Post by Brigid Eydis on Aug 4, 2016 22:28:04 GMT -6
The minds of Echar were understandably occupied over the recent weeks. The Queen's condition was not a particularly well-kept secret, though most of the common folk did not know the true extent of their regent's illness. To let on the truly precarious nature of the Queen’s health would be reckless, particularly given the rising tensions throughout Destina. Echar had thankfully remained untouched by the burgeoning war. Brigid quite hoped it would remain that way, but even so, it did not mean that the faerie people were not touched by the stress that rippled throughout the land.
There were good and bad aspects to her mother’s illness. Brigid would do anything to make her mother well, even if it meant sacrificing her own life. However, the palace had been thrown into chaos in an attempt to prepare for what they knew was the inevitable. Things were made even busier with the task of tending to the ailing Queen. Though there was nothing anyone could do to save her, every attempt was being made to make the Queen as comfortable as possible in what may be her final days. This ultimately meant that people were too busy to notice when Brigid slipped out on her own. Of course, if it were not for her mother’s impending death, Brigid would not need a break from Nannie, for, underneath discussion of the Queen, was the discussion of what would need to come next. Brigid's coronation.
Anyone who knew Brigid intimately knew that she had never harboured any desires to rule Echar. If she had the choice she would have preferred a more subdued, quiet life. Of course, her high birth meant that was simply not possible. When her mother passed on, she would need to take the throne.
It had been some time since Brigid had been able to leave the castle unescorted, let alone Nannie. It was a much-needed respite from the chaos that had become her day to day life. In an effort to not draw attention she had dressed as plainly as possible, her dress was made of airy, pale blue linen — not unlike the colour of her eyes. Her chestnut hair fell loose around her shoulders, with some tendrils braided away from her face as not to obscure her view. She had found a quiet spot that looked out over the glimmering city of Tindel, far away from the hustle and bustle that came in the center of town. She desperately needed the fresh air and change of scenery.
Brigid leaned against the delicately carved marble railing of her newfound lookout, glad to be away from the increasingly cramped castle, and from the pitying looks and premature condolences.
There were good and bad aspects to her mother’s illness. Brigid would do anything to make her mother well, even if it meant sacrificing her own life. However, the palace had been thrown into chaos in an attempt to prepare for what they knew was the inevitable. Things were made even busier with the task of tending to the ailing Queen. Though there was nothing anyone could do to save her, every attempt was being made to make the Queen as comfortable as possible in what may be her final days. This ultimately meant that people were too busy to notice when Brigid slipped out on her own. Of course, if it were not for her mother’s impending death, Brigid would not need a break from Nannie, for, underneath discussion of the Queen, was the discussion of what would need to come next. Brigid's coronation.
Anyone who knew Brigid intimately knew that she had never harboured any desires to rule Echar. If she had the choice she would have preferred a more subdued, quiet life. Of course, her high birth meant that was simply not possible. When her mother passed on, she would need to take the throne.
It had been some time since Brigid had been able to leave the castle unescorted, let alone Nannie. It was a much-needed respite from the chaos that had become her day to day life. In an effort to not draw attention she had dressed as plainly as possible, her dress was made of airy, pale blue linen — not unlike the colour of her eyes. Her chestnut hair fell loose around her shoulders, with some tendrils braided away from her face as not to obscure her view. She had found a quiet spot that looked out over the glimmering city of Tindel, far away from the hustle and bustle that came in the center of town. She desperately needed the fresh air and change of scenery.
Brigid leaned against the delicately carved marble railing of her newfound lookout, glad to be away from the increasingly cramped castle, and from the pitying looks and premature condolences.
