D E L A R I A H - S O R E S C U
Del or more commonly called Young Miss Sorescu was sitting impatiently on a little rock in the estate's garden, swinging her legs up and down trying to pass the time. She's been sitting there for hours now, mainly staring on the ground, admiring the plants below her feet. A sigh escaped her lips. It wasn't suppose to be this boring, not on such a beautiful sunny day. Where was Tsuki? Quickly, she shook her head; lightly slapped both of her cheeks. Again she was thinking about her servant. Obviously, it wasn't something criminal to do. Her thoughts are her thoughts, not like anyone could see inside her head. At least, no human should be able to.
Pondering whether she should search for her quiet servant or not, a rather nice breeze swift through her hair, made them dance in the air beautifully and elegantly. Once you take a glimpse of her whole though you'll actually notice how not lady-like she is. On that morning, she wore a short blue dress wherein below, she had casual pants on. She knew; if her mother would ever see her in that outfit, she'll most definitely faint. But well, that's if she saw her like that, and it's a rarity, even close to an impossible event, that her mother came to see her voluntary, without being reminded she had a daughter she should at least visit from time to time.
Del slumped down the rock upon the flowerbed, thoroughly enjoyed the sweet scent as she then rested her head there, closing her eyes. Delariah is a girl from a rich man who had more illegitimate children than legitimate. Then, to his misfortune, her legitimate child was a girl, a sickly girl at that. It wasn't a secret that Delariah felt she was unwanted, whether by her father or by her mother. Both seem to not care for her existence the slightest.
"Depressing depressing depressing! Be gone, you evil!" She shouted, so suddenly, to make all her thoughts to be gone while raising her fist to the air. She believed that small evil creatures came crawling to her every time she thought pessimistically, and therefore with her action she tried to shoo them away. Sometimes, she thinks of her life being a faery should be most pleasing. Not with so many limits, and never being told what to do. A faery is free without worries; perhaps that's why she strongly believed in their existence. Because she sought their privileges which she did not possess. Well, you can also say she is a bit childish, that's probably the simplest way to explain her belief in magical creatures, to simply please her with it. Despite she already reached her sixteenth year of age, which suppose to make her rather grown up already.
Suddenly she stood up after smelling a very delicious familiar dish. It was time for breakfast, finally. She smiled.
With only place of delight on her face, she quickly dashed into the direction of the dining room. It was long in coming, really now. A maid opened the door for her when she arrived in front of the dining room. She nodded, slightly showing her gratitude without lowering her head to much, when she sat down on the chair in the middle of the grand table. Then her breakfast was being served, with lots of different kind of food that it seemed to be a waste to eat it alone.
"Thank you, you may leave. And please tell Tsuki to come here." With that, they left the dining room, leaving Delariah alone with a feast that she obviously ate without a care for manners. But of course, it wasn't that of why she never permitted her maids or butlers to be present while ate. It was simply uncomfortable, eating in front of people who didn't eat themselves. It was too awkward for Delariah to go through everyday. Only Tsuki was permitted to be there with her as his presence was needed. For the reason of why it’s needed, Delariah has yet to find out. Clear is, that Tsuki was forced to eat with her every day and as known by all, Delariah was a stubborn girl who didn't accept her offer to be declined.
Del or more commonly called Young Miss Sorescu was sitting impatiently on a little rock in the estate's garden, swinging her legs up and down trying to pass the time. She's been sitting there for hours now, mainly staring on the ground, admiring the plants below her feet. A sigh escaped her lips. It wasn't suppose to be this boring, not on such a beautiful sunny day. Where was Tsuki? Quickly, she shook her head; lightly slapped both of her cheeks. Again she was thinking about her servant. Obviously, it wasn't something criminal to do. Her thoughts are her thoughts, not like anyone could see inside her head. At least, no human should be able to.
Pondering whether she should search for her quiet servant or not, a rather nice breeze swift through her hair, made them dance in the air beautifully and elegantly. Once you take a glimpse of her whole though you'll actually notice how not lady-like she is. On that morning, she wore a short blue dress wherein below, she had casual pants on. She knew; if her mother would ever see her in that outfit, she'll most definitely faint. But well, that's if she saw her like that, and it's a rarity, even close to an impossible event, that her mother came to see her voluntary, without being reminded she had a daughter she should at least visit from time to time.
Del slumped down the rock upon the flowerbed, thoroughly enjoyed the sweet scent as she then rested her head there, closing her eyes. Delariah is a girl from a rich man who had more illegitimate children than legitimate. Then, to his misfortune, her legitimate child was a girl, a sickly girl at that. It wasn't a secret that Delariah felt she was unwanted, whether by her father or by her mother. Both seem to not care for her existence the slightest.
"Depressing depressing depressing! Be gone, you evil!" She shouted, so suddenly, to make all her thoughts to be gone while raising her fist to the air. She believed that small evil creatures came crawling to her every time she thought pessimistically, and therefore with her action she tried to shoo them away. Sometimes, she thinks of her life being a faery should be most pleasing. Not with so many limits, and never being told what to do. A faery is free without worries; perhaps that's why she strongly believed in their existence. Because she sought their privileges which she did not possess. Well, you can also say she is a bit childish, that's probably the simplest way to explain her belief in magical creatures, to simply please her with it. Despite she already reached her sixteenth year of age, which suppose to make her rather grown up already.
Suddenly she stood up after smelling a very delicious familiar dish. It was time for breakfast, finally. She smiled.
With only place of delight on her face, she quickly dashed into the direction of the dining room. It was long in coming, really now. A maid opened the door for her when she arrived in front of the dining room. She nodded, slightly showing her gratitude without lowering her head to much, when she sat down on the chair in the middle of the grand table. Then her breakfast was being served, with lots of different kind of food that it seemed to be a waste to eat it alone.
"Thank you, you may leave. And please tell Tsuki to come here." With that, they left the dining room, leaving Delariah alone with a feast that she obviously ate without a care for manners. But of course, it wasn't that of why she never permitted her maids or butlers to be present while ate. It was simply uncomfortable, eating in front of people who didn't eat themselves. It was too awkward for Delariah to go through everyday. Only Tsuki was permitted to be there with her as his presence was needed. For the reason of why it’s needed, Delariah has yet to find out. Clear is, that Tsuki was forced to eat with her every day and as known by all, Delariah was a stubborn girl who didn't accept her offer to be declined.