06.Oct.13, 08:04 PM
There was so much to see and do at Telgar. It was much, much larger than Coralaese was used to. Hallways of the hold seemed to stretch and branch in an endless maze. One hallway often looked the same as the next that had her lost more than once. Those events always left her flushed and breathless, fearing she was in some area she shouldn’t be in. It was overwhelming after having lived in one small hold her entire life. Her unintended explorations didn’t always end badly. She had found the Archives and had already spent some lovely hours there. Rows and rows of bookshelves with more books than she could ever read or had ever seen before. Many were beyond her ability to understand and some were rather dry records of Telgar’s history. Other though transporting her to places and times she could hardly believe existed. She would have spent all her time there, except she hadn’t been sent all the way to Telgar simply to enjoy the library.
Spring had taken a firm hold, melting the last remaining pockets of snow to nourish new growth. Brown grass and muddy fields had been transformed into carpets of bright green. Brushes and tress were cloak in sweet smelling blossoms. Fields were plowed and planted, rows of pale green shoots making nearly perfect lines against the brown earth. Vegetation wasn’t the only new life. Calves and foals frolicked with the exuberance only youth could offer around their mothers, who grazed and watched them with a patient gaze. It was her favorite time of year. Everything was bursting with new life after the long winter. She couldn’t imagine anyone being gloomy at this time of year, there was simply too much to be happy about. Even with the nagging weight of the task of finding a husband she could not sulk. Today was the perfect opportunity to explore outside the Hold.
Coralaese had shunned her heavy winter attire, opting instead for something light and breathable. Her skirt was a bright blue to rival the clear springs sky which was marred only by billowing white clouds. Her mustard yellow shirt was an unfortunate choice that should have been put out of its misery long ago. She resisted the girlish urge to skip along the garden path. Ladies did not skip. Her smile though could not be suppressed as she wandered past bushes and trees so laden with flowers that their branches sagged beneath the weight. She paused before a flower bed, the perfume of the blooms mixing with the damp earthy scent of freshly turned soiled. Bending she cupped a pink blossom against her hand, guiding it toward her nose as she inhaled it’s sweet, heading aroma. There truly was no better time to be alive.
Spring had taken a firm hold, melting the last remaining pockets of snow to nourish new growth. Brown grass and muddy fields had been transformed into carpets of bright green. Brushes and tress were cloak in sweet smelling blossoms. Fields were plowed and planted, rows of pale green shoots making nearly perfect lines against the brown earth. Vegetation wasn’t the only new life. Calves and foals frolicked with the exuberance only youth could offer around their mothers, who grazed and watched them with a patient gaze. It was her favorite time of year. Everything was bursting with new life after the long winter. She couldn’t imagine anyone being gloomy at this time of year, there was simply too much to be happy about. Even with the nagging weight of the task of finding a husband she could not sulk. Today was the perfect opportunity to explore outside the Hold.
Coralaese had shunned her heavy winter attire, opting instead for something light and breathable. Her skirt was a bright blue to rival the clear springs sky which was marred only by billowing white clouds. Her mustard yellow shirt was an unfortunate choice that should have been put out of its misery long ago. She resisted the girlish urge to skip along the garden path. Ladies did not skip. Her smile though could not be suppressed as she wandered past bushes and trees so laden with flowers that their branches sagged beneath the weight. She paused before a flower bed, the perfume of the blooms mixing with the damp earthy scent of freshly turned soiled. Bending she cupped a pink blossom against her hand, guiding it toward her nose as she inhaled it’s sweet, heading aroma. There truly was no better time to be alive.