Post by Skye Spyder on Jun 29, 2015 1:19:22 GMT -5
It was early morning at the moor. A new day being born on the horizon and dappling ruddy purple upon the sky; smudging out the faded stars there in.
With the tide out large urchin and clam covered boulders could easily be seen, their rough hides sanded down by the gentle caress of a million waves; and there, sunning herself in a shallow dip in the rock, sat sun bronzed woman of nearly twenty.
She was enjoying the cool of the morning with her feet in the briny ocean. Dark forest green eyes shut against the light she turned, lazily, on her side at the sharp cry of fury from the mother she barely knew.
Peeking out from beneath the sun-visor she made with her hand, brow furrowed over narrowed eye and curled lip she stared at the clearly furious woman. What was being said though was drowned out by distance and the crash of the waves. "I can't hear you..." She growled under her breath as she sat up and gathered her skirts in her arms to make the walk back to a castlesque house positioned upon a palm dotted hill. The picture perfect scene any vacationer would die to stay at.She however hated it. Passionately even. A big empty house with people that either want to control you or are almost afraid of you is not a home. Her home was a secret place just down the beach in a grove of black and white mangroves. Not a quiet building of steel and drywall, but a warm ramshackle treehouse about 10ft of the ground with just enough space to be comfortable.
As she day dreamed about her secret place she stepped over the threshold into the kitchen. She was greeted by a sharp cry as her newly found mother tripped over herself to stop her before she could enter the house further. "AH! What ARE you doing!? You're covered in sand and you reek of fish and ugh!" The older woman shuddered as she brought over a pitcher of water as shooed the younger back onto the back porch. "And your HAIR child! All nappy! And your clothes are ruined! Did you forget we have company coming over today??" Jasmine rolled her eyes at her mother's tirade. "Yeah, yeah. I got it." A pinched look was shot up to her with such power she corrected herself, "Yes, ma'am, I know. I will go change immediately." Her Mother nodded curtly. "See to it that you do. And quickly." She spoke as she padded back into the kitchen.
"Yes, ma'am..." Marchelle bit the inside of her lip to keep back what she really wanted to say and trudged up the stairs to her bedroom. She just wasn't fit for the lavish life. She knew this and accepted it; why couldn't her mother? She assumed this was the reason her father hadn't stayed around... Now she was stuck here.
With the tide out large urchin and clam covered boulders could easily be seen, their rough hides sanded down by the gentle caress of a million waves; and there, sunning herself in a shallow dip in the rock, sat sun bronzed woman of nearly twenty.
She was enjoying the cool of the morning with her feet in the briny ocean. Dark forest green eyes shut against the light she turned, lazily, on her side at the sharp cry of fury from the mother she barely knew.
Peeking out from beneath the sun-visor she made with her hand, brow furrowed over narrowed eye and curled lip she stared at the clearly furious woman. What was being said though was drowned out by distance and the crash of the waves. "I can't hear you..." She growled under her breath as she sat up and gathered her skirts in her arms to make the walk back to a castlesque house positioned upon a palm dotted hill. The picture perfect scene any vacationer would die to stay at.She however hated it. Passionately even. A big empty house with people that either want to control you or are almost afraid of you is not a home. Her home was a secret place just down the beach in a grove of black and white mangroves. Not a quiet building of steel and drywall, but a warm ramshackle treehouse about 10ft of the ground with just enough space to be comfortable.
As she day dreamed about her secret place she stepped over the threshold into the kitchen. She was greeted by a sharp cry as her newly found mother tripped over herself to stop her before she could enter the house further. "AH! What ARE you doing!? You're covered in sand and you reek of fish and ugh!" The older woman shuddered as she brought over a pitcher of water as shooed the younger back onto the back porch. "And your HAIR child! All nappy! And your clothes are ruined! Did you forget we have company coming over today??" Jasmine rolled her eyes at her mother's tirade. "Yeah, yeah. I got it." A pinched look was shot up to her with such power she corrected herself, "Yes, ma'am, I know. I will go change immediately." Her Mother nodded curtly. "See to it that you do. And quickly." She spoke as she padded back into the kitchen.
"Yes, ma'am..." Marchelle bit the inside of her lip to keep back what she really wanted to say and trudged up the stairs to her bedroom. She just wasn't fit for the lavish life. She knew this and accepted it; why couldn't her mother? She assumed this was the reason her father hadn't stayed around... Now she was stuck here.