Post by Isla Brackner on Jul 14, 2010 22:44:22 GMT -5
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The young Deputy had known this day was coming. As each year passed, Isla had watched as the Headmistress tired. Although Daisy was still vital, the Elf had lead almost three decades of Gaian students through their academic careers. With the forming of the Guilds, she had been instrumental in forming the criteria that sheperded generations of strong, well being members of society.
Sitting on the well loved leather divan, she was taken back to the days where she had to sit across of Miss Sophia, now Queen, and nervously explain her actions. Generally, they had to do with Logan... Her eyes deepened in color with the thought of him. Kicking her feet, she watched the shiny, surface of her shoes. She watched as Daisy, now her peer instead of her teacher and best friend's Mother, stirred the familiar Elvish tea. It was a smell connected so strongly to her dearest friends. "Isla-" The blond smiled warmly at her, "I'm so glad that you decided to join me today."
Laughing lyrically, Isla relaxed back into the soft sofa back. "Like I could say no to you, Dais." Reaching forwards, she grabbed a biscuit off the faux silver tray. "So please tell me you're offering me unlimited vacation."
"Oh, Is, how I'll miss your sense of humor- Now, unfortunately that's not in the cards for you, dear one. No, the Universe has a greater purpose for you. I'd like you to consider taking over my position as Headmistress."
"Daisy..."
"You're ready. Over the years, you've proved yourself to me and everyone else. I've talked it over with the other staff and they've all agreed."
Blushing with th praise, Isla nodded and sealed her fate. That's how she ended up here, by the Tombs of the Remembered. She satagainst Noel's wall, wishing Sammy's Grandma washere to give her guidance. But that wouldn't ever happen. Instead, she waited, breathing in the soft scent of leaves and grass; the air perfumed with the tell a tale smell of autumn. Reaching up, her palm pressed against the craigy bark of an oak tree. It reminded her of Nate: strong and noble. Silently, she lay down against the soft bed of grass and prayed to the Mother for the return of her long, lost Tree King.
The young Deputy had known this day was coming. As each year passed, Isla had watched as the Headmistress tired. Although Daisy was still vital, the Elf had lead almost three decades of Gaian students through their academic careers. With the forming of the Guilds, she had been instrumental in forming the criteria that sheperded generations of strong, well being members of society.
Sitting on the well loved leather divan, she was taken back to the days where she had to sit across of Miss Sophia, now Queen, and nervously explain her actions. Generally, they had to do with Logan... Her eyes deepened in color with the thought of him. Kicking her feet, she watched the shiny, surface of her shoes. She watched as Daisy, now her peer instead of her teacher and best friend's Mother, stirred the familiar Elvish tea. It was a smell connected so strongly to her dearest friends. "Isla-" The blond smiled warmly at her, "I'm so glad that you decided to join me today."
Laughing lyrically, Isla relaxed back into the soft sofa back. "Like I could say no to you, Dais." Reaching forwards, she grabbed a biscuit off the faux silver tray. "So please tell me you're offering me unlimited vacation."
"Oh, Is, how I'll miss your sense of humor- Now, unfortunately that's not in the cards for you, dear one. No, the Universe has a greater purpose for you. I'd like you to consider taking over my position as Headmistress."
"Daisy..."
"You're ready. Over the years, you've proved yourself to me and everyone else. I've talked it over with the other staff and they've all agreed."
Blushing with th praise, Isla nodded and sealed her fate. That's how she ended up here, by the Tombs of the Remembered. She satagainst Noel's wall, wishing Sammy's Grandma washere to give her guidance. But that wouldn't ever happen. Instead, she waited, breathing in the soft scent of leaves and grass; the air perfumed with the tell a tale smell of autumn. Reaching up, her palm pressed against the craigy bark of an oak tree. It reminded her of Nate: strong and noble. Silently, she lay down against the soft bed of grass and prayed to the Mother for the return of her long, lost Tree King.