Leofrine's eyes glazed the sky above her. It wasn't often that she was able to escape the clutches of the old building that was her uncles home. Wonderfully they were once again out of bread...wonderfully...that may seen odd a statement to a regular household but to Leofrine it was a ticket to freedom. Freedom was of immense value to the unfortunate girl. She rarely escaped the building except for the brief periods she was allowed to walk the yard and sneak out upon the roof top. Her skin was of a smooth tan like that of a extremely fine grain and her hair of a rich caramel. It swayed as she made her way through the streets of Snowborne with the large basket she was holding low to her side. The wood scratched and picked at the simple fabric of her red dress. Those men that she passed would replace there caps and helmets as she went by them saying,
"Evenin' Miss DuWar." And she would return with,
"Same tah yah sir. Don' let meh trouble yah." The men would smile heartily and she would hear the faint whistle escape there lips as she continued. She was of extravagant beauty for such a young age. She knew it too. Leofrine would laugh softly to herself over the men's gushing. This was not out of arrogance though, for Leofrine rarely heard any kind thing in her home from her uncle and his servants so she treasured each compliment.
When finally she made it to the market she would always stroke the cat perched atop the post by the entrance. It would purr loudly and launch itself swiftly in front of her as she entered the shop. Her fingers rolled down the edges of the wooden shelves until she found the items she seeked. Going to the counter she would give the lady a warm smile saying,
"Ye be lovely this evenin' miss." And the lady would return,
"Thank yah lass, and you are as pretty as a flower today. Why haven't I seen yah in so long."
"Been busy with work in meh uncle's house miss." Leofrine would answer as her head would fall to the direction of the floor. Leofrine could sense the pitying gaze of the woman. She hated lying and she hated their pitying looks. The lady had been nothing but kind to her but her uncle would punish her if she said a word of her being kept somewhat prisoner in his house and she wanted to be strong. The lady would hold out her hand to Leofrine and she would place the money in her palm.
"Ye be having a good day now miss Leofrine. Yah here?" She would say as Leofrine shuffled to the door.
"Yes mam." Leofrine would return with a forced smile.
The door would click loudly behind her as she stepped out upon the lawn. She looked up at the clouds once more and had her footing half back in motion when the call of a boys voice would be heard. At another moments notice the basket would be dangling in the air with Leofrine herself. Before her was a boy of sixteen with his hands lovingly around her waist. His glimmering smile bathing her in a happiness she would never have seen otherwise. He carried her to a tree, stopping a moment to let her place the basket by the trunk. Adjusting his grip he would raise her so that her feet could sit atop a large root at the trees base. His hands strumming lovingly through her caramel curls, his lips would collide with hers. Her eyes fluttered as his face would press against hers before closing a moment.
As soon as she opened them she would find the boy staring amusedly at her.
"Hello." She would say simply through her blushing.
"Fairest be the rose that a man holds in his grasp, m'lady." He would answer as always. As always...
This was the only boy Lynxy would love so far...a boy who was unafraid of the wrath of her uncle... The only boy who dared to...sneaking in the middle of the night to toss stones at her window until she peeked out. They spoke in codes such as:
-Red be the mask-Our love is of many sky's
-Horses hooves upon the stars lead a weary man- Let me help you down and we will run away.
-The trumpet sounds at sunrise- Uncle is coming! Hide!
-Fox's tail swings curiously- sneak a letter to me
-Grace me with doves wings-Fairest be the rose that a man holds in his grasp, m'lady.
Her uncle would find him out eventually and send him away. Even through her yells and tears he would not listen. She loved that boy...he looked at her once as he left Snowborne. That smile once more upon his face yet obviously tormented by pain, he would call out to her,
"Fairest be the rose that a man holds in his grasp, m'lady. We shall find one another once again. Whether by sea's breath or stars light I shall come for you."
((((I'm considering havering someone play the part of her long lost lover....maybe...I don't know yet))))
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