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A Stolen Ride

Cerawyn
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May 7, 2010 09:31:33

Cerawyn watched Lucien for a few long moments. He did not say anything as she hoped that he would, and to say it was worrying was putting it very lightly. It made an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She thought he would be happy that she had thought so much of him to cast aside the affections of one so dear to her. Perhaps he didn't understand how much she had struggled with this decisions. Her parents would be decidedly disappointed in her, as they thought the world of Balin. Not to mention Balin's own reaction. Light, he would be devastated. Cerawyn wondered for perhaps the first time since she arrived at the stable if she'd made a mistake. She felt as though her sense of security had been taken away from her. There was a sense of security that came with the knowledge you belonged to someone, she didn't have that now. No, this is for the best, Cerawyn told herself sternly. Already I am changing form the farm girl he knew, from the wife that he wanted. I will not be the cause of his unhappiness. And yet, you already are, the voice in the back of her mind reminded her. The realization of it weighed on her like a boulder that she did not think could ever be moved. She left her village to keep from harming anyone, to avoid causing them all pain, and yet, that was just what she was doing, a simple letter would make their pain so very complete.

I have a right to choose my path, to choose my happiness, she yelled back to the irritating reminder. Don't I? She shook her head, and pushed the unpleasantness form her mind. She watched as Lucien wheeled his horse about and left the stable again, after telling her to mount and accompany him so they could talk. Mount? Talk? The words seemed so foreign to her for a moment and then she noticed that she was still idly patting Lucciola with one hand. He must think she is mine. He must think I can ride as well as he does. Though she had never given him that impression, he seemed to have decided on her skill sight unseen. And the uneasy feeling in Cerawyn's stomach told her this was a bad idea. Light, if something were to happen.... No, I won't let this be ruined by an uneasy feeling that could be based on nothing. She glanced around, seeing a groom coming her way, she stopped him.

�I need this horse saddled immediately please.� She knew that Novices were used to asking the grooms for their services, and it was her luck that this one did not question her but set about his task. She never told him the horse was for an Aes Sedai, but she had not told him that it was not either. Light, already you are speaking in half truths, Cerawyn! Mere months in this place and already you bend the truth to your needs. She felt ashamed for a moment, but she was careful to keep it from her face. If she looked upset, the groom would notice and all would be for nothing.

Soon, Lucciola stood in the stable, fully saddled with the reins handed to Cerawyn at her request. The groom vanished thankfully and she began to walk the horse out of the stables toward the paddock Lucien said to meet him in. She took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves. They were entering into a very dangerous game, hiding from the Aes Sedai, riding when she knew very well she should be sweeping paths in the Tower's gardens. At some point, a point that Cerawyn did not truly wish to think of, their luck would have to change for the worse. She owed him a chance to speak to her, to react to the news that she had bombarded him with. She deserved to feel every emotion he directed at her with what she had done in the last day. Once outside, she managed none too gracefully to get on Lucciola's back, arranging her skirts as best she could to provide some sense of propriety. She spent a few moments simply sitting, patting the mare's neck in thanks for not immediately dumping her off on her head.

At her signal, Lucciola began to walk, and she saw them waiting for her, Lucien and his horse that made hers look like a nag on her last legs. Lucciola was by no means a bad horse, she was fine enough for Cerawyn, but compared to his, well, there was no comparison. She stuck to a walk, almost not daring to move faster and joined him where the stable began to recede from their view. �We must not be long, Lucien, or I fear someone will notice my absence from chores. But I owe you a chance to speak. I will stay until you have finished.� And then she prepared herself, for happiness, for anger, for a range of emotions, though she knew not in the slightest what he would say to her.

This message is a reply to: Pleasantly surprised! posted by Lucien Mantear.

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[quote=Cerawyn]
Cerawyn watched Lucien for a few long moments. He did not say anything as she hoped that he would, and to say it was worrying was putting it very lightly. It made an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She thought he would be happy that she had thought so much of him to cast aside the affections of one so dear to her. Perhaps he didn't understand how much she had struggled with this decisions. Her parents would be decidedly disappointed in her, as they thought the world of Balin. Not to mention Balin's own reaction. Light, he would be devastated. Cerawyn wondered for perhaps the first time since she arrived at the stable if she'd made a mistake. She felt as though her sense of security had been taken away from her. There was a sense of security that came with the knowledge you belonged to someone, she didn't have that now. No, this is for the best, Cerawyn told herself sternly. Already I am changing form the farm girl he knew, from the wife that he wanted. I will not be the cause of his unhappiness. And yet, you already are, the voice in the back of her mind reminded her. The realization of it weighed on her like a boulder that she did not think could ever be moved. She left her village to keep from harming anyone, to avoid causing them all pain, and yet, that was just what she was doing, a simple letter would make their pain so very complete.

I have a right to choose my path, to choose my happiness, she yelled back to the irritating reminder. Don't I? She shook her head, and pushed the unpleasantness form her mind. She watched as Lucien wheeled his horse about and left the stable again, after telling her to mount and accompany him so they could talk. Mount? Talk? The words seemed so foreign to her for a moment and then she noticed that she was still idly patting Lucciola with one hand. He must think she is mine. He must think I can ride as well as he does. Though she had never given him that impression, he seemed to have decided on her skill sight unseen. And the uneasy feeling in Cerawyn's stomach told her this was a bad idea. Light, if something were to happen.... No, I won't let this be ruined by an uneasy feeling that could be based on nothing. She glanced around, seeing a groom coming her way, she stopped him.

�I need this horse saddled immediately please.� She knew that Novices were used to asking the grooms for their services, and it was her luck that this one did not question her but set about his task. She never told him the horse was for an Aes Sedai, but she had not told him that it was not either. Light, already you are speaking in half truths, Cerawyn! Mere months in this place and already you bend the truth to your needs. She felt ashamed for a moment, but she was careful to keep it from her face. If she looked upset, the groom would notice and all would be for nothing.

Soon, Lucciola stood in the stable, fully saddled with the reins handed to Cerawyn at her request. The groom vanished thankfully and she began to walk the horse out of the stables toward the paddock Lucien said to meet him in. She took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves. They were entering into a very dangerous game, hiding from the Aes Sedai, riding when she knew very well she should be sweeping paths in the Tower's gardens. At some point, a point that Cerawyn did not truly wish to think of, their luck would have to change for the worse. She owed him a chance to speak to her, to react to the news that she had bombarded him with. She deserved to feel every emotion he directed at her with what she had done in the last day. Once outside, she managed none too gracefully to get on Lucciola's back, arranging her skirts as best she could to provide some sense of propriety. She spent a few moments simply sitting, patting the mare's neck in thanks for not immediately dumping her off on her head.

At her signal, Lucciola began to walk, and she saw them waiting for her, Lucien and his horse that made hers look like a nag on her last legs. Lucciola was by no means a bad horse, she was fine enough for Cerawyn, but compared to his, well, there was no comparison. She stuck to a walk, almost not daring to move faster and joined him where the stable began to recede from their view. �We must not be long, Lucien, or I fear someone will notice my absence from chores. But I owe you a chance to speak. I will stay until you have finished.� And then she prepared herself, for happiness, for anger, for a range of emotions, though she knew not in the slightest what he would say to her.[/quote]

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