Post by Serenity on Aug 6, 2011 4:01:59 GMT -5
Having to use what little money she had traveling this far, Serenity was forced to live in a shack like home near the end of town next to a larger abandoned building. It was the best the council could do for her apparently. Nevertheless, she would suck it up and make the best of it as she continued her work.
The inside was filled with dust, webs, and various unmentionables about. There was just enough room for a kitchen, a place to eat and bedroom which took up about half the space of the entire shack.
The inside was filled with dust, webs, and various unmentionables about. There was just enough room for a kitchen, a place to eat and bedroom which took up about half the space of the entire shack.
Serenity's Nobility:
Her manor was like many in the upper class sector of Highever, magnificently white with three stories, a garden that painted the entrance, and servants in black of various races to serve the house and her guests.
Her father, Lord Victor Howle was one of ten judges that ruled over Highever and her affairs. They also held court as one would expect given their title, but only the most severe cases would force them all to attend. In most cases only one judge would hold a session for simple things such as theft or murder among peasants.
Serenity never took interest in her father's work, as she got older, as a child she was only mildly interested before something snatched her attention away. Then she never gave it another thought until it felt like bothering her again. Her attention, like any child, was quick to flee from one interest to the next in a heartbeat which proved to be a difficulty her professors had to deal with in her early lessons.
After her mother died, the little girl was cared for by the staff for most of her life, in particular by an elderly woman named Madame Ratignolle. She usually wore black or other darker shades and always had her grey hair in a knot. Serenity thought she was a rather dull woman, but was forced to put up with her most of the time. In time, she also learned to respect her as aside from her father. The old nanny was the only other living being brave enough to scold her in the manor and did not shy away from hitting her behind with a paddle.
Serenity hated her, and most of the time demanded she be put away or fired while asking someone to play with her until she became bored. To her dismay, Lord Howle never got rid of her, which somewhere down the line the little girl would be thankful for.
"Hold still child,"
"No, I want to go outside!"
"You wanted me to fix your hair little girl, now sit." the old nan said with a sharpened 'T' at the end.
Serenity had stood up from the stool and faced her when she made the demand, making a pouting face while doing so. Doing something that seemed to be a snarl, Serenity stomped back into her seat and allowed the old woman's hands into her hair, still making a face.
"You're taking too long!"
"Silence, I won't have you screaming indoors, its not lady like."
"I don't care, you're still taking too long."
"Do you want me to cut your hair then? So you can run out and be like a boy, playing in the mud."
"Would it make you go faster?"
Ratignolle smacked the top of Serenity's head, making the little girl give a quick cry of pain.
"I will allow no such thing, what would your father think?"
"That you're a wench and deserve to be put out on the streets!"
The nanny smacked her head harder this time, causing Serenity to wince and nearly shed a tear. The old woman kept a straight face, her wrinkles not crunching up for a moment while dealing with the noble child's nonsense, her eyes showed no sign of emotion looking straight upon the head of curling long hair. Her old age gave her a slight sag in her cheeks that made her mouth look smaller than it really was.
There was a time when some of the staff got into the habit of calling her "The Bulldog Nanny," but she quickly put a stop to it by bringing it up with the head of the house.
"Where did you learn such language young lady?" Serenity couldn't see her face, but a slight chill went down her spine. If there was anything her nan hated most, was when she used vulgar that better suits common tongues. The tone that came with that question was like a blade being put at her neck.
"N-no where, I was just teasing, forget I said it."
"Young ladies of your standing don't speak like street rats. Would you want your father to learn of this?"
"No! Father doesn't have to know, I demand you tell him nothing."
"Your father is the only one who commands me, young lady," she pulled at the little girl's head, slightly hard, to finish the curl, "And don't you forget it."
Her father, Lord Victor Howle was one of ten judges that ruled over Highever and her affairs. They also held court as one would expect given their title, but only the most severe cases would force them all to attend. In most cases only one judge would hold a session for simple things such as theft or murder among peasants.
Serenity never took interest in her father's work, as she got older, as a child she was only mildly interested before something snatched her attention away. Then she never gave it another thought until it felt like bothering her again. Her attention, like any child, was quick to flee from one interest to the next in a heartbeat which proved to be a difficulty her professors had to deal with in her early lessons.
After her mother died, the little girl was cared for by the staff for most of her life, in particular by an elderly woman named Madame Ratignolle. She usually wore black or other darker shades and always had her grey hair in a knot. Serenity thought she was a rather dull woman, but was forced to put up with her most of the time. In time, she also learned to respect her as aside from her father. The old nanny was the only other living being brave enough to scold her in the manor and did not shy away from hitting her behind with a paddle.
Serenity hated her, and most of the time demanded she be put away or fired while asking someone to play with her until she became bored. To her dismay, Lord Howle never got rid of her, which somewhere down the line the little girl would be thankful for.
"Hold still child,"
"No, I want to go outside!"
"You wanted me to fix your hair little girl, now sit." the old nan said with a sharpened 'T' at the end.
Serenity had stood up from the stool and faced her when she made the demand, making a pouting face while doing so. Doing something that seemed to be a snarl, Serenity stomped back into her seat and allowed the old woman's hands into her hair, still making a face.
"You're taking too long!"
"Silence, I won't have you screaming indoors, its not lady like."
"I don't care, you're still taking too long."
"Do you want me to cut your hair then? So you can run out and be like a boy, playing in the mud."
"Would it make you go faster?"
Ratignolle smacked the top of Serenity's head, making the little girl give a quick cry of pain.
"I will allow no such thing, what would your father think?"
"That you're a wench and deserve to be put out on the streets!"
The nanny smacked her head harder this time, causing Serenity to wince and nearly shed a tear. The old woman kept a straight face, her wrinkles not crunching up for a moment while dealing with the noble child's nonsense, her eyes showed no sign of emotion looking straight upon the head of curling long hair. Her old age gave her a slight sag in her cheeks that made her mouth look smaller than it really was.
There was a time when some of the staff got into the habit of calling her "The Bulldog Nanny," but she quickly put a stop to it by bringing it up with the head of the house.
"Where did you learn such language young lady?" Serenity couldn't see her face, but a slight chill went down her spine. If there was anything her nan hated most, was when she used vulgar that better suits common tongues. The tone that came with that question was like a blade being put at her neck.
"N-no where, I was just teasing, forget I said it."
"Young ladies of your standing don't speak like street rats. Would you want your father to learn of this?"
"No! Father doesn't have to know, I demand you tell him nothing."
"Your father is the only one who commands me, young lady," she pulled at the little girl's head, slightly hard, to finish the curl, "And don't you forget it."
