Post by Lissianna Delacruz on Apr 23, 2012 15:22:54 GMT -8
December 20, 2011; 11:57 pm
Lissianna curled up in the big plush chair, flipping through a work of Muggle fiction. Her light and heat came from the roaring fireplace, a distinct contrast to the cold storm raging outside. It was a good day for a fireside hour, for cocoa, for staying warm. She was on schedule with the Hogwarts project. More or less. She couldn't complete the grounds with the weather like this, but she was finished with the 2nd floor, as well as rewriting and reviewing all of Corova's notes. Now was not the time to think about work, with the weather being what it is, her energy would have be zapped as soon as she started. Now was the time to relax, rejuvenate, revitalize. Everything was safe.
A tingling, sizzling feeling fizzled through her skin, traveling from her fingers to her neck, the hair on her arms standing straight up. Oh, dear. Not now. Liss sighed and unfolded herself, setting the book on the coffee table. "Whisper? Would you please fetch me an umbrella?" She called out as she descended down the stairs, pulling on a thick sweater. There wasn't a response, but she knew Whisper had heard her, as there was an umbrella waiting for her in the sun room. Slipping out into the raging storm, she clutched the umbrella like a lifeline, one hand clenched around the tip cup, the other up near the runner.
There, at the fence line, was a lone centaur.
It had been months since Liss had seen any of the Forbidden Forest Herd. It was rather alarming that one had come at such an unexpected hour, even more so during this horrid weather. She darted down the stone pathway and across the muddy field, steeling herself against the wind, stopping just short of the fencing. "Greetings, Rohan, son of Ronan, Centaur of the Forbidden Forest Herd," she spoke loudly, hoping her voice carried.
Rohan performed a centaur's version of a bow. "Greetings, Lissianna, daughter of Peter and Laine. I regret to bring you ill news." He stayed a few feet away from gate, as per the rules set down years before, but his front hooves were pawing at the ground nervously. "I was wondering as to the reason you were visiting. It is not every day one breaks a treaty." In all honesty, she wanted to get this meeting over with, ill news or no. It was cold, wet, and her patience was draining as fast as her body heat.
"The stars have been speaking. A very large change will be coming. It is unknown if you will be affected, but Chief Bartok has seen fit to move the herd without warning you of the events. I have come back to do so." The news startled Liss, her eyes going wide, and if possible, her hands clutched the umbrella tighter. Still, it was admirable that this centaur, one of the few that were civil to her, would come back to bring her this message. "Yes. I thank you, Rohan, and wish you speed on your journey back to the herd. Tell Chief Bartok that I hope he and the others will be unaffected by this change." It was only fair that she do so.
Rohan bowed and took off for the forest, Liss did the same, running towards her warm house. Something major was about to happen. Was she ready for it? Sure, she had been learning more and more, but was it enough? Her spell work was strengthening, and with it, some of her agility, but if she was disarmed and had to battle creatures, or even another unarmed person, she wanted to be able to. If it came to that. The intruder scare a few days ago had definitely made her re-evaluate her life. She couldn't keep hiding; she had to become stronger. Her thoughts kept upon this train of thought, even as Whisper brought her dry clothes. Yes, if she were to keep herself safe, keep the ones she loved safe, she'd have to learn real combat, hand-to-hand and possibly a weapon. No one would do that here, no. It would be too risky to learn in Europe. She'd have to travel.
Racing upstairs back to the library, Liss dug out a world atlas. Hand-to-hand combat. She tapped a finger on the large continent. Asia. It'd have to be. They were known for it. She snapped the large book shut with finality, determination radiating off her. She was going to Asia to learn to defend herself, without magic, maybe with magic if it were possible, and she'd go as long as it took to master it. It was a step into becoming a stronger woman. "Whisper. I am leaving on a trip. You must take care of the house and if Mister Wilkinson should visit, tell him I am unwell. You know how much he dislikes speaking with me when I am ill."
The house elf nodded, wringing her hands in her apron. She'd do as her Misses Lisses asked and worry about her, all the same. Whisper will do it, yes, she will. Misses Lisses must take care. Lissianna smiled and kissed Whisper on the head. "I will." Oh, yes. How could she forget her project. Well, surely no one would question her absence? It wasn't like she had made her presence known to many. Still, she'll write notes to each of those she had meeting scheduled thus far, explaining a vacation, given her fragile state. That seemed plausible, did it not? Even this little bit of deception didn't make her feel unwell. How odd.
