Post by Lydia Varden on Sept 3, 2012 19:17:49 GMT -5
who do you think you are
collecting your jar of hearts
[style=width: 380px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; height: 280px; padding: 10px;]Though winter had faded into spring, the war still raged throughout Faeryn. Even in the midst of a bloody war, the sound of laughter echoed through the bed chamber of Hrothgard's King and Queen. The sound was light and girlish and, as Arya continued to laugh, Lydia couldn't help but smile. "You're too silly for your own good," the young queen said, watching with her vivid green eyes as the one year old pushed herself to her feet once more. This time, instead of falling back onto her behind, she managed to walk the short distance between her and her mother.
Practically falling against her in laughter, Arya giggled and Lydia couldn't help but wrap her arms around the child. Holding her close for a moment, she couldn't help but sight and take in Arya's sweet scent. "You're growing up too fast, Arya..." She held her close, even as Arya grew impatient and started to squirm in her arms. Giving in, Lydia released her and watched as she crawled across the floor only to use the side of her mother's vanity to pull herself to her feet.
Standing on her toes and using the vanity for balance, the blond haired child reached up and felt around before grabbing onto the handle of Lydia's ornate hair brush. It was heavy for the tot, but when she turned around with it in her hands, there was a devilishly gleam in her green eyes. Lydia had never seen such a troublesome, yet adorable child.
It wasn't exactly customary for a queen to sit upon the floor, but Lydia was alone with her daughter. With her auburn curls flowing gracefully down her back, Lydia wore a green dress, the sleeves of which hung down off of her shoulders. The smile on Lydia's face grew brighter as she watcher her beautiful daughter observe the hairbrush with such intensity that her brows furrowed together.
Getting to her feet as well, Lydia sat upon the window seat, peering out the window at the grounds bellow. Guests were arriving for the party being held in honor of Princess Arya's first birthday and she knew that, soon enough, they would have to make her entrance. Slender brows knitting together, Lydia leaned forward, seeing a man that she didn't quite recognize. He was well dressed and didn't look at all out of place, but something about him drew her attention and sent a shiver down her spine. She was so focused on the man that the sound of a crash caused her to jump, her heart practically in her throat.
"Uh-oh," came the sound of Arya's tiny voice as her mother rushed toward her. While Lydia wasn't looking, she had managed to knock her hand mirror off of the vanity. Shards of glass littered to floor and Lydia acted quickly and lifted her daughter off of the floor so she wouldn't cut herself. "Uh-oh is right..." Lydia said, letting out a sigh looking down at the mess. She had been fond of that mirror.
[/style]Practically falling against her in laughter, Arya giggled and Lydia couldn't help but wrap her arms around the child. Holding her close for a moment, she couldn't help but sight and take in Arya's sweet scent. "You're growing up too fast, Arya..." She held her close, even as Arya grew impatient and started to squirm in her arms. Giving in, Lydia released her and watched as she crawled across the floor only to use the side of her mother's vanity to pull herself to her feet.
Standing on her toes and using the vanity for balance, the blond haired child reached up and felt around before grabbing onto the handle of Lydia's ornate hair brush. It was heavy for the tot, but when she turned around with it in her hands, there was a devilishly gleam in her green eyes. Lydia had never seen such a troublesome, yet adorable child.
It wasn't exactly customary for a queen to sit upon the floor, but Lydia was alone with her daughter. With her auburn curls flowing gracefully down her back, Lydia wore a green dress, the sleeves of which hung down off of her shoulders. The smile on Lydia's face grew brighter as she watcher her beautiful daughter observe the hairbrush with such intensity that her brows furrowed together.
Getting to her feet as well, Lydia sat upon the window seat, peering out the window at the grounds bellow. Guests were arriving for the party being held in honor of Princess Arya's first birthday and she knew that, soon enough, they would have to make her entrance. Slender brows knitting together, Lydia leaned forward, seeing a man that she didn't quite recognize. He was well dressed and didn't look at all out of place, but something about him drew her attention and sent a shiver down her spine. She was so focused on the man that the sound of a crash caused her to jump, her heart practically in her throat.
"Uh-oh," came the sound of Arya's tiny voice as her mother rushed toward her. While Lydia wasn't looking, she had managed to knock her hand mirror off of the vanity. Shards of glass littered to floor and Lydia acted quickly and lifted her daughter off of the floor so she wouldn't cut herself. "Uh-oh is right..." Lydia said, letting out a sigh looking down at the mess. She had been fond of that mirror.