What’s that? You want to know what I’m writing? Well, fine:
Talice fled through the forest to her favored spot, weeping.
I’ve screwed everything up, it’s all gone to smash!
She sought and found her favored place: an abandoned arbour with a small pavillion containing small wooden benches. Dropping onto one, she lowered her face to the smooth wooden surface, sobbing.
“Why, why, why! Why do I have to be so stupid! Why can’t I just keep my head about me and be normal?”
She continued crying, pounding her fists into the bench, her words becoming more incoherent.
Her head snapped up, and sniffling, she scrubbed her face with her hands. Blinking furiously, she was able to make out Droman entering into her arbour. How dare he! After what he said and what she did! Her tears threatened to start again as she rose to meet the intruder.
Droman paused, noting her red nose and blotchy pink eyes. Then he said softly,
“Talice, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pressed you like I did, and made you react. I’m truly sorry, but if you aren’t ready to forgive me, I understand. But-”
Talice held her hand up.
“Stop. I… I’m sorry. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have reacted that way. Forgive me.”
Talice moved in till she was no more than two feet away.
“Please,” she whispered, stretching her hands out to him, her eyes searching his face.
The sincere pleading in her face made him smile. He couldn’t help but take her hands and softly kiss her upturned forehead. Pulling back a little, he asked
“Of course I will, but do you forgive me?”
Talice, smiled, dipping her head in consent. The she sniffled.
Droman laughed, handing her a handkerchief he pulled from somewhere or other. She smiled gratefully, then proceeded to wipe her face thoroughly.
A chill breeze wafted through the trees, stirring Talice’s long brown loose curls, swirling her purple gown around her legs, making her shiver. Droman, quickly taking his long green coat from his shoulders and wrapping it around her small frame, led her to the bench where she had been weeping not five minutes previous. They sat, together. Silent. Keeping their thoughts to themselves. After a time, neither knew if it was long or short, Droman put his arm around the slight form of his daughter and she laid against his chest. They remained like that for several more moments, when Droman stirred.
“Come Tali, it is time we go in,” He said softly, only to look down and realize she was asleep. He swooped her into his arms and made the walk to their home, a large stone mansion which father and daughter shared alone.
I have more, but Suki suggested I do it in installments and post it as I go (I will post updates to this page as well), which I think is fairly brilliant.
Here you go! Enjoy. 🙂
Droman entered the large wooden doors into the sitting room, where a young man sat by the fire. Droman started. “Still here?” He said with surprise.
The young man rose to face him. “Yes. And where is Talice?”
“Asleep. Poor thing. She was completely exhausted.”
“Yes, poor thing is right. What were you thinking, driving her to act that way? Did you think you could really just ask her such a personal question like that and expect her to give an immediate answer? Without reacting? Really sir. If I may be so bold-”
“That’s enough. I know what I did was wrong without you barging in acting like you’re her father. In fact, last I checked, I was. Now, don’t you think you’ve been away from your own bed long enough?” Droman gestured to the door.
The man nodded curtly, rose, and bidding goodnight, departed.
Droman sighed, dropping into an armchair. He put his hand to his head and remained motionless, thinking to himself.
How long he had sat like that, he didn’t know. After a time, he heard a soft step at the doorway. Raising his head, he beheld his daughter, still in her purple gown.
“I thought you were sleeping,” He said softly, rising from his chair.
“I was, but I woke to the call of nature, then remembered I hadn’t said goodbye to- well, you know who.”
“So you came down to see if he was still here?”
She smiled “No, I actually came down to make sure he was gone. I wanted to talk to you.”
She sighed. “I want to talk about tonight. I wanted to apologize for my reaction this evening. I know I should have been more mature. Please forgive me.”
“Darling, I should be the one apologizing. I should not have spoken to you in that way.”
“No, I understand now. I shouldn’t have been that impulsive and opinionated. We should have thought about it first. He- Michael – should not have responded to you in that way either. I am going to tell him not to return. If he can’t respect your word, I can’t respect him.”
“Thank you for taking initiative with that dear. I would have told you that same thing, but it appears I have taught you well.”
Droman took his daughter in his arms and pressed her to his chest.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, papa.”
He released her and looked her over.
“I can’t believe my little girl is all grown up. I am sorry you haven’t had a mother these last few years. I know I cannot replace her tender love. Now, dear girl, let us go to our poor neglected beds.”
“I agree. See you tomorrow.”
Thus saying, the parted ways and went to bed.
Here is the third installment of my plotless story.
Early the next morning, Talice rose, dressed herself in her green woolen gown, and tied back her long brown tresses. Then she gathered her journal and the book she had been reading and returned to the arbour she had run to the previous night. Her mother’s arbor. She sat on the same bench on which she had thrown herself mere hours before. Now she sat, peaceful. She opened her journal and read her entries from the last several days. She was a little disgusted with herself, and turned to an empty leaf and began writing.