Plans made, the barest flicker of one, she dashed to her room to pack. This was going to need a lot of paper.
Lissianna curled up in the big plush chair, flipping through a work of Muggle fiction. Her light and heat came from the roaring fireplace, a distinct contrast to the cold storm raging outside. It was a good day for a fireside hour, for cocoa, for staying warm. She was on schedule with the Hogwarts project. More or less. She couldn't complete the grounds with the weather like this, but she was finished with the 2nd floor, as well as rewriting and reviewing all of Corova's notes. Now was not the time to think about work, with the weather being what it is, her energy would have be zapped as soon as she started. Now was the time to relax, rejuvenate, revitalize. Everything was safe.
A tingling, sizzling feeling fizzled through her skin, traveling from her fingers to her neck, the hair on her arms standing straight up. Oh, dear. Not now. Liss sighed and unfolded herself, setting the book on the coffee table. "Whisper? Would you please fetch me an umbrella?" She called out as she descended down the stairs, pulling on a thick sweater. There wasn't a response, but she knew Whisper had heard her, as there was an umbrella waiting for her in the sun room. Slipping out into the raging storm, she clutched the umbrella like a lifeline, one hand clenched around the tip cup, the other up near the runner.
There, at the fence line, was a lone centaur.
It had been months since Liss had seen any of the Forbidden Forest Herd. It was rather alarming that one had come at such an unexpected hour, even more so during this horrid weather. She darted down the stone pathway and across the muddy field, steeling herself against the wind, stopping just short of the fencing. "Greetings, Rohan, son of Ronan, Centaur of the Forbidden Forest Herd," she spoke loudly, hoping her voice carried.
Rohan performed a centaur's version of a bow. "Greetings, Lissianna, daughter of Peter and Laine. I regret to bring you ill news." He stayed a few feet away from gate, as per the rules set down years before, but his front hooves were pawing at the ground nervously. "I was wondering as to the reason you were visiting. It is not every day one breaks a treaty." In all honesty, she wanted to get this meeting over with, ill news or no. It was cold, wet, and her patience was draining as fast as her body heat.
"The stars have been speaking. A very large change will be coming. It is unknown if you will be affected, but Chief Bartok has seen fit to move the herd without warning you of the events. I have come back to do so." The news startled Liss, her eyes going wide, and if possible, her hands clutched the umbrella tighter. Still, it was admirable that this centaur, one of the few that were civil to her, would come back to bring her this message. "Yes. I thank you, Rohan, and wish you speed on your journey back to the herd. Tell Chief Bartok that I hope he and the others will be unaffected by this change." It was only fair that she do so.
Rohan bowed and took off for the forest, Liss did the same, running towards her warm house. Something major was about to happen. Was she ready for it? Sure, she had been learning more and more, but was it enough? Her spell work was strengthening, and with it, some of her agility, but if she was disarmed and had to battle creatures, or even another unarmed person, she wanted to be able to. If it came to that. The intruder scare a few days ago had definitely made her re-evaluate her life. She couldn't keep hiding; she had to become stronger. Her thoughts kept upon this train of thought, even as Whisper brought her dry clothes. Yes, if she were to keep herself safe, keep the ones she loved safe, she'd have to learn real combat, hand-to-hand and possibly a weapon. No one would do that here, no. It would be too risky to learn in Europe. She'd have to travel.
Racing upstairs back to the library, Liss dug out a world atlas. Hand-to-hand combat. She tapped a finger on the large continent. Asia. It'd have to be. They were known for it. She snapped the large book shut with finality, determination radiating off her. She was going to Asia to learn to defend herself, without magic, maybe with magic if it were possible, and she'd go as long as it took to master it. It was a step into becoming a stronger woman. "Whisper. I am leaving on a trip. You must take care of the house and if Mister Wilkinson should visit, tell him I am unwell. You know how much he dislikes speaking with me when I am ill."
The house elf nodded, wringing her hands in her apron. She'd do as her Misses Lisses asked and worry about her, all the same. Whisper will do it, yes, she will. Misses Lisses must take care. Lissianna smiled and kissed Whisper on the head. "I will." Oh, yes. How could she forget her project. Well, surely no one would question her absence? It wasn't like she had made her presence known to many. Still, she'll write notes to each of those she had meeting scheduled thus far, explaining a vacation, given her fragile state. That seemed plausible, did it not? Even this little bit of deception didn't make her feel unwell. How odd.
Plans made, the barest flicker of one, she dashed to her room to pack. This was going to need a lot of paper.