Post by Vio on Oct 18, 2014 9:34:03 GMT -5
A small amount of time had passed, during which Gwynn Everett and her new found companion, Connie, had settled down in a local restaurant. Much to Byakuya's dismay, the tall and dark stallion was not allowed into the building where all the food was, but at least the establishment offered outdoor seating arrangements. A handful of wooden tables were surrounded by a small picket fence connected to the building, just outside of which the horse stood and munched contently upon the lush grasses that grew in this small patch.
"One spaghetti bolognese and one lasagna. Please enjoy your meals!" The waitress had said as she had delivered both meals to their table, the spaghetti bolognese for Connie and the lasagna for Gwynn. The choice had been very diverse, but the majority of the morsels on offer had tended to be on the hotter side of things. Not that it bothered either of them, with Connie seemingly unfamiliar with a good portion of the meals on offer and the dark knightess having already tried many of them at some point in her life. There was always an option.
It's good to have company... Miss Everett thought to herself as she softly chewed on a mouthful of her meal, unfazed by the heat of the meat and sauces that comprised it. Her deep orange hues gazed upon the little girl, analysing her and wondering exactly what this child had found herself going through. It felt like she had barely even scratched the surface, her woman's intuition and what little maternal instinct she possessed telling her that something was wrong. And yet, the girl with flowing blonde hair seemed so content and cheerful, as if she had not a care in the world.
If only life was as simple as she made it out to be... Casting back her mind into her own tragic past, the fiery-headed femme fully recalled countless little events that had turned her into the woman she was now. A complex mix of nature versus nurture. How her parents had raised her to be, how the environment around her had taught her, and how her own stubborn nature had guided her. Nearly, so very nearly, had she made a life for herself back home in Ilusia. But, all because of one event, such a life had been taken away from her. While it made her blood boil, she did not regret what she had done in retaliation. She may never have had the chance to explore the world. Never the chance to test herself like never before. Never would she have even met Connie.
"Hm? How is it, Connie?" Asked Gwynn, smiling towards the little princess as she watched her eat her meal in such an unusually refined manner. Very lady like. When Gwynn was that age, she was more likely to just wolf it down without too much care for table manners. Then again, this was the same orange-haired girl who hung around with the lower classes of the Ilusia Kingdom; just another one of the children born to the working classes without the prestige of the nobles who ran the place. It was not until she had become a stable-hand that she had been recognised for her talents, but even then she was still 'invisible' to most. Amongst her 'brothers and sisters', however, she had become either feared or respected. But that had not always been the case...
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"Ugh. Look. It's Gwynn. C'mon girls, let's go..." Commented a young blonde girl as she noticed a familiar figure moving down the street. A young girl with skin a dirty brown colour dressed in a dark blue and off-white smock, the hair on her head was a tangled mess of fiery orange curls that matched the tangerine hues of her eyes. This was a young Miss Everett, the daughter of a dock worker and a maid. Life had been tough during these times, having nobody to look after her during the day while both her mother and father were at work, trying to rake up enough coin to pay for all the essentials. It was not a bad life, but it certainly looked like it in comparison to the many rich and noble families that called this place home.
"Loser." Mumbled one of the trio of girls as they got up and walked away with their dolls. All of them higher on the ladder than Gwynn, even if only be a rung or two. But as far as they were concerned, that was enough to put their own standards above what the orangette could manage. With honey-coloured hues, she watched the girls walk away, all of them dressed in garments of better status than her own little smock. And rather than a doll in her hand, she simply carried a stick with which she scraped at the ground. She would rather leave her dolls at home, safe, than bring them out into the streets. It had happened before, just a week ago. She had carried a teddy bear with her, but one of the boys had snatched it off her and - after some toying around - had torn off its head...
Thought I'd do a small flashback to Gwynn's childhood, otherwise this post would have been very short. This will be part of a series of flashbacks that reveal additional details for some of Gwynn's present-day motives and beliefs.