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Date Posted: 07:26:32 06/01/01 Fri
In reply to:
Nessa
's message, "Friendship or Enemy..." on 14:56:37 05/31/01 Thu
Burgoo had come to her, and asked her to take up the position of slave trainer to the House Du'Mont. A generous offer..that she had at first refused.
She should have known..oh yes..that such things would turn out badly, but with Ciros absence..solitude weighed heavy upon her, and she longed for something to do.
That had been the reason she had accepted..that..and she thought perhaps, now that Moon was gone, she might be able to claim her rightful place as Burgoos wife. She was as great a fool as she had always been, and Cynessa had only reminded her of it.
Still, she had tried, to make a go of it..but in her three visits with Cynessa, each time, she had brought the pregnant woman to a rage. Not really intentional, in truth, she had wanted no more than acceptance.
She was ill equipped to come off well in the presence of any nobility however, and it scathed her to realize that she wasnt any more accepted now, than she had been with Moon.
She might have stayed anyway, her stubborn determination there to claim her place..but even she, would not inflict more harm upon an unborn child.
The last day, was hard on her. She had lifted her chin, taken a deep breath, and forced that flashed grin on her tiers, to enter the chateau, and act as if she belonged there. It was prudent that she left when she did, that no blood was spilled. Cynessa detested and feared her presence there..it was thick in the air between them.
Later, the same day, when she had seen Cynessa in the market..she had not been angry at the woman. Quite the contrary, she understood her better than the woman thought. She was deeply hurt at the rejection, although she did not show it, and grieving again the loss of Willow and now Ciro. Her presence again, had the worst effect upon the pregnant woman, and Cynessa beame ill. That had scared her..deeply, that she would be the cause of yet another childs death. She knew then, that the only thing she could do, was what she had done before. Leave.
Nessa was turned over to the capable hands of Lena, and Cricket watched them depart. Noone would know the weight she carried on her shoulders, as the miles back out of town were traversed.
Her life was drawing to a close, that knowledge had draped around her like a cloak, and she embraced it, weary of being alone, weary of being rejected.
Still, some part of her wanted to survive..for that was what she was, a survivor, and so it was that the days would pass in a blur of one after the other, and she would travel back and forth from town to Ciros, always hoping that he might return, and when in town, avoiding the Chateau, and those within it
"So Prospers still, the diplomatic art, and Satan bows, with hand upon his heart"
Cricket DeLaRogue
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