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Legends of Revelation	By : username-classified Category: +A through F > Everquest Views: 927 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The days following the attack were uneventful, and it wasn’t long before the promised gathering arrived. The morning was warm with the golden glow of the sun, and Sofronia was still in her night outfit. She had one of the smaller bedrooms in the Katharos House; a children’s bedroom with a colorful collection of fay dolls, a magical garden of moving plushies (her favorite was her sleeping baby ice dragon plushie), and silk sheets of cyan mussed up on her bed.
A typical adult member in the Katharos House had a few private rooms to their name: A bedroom, a private study, and a common room known as a receiving room. Sometimes, like in the case of Sofronia and her mother; the adult rooms were shared. Sofronia’s playful bedroom that always smelled of wildflowers and tree sap was once her mother’s private study. It became her room when she was very young and her father was killed in an attack by Crushbone Orcs while he was traveling.
The only thing that Sofronia and her mother had from her long departed father was a large round window in Sofronia’s bedroom. Facing the rear of the house out into the darkened