5th of Summer 507 AV
It was around this time, four years back, that Lux had first tasted the coarse and clean cut of disownment. Tarnishing her, in audience of the entirety of the household at the present time, Lux was cast aside by a young boy; Whom in actuality (and under the circumstances) in nature, was in fact lower than Lux. Of course this was not to be aired by present persons, despite being immediately recognisable.
''I HATE YOU!'' He screamed, throwing the silk and gold embroidery of his throw-cushions at her, one by one in an everlasting torrent of fury. Raising from the arch of his chair, he stormed toward her one foot at a time, with a hollow and lifeless thud to each leather-clad placement. Lux had often viewed her master to be of a genetically kind temperament, in light of his mother and father (and various other associates.) Although, a trait she had not come to admire, nor acknowledge to her fault; was his temper was shorter than indeed himself. Being only 11 years old, this young man had received her as a birthday present for just such an occasion. Lux was 4 years older than him at the time, which was most appropriate in regards to protection and surveillance needs of the parents; whom were often entangled within working life.
Lux bitterly bowed her head with each pillow, flinching at both the nature of his motion and the nature of his words. She rose two ivory palms to fix solidly into the air, as she pleaded: ''Young master..Please calm down! You'll hurt yourself!'' Regardless of her pleads, he went on with his punishments. He was pale in complexion, his mahogany hair waxed and greased in a mid-parting by his mother; his moss coloured eyes often enchanted by the wonders that lay before him, in a rich and unappreciated calibre of life. His clothing, a deep and rich satin of a rich moss colour, was fastened by round and shimmering gold buttons. Over pulled, this jacket encased a simplistic white blouse, and black shorts. Chestnut polished boots fastened about his ankles, flung out toward her and his rage ebbed and swelled. This was the temperament of the youth before her.
''You won't sing! I ASKED YOU TO SING!'' He screeched at her, his arms flinging another pillow at her, before arching behind him as he tipped on his heels at the nature of his scream. She looked upon him with apologetic, melancholic eyes: ''It's not that I won't sing Master, Please, It's that..I..I can't.'' She flinched again as he continued in his fit of rage, tears now streaming down his vermilion puffed cheeks. '' Either you sing, or I tell my daddy to sell you! You've had LESSONS!'' This was indeed true. Lux had attempted to address this whim once before, only to produce a high pitched screech, which raked it's way up the back of her throat. Upon this, her Young Master ordered her father ( A musician ) to fix her. Upon tutoring her in the notes known to his profession and industry, no such progression was made within the six months of his time she'd been assigned. This, was the explanation of her state.
One last scream, and his mother bustled her way in, alongside that of his father. Clinging to her husbands arm, she cooed into his ear: ''Can't you stop this racket Darling? He's giving me a frightful headache..We've done all we can really. Perhaps we should just buy him a parrot?'' Lux blinked astonished at this notion. The mother (Eliza), was a calm natured and loving woman, compassionate of all things and understanding of her son's brutish and disrespectful nature. Those words, burned her ears at the tips, until tears glossed over her eyes. She said nothing as the father cocked his head to Eliza: '' We can't just be rid of her. She is after all, entitled a last chance Eliza..'' He looked to her with empathetic eyes, and yet the mother insisted still: ''Darling, she tried her best. Take her to the market..Give her a good home.'' As her hand sank into his shoulder, he looked toward Lux who was biting her lip in restraint and silence, a great deal of tears welling to her eyes. The father gave a submissive sigh before patting his wife's hand in agreement. Lacing Lux's between his own, he gave her an earnest look: '' It won't be that bad. You'll see..They'll treat you fairly and-'' He was interrupted by his son screaming: '' No! Give her to anyone! FOR ANYTHING! She's no use to anybody!'' And with this, she was shoved from the room. As the door swung closed a few inches afore her eyes, the tears trembled their way out from over her lashes, and hit between her feet. Her shoulders shrugged in a silenced sob, as she leant to the door way whimpering: ''Please..please..''
Three hours in progression, following lunch and a solemn discussion between those of the household, Lux was escorted to a black carriage. Looking back toward the house, her arm tugged by that of the father, she could see Eliza and her son drinking tea and indulging in tea-cakes; watching solemnly in a triumphant glow as she dispatched from their lives. The father coaxed her into the seating with an encouraging rub of her arm and promises he intended not to keep. And thustly they set to the courtyard, in which she was to be exchanged into a hand of another ''Owner.'' The road was unsettled and levelled along the way. She was flung across the seat in not-so-gentle bobs, her tears spraying to the leather as she sat silently, her hands folded neatly into her lap: ''What is to become of me.'' She whimpered to her subconsciousness. There was no reply.
Upon arrival, the first immediate recognition was the smell. Zeltiva seemed to be a clean and curious place, filled with the scents and commodities of many a man and woman, of many a race. Lux clenched her hands about her nose and sputtered out a coughing fit as the scent of rotting fish entangled about her from the docks. A near-by fish monger narrowed his eyes, his fingers covered in the entrails of those he handled. Lux quickly held her breath and bowed her head to him as she removed her hands, wishing not to offend. Lead inwardly through the docks, the Father glanced back and forth between the road ahead and Lux, padding behind. A gloomy outlook and disposition was to be expected, and thustly he did not press for her to move faster, give or take an encouraging tug here and there. Eventually, she came to a halt. He looked back to her with a mournful glance and uttered: '' We can't stop now..'' She looked up at him, resolute of compassion or loyalty.
His emotions stirred about him in a sickening churn. Truth is, he did not wish to do this, as much as she wished it not to happen. He skimmed his thumb beneath her eyelid to collect a tear, only to find her jerk away violently, like a stubborn animal. She had no business being touched or comforted by a man she could not associate with. Seeing this truth swim about her eyes unsettled the man. His chest expanded beneath the fabrics of his clothes before he uttered decisively under his breath: ''Ok. I don't intend to take you to an auction and sell you as I would meat. I know you're better than that. You can fend for yourself, and you'll do well in that I'm sure. I'm giving you freedom. Whatever happens next is of your doing, Lux. Know that. Good luck.'' And with this, he loosely unbound her and nodded to her with a cheery, somewhat lightened disposition. She wrung her wrists in her hands, her tears straying aside her cheeks as she watched him pace off indifferent to the fact she wished not to be alone. Thustly she sank to the outward beam of a near-by building, slumping into the damp puddles of several liquids or the harbour, watching the world; also indifferent to her needs. She continued to run her hands about her wrists, and confided into herself, a lesson well learnt:
''Be as it was, it shall never be again.'' |
by Lux on July 6th, 2011, 2:59 am 