What a fool I’ve been. I should have listened to my father. Now I have learned a lesson that was far too long in coming. Last night, Michael came over. He wanted to convince my father to let me go to Farine with the set. Of course my father refused. Then I began begging him. Then he said quite sharply, the sharpest I’ve ever heard him speak to me, “NO! And don’t speak another word about it.” Then, if that wasn’t enough, I got Michael to beg for me. As if I hadn’t humiliated myself enough already. Of course Daddy said no again, then Michael started mouthing off! He began badmouthing my father in front of him. Then, as though enough hadn’t happened to make me get in trouble for a week, I started, my own father. Of course, he snapped at me again, and I fled out of the room crying. Anyway, daddy found me, and apologized, and then I fell asleep. Then I apologized to him, and we’re all good now, and now I know why he never wanted me to go with Michael. Now I am determined to listen to his council, for I have found time and again that he is right.
Talice stopped writing there, and picked up her book. Then she put it down and stood, listening. It sounded like someone walking up the main gravel path in the garden. She knew her father usually was returning to the house at this point, so she smiled, pleased and surprised, and ran out. Then, upon beholding a stranger, she stopped rather suddenly. The young man, smartly dressed, turned.
I was going to wait until later this week, but y’all convinced me. Enjoy!
Archer had had a very trying morning. All morning he’d been looking for his new tutor, Droman Kindace. He first went to the town, thinking he’d find him there, but no, everyone he met said he lived in the country. Great. He thought. He’s some old hermit, living by himself. However, he continued. After a long while of asking for directions and looking for himself, he finally found the stately old house. Upon reaching it, he knocked on the great wooden door. The housekeeper opened it and told him The Master would be on his morning stroll through the gardens at this hour, and pointed him in the right direction. He somewhat grumpily stalked off, just barely taking in the beauty that surrounded him. Upon finding the wide gravel path, he began walking it, and had been only for a short time before he heard someone running across the gravel. Before he turned around, whoever it was had already stopped. Finally turning, thinking it would be his tutor, he stopped. Completely dumbfounded, he simply stared. The girl before stared back, blinking rapidly, obviously confused. Then, recovering herself, she stuck her hand out and introduced herself.
“My name is Talice Kindace. May I help you?”
He automatically shook. Kindace. Daughter? Must be. Too young to be a wife. Oh. His name. Why was he so flustered? Girls never flustered him.
“Oh, uh, my name is Archer. Archer Fisher. I’m looking for Droman Kindace. He is my new tutor.”
“My father? He should be returning to the house by now. Come. Have you eaten yet?”
“Oh. Uh, no. No, I haven’t.”
Talice smiled warmly. “Well then, Mr. Fisher, may I invite you to break your fast with us?”
Archer smiled back and nodded, then remembered his manners and offered Talice his arm. They walked the short distance to the house, asking basic conversation questions of each other. Upon reaching the house, they saw Droman standing in the window, smiling. He came to the door as they reached it, and greeted Archer warmly.
“Ah, Archer, I was wondering what had become of you. I’m sure you will join us at the table? Then we will begin our lesson.”
Together they went to the dining room, and proceeded to have a lively discussion while eating heartily.
Here is the fifth and final installment in this strange story that for some reason you people like.
Pushing his chair from the table, Droman addressed Archer. “Well now, young man. Shall we begin? I assume you brought those books of yours that have been giving you trouble. Come, let us retire to the library to begin our study. Talice, will you be joining us?”
Startled, Talice stammered, “I-I don’t know father. I don’t normally. Would you prefer me to? Archer-Mr. Fisher, would you mind?”
Her father nodded, and Archer replied, “No, not at all.”
Talice smiled and stood. “Well then, I will.”
“Talice, will you lead the way? Young Archer, would you accompany her?” Droman looked a little mischievously at his daughter, who shook her head at him, then smiled at Archer, taking his offered arm.
“You can call me Archer, Miss Kindace.”
“Then you can call me Talice.” She told him nicely.
Upon reaching the library, they began the study, and continued to do so till lunch. Finally, Droman addressed the little group.
“I say, shall we go eat lunch? I am quite hungry.”
Archer and Talice looked at each other, laughing.
“Of course, papa, I had not realised it was quite so late!” Talice smiled at her father, then took his arm on the way back to the table. Upon reaching it, they found the food not spread on the table, but rather packed nicely in baskets, with a blanket on top.
“Oh, papa! Are we really going to picnic?”
“Yes, my pet. Run ahead with John and get it ready for us.”
John, the butler, came forward and took the two baskets. Talice took the blanket and practically ran out of the room.
“Now Archer. You and me shall follow suit in just a few moments. We want to give her time to get it just so.”
“Yes, sir. Is there something you wanted to ask me?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, there is. I wanted to ask you to be a careful friend of my daughter. She is still recovering from her mother’s death and still does not go out much. Her most recent set of friends has somewhat abandoned her, as of last night, so please be kind. But please, not too kind, lest she get the wrong idea.”
“Yes, sir. It will be a pleasure. How old is Talice?”
“Eighteen last month. And you are nearly twenty-one, I believe?”
“Come now, let us join my daughter.”