always inside. After years and years of piracy and a life without restrictions, a limited life was suffocating.
Now she hummed one of her favorite songs, something her mother had taught her when she was still very young and did not know much about the world. It was a sweet French tune, something that she had transcribed to play on her violin and now was stuck in her head. If only she could see her mother again to tell her how she loved her, or her father so that she could ask him why he did not allow her and Andrei to wed before her love was killed... these thoughts ran through her mind as a tear streaked down her face. The humming slowed and stopped, until Nadine's head was in her hands, and she was weeping.
