Victorique looked around her home, her younger brother played with expertly crafted toys on the floor and her father sat reading a book by the fire. She had given them a better life and one that they deserved. She should have been happy, so why wasn't she?Â
"What's wrong dear?" her father asked, as father's are wont to do when they see their daughters pacing like Victorique. She smiled weakly "Nothing father, I'm just thinking."Â
Her father placed his bookmark in between the thick pages of his book and set it down carefully on the table in front of him. "You're so much like your mother Victorique. She couldn't sit still either." Victorique smiled at him in earnest, tears welling in her eyes. "You see, when your mother finally settled down with me she was restless. Always pacing and trying to occupy herself. She even tried to learn to sew, tried her garments out on me... Can you imagine your mother sewing?! I swear I have more pin pricks than actual wounds!" They laughed together, but that brief respite from her troubles was far too fleeting. It was true that Victorique had what she wanted now, she had become a full fledged bard and given her family a home and a place in the world. They became respected members of society and felt the pride flow through them. Victorique chided herself, That should have been enough! she thought.  What more could I possibly want? I have everything... But Victorique didn't have everything, although you could hardly say she knew that she wanted it until now.
On her adventures she had come across many things, great cities and fearsome enemies. she had formed unbreakable bonds with her friends and would always keep them close to her heart. Victorique had also come across so many wonderful people who had managed to find love, even in the choas of the Seventh Umbral Era. She hadn't realised it at first but Victorique was somewhat envious of these people. As a Duskwight she had always face a sort of prejudice, though she always found solace with her Free Company and the people that looked past her appearance. Despite the solace though she was never able to form any romantic bonds.Â
Victorique now realised that being like her mother was not simply becoming a bard, but settling down and perhaps being a mother herself one day...
"What's wrong dear?" her father asked, as father's are wont to do when they see their daughters pacing like Victorique. She smiled weakly "Nothing father, I'm just thinking."Â
Her father placed his bookmark in between the thick pages of his book and set it down carefully on the table in front of him. "You're so much like your mother Victorique. She couldn't sit still either." Victorique smiled at him in earnest, tears welling in her eyes. "You see, when your mother finally settled down with me she was restless. Always pacing and trying to occupy herself. She even tried to learn to sew, tried her garments out on me... Can you imagine your mother sewing?! I swear I have more pin pricks than actual wounds!" They laughed together, but that brief respite from her troubles was far too fleeting. It was true that Victorique had what she wanted now, she had become a full fledged bard and given her family a home and a place in the world. They became respected members of society and felt the pride flow through them. Victorique chided herself, That should have been enough! she thought.  What more could I possibly want? I have everything... But Victorique didn't have everything, although you could hardly say she knew that she wanted it until now.
On her adventures she had come across many things, great cities and fearsome enemies. she had formed unbreakable bonds with her friends and would always keep them close to her heart. Victorique had also come across so many wonderful people who had managed to find love, even in the choas of the Seventh Umbral Era. She hadn't realised it at first but Victorique was somewhat envious of these people. As a Duskwight she had always face a sort of prejudice, though she always found solace with her Free Company and the people that looked past her appearance. Despite the solace though she was never able to form any romantic bonds.Â
Victorique now realised that being like her mother was not simply becoming a bard, but settling down and perhaps being a mother herself one day...
My characters: Seraphine Arceneaux
