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Mar. 29th, 2010 08:48 pm[Filter: Private, in Atsirian]
This was once such a joyous time, for Cleraine.
I can recall clinging to my mother's hand as crowds swelled at the gates, testing themselves in the new spring sun while they waited for admittance. I would squint my eyes and fidget until she gave my fingers a squeeze, and then I would still myself so that she would not be displeased. I think she was always a little embarassed by the fervor the city celebrated her day with. We would stand there and watch them from beneath the shade of palm branches and paper parasols, and mother would smile and wave and exchange pleasantries with a lucky few. Simply to show her appreciation.
The last time I saw my mother in life, it was because she had come to Razen to swear an oath to serve an office that should have always been hers.
All of Atsiria should be mourning.
This was once such a joyous time, for Cleraine.
I can recall clinging to my mother's hand as crowds swelled at the gates, testing themselves in the new spring sun while they waited for admittance. I would squint my eyes and fidget until she gave my fingers a squeeze, and then I would still myself so that she would not be displeased. I think she was always a little embarassed by the fervor the city celebrated her day with. We would stand there and watch them from beneath the shade of palm branches and paper parasols, and mother would smile and wave and exchange pleasantries with a lucky few. Simply to show her appreciation.
The last time I saw my mother in life, it was because she had come to Razen to swear an oath to serve an office that should have always been hers.
All of Atsiria should be mourning.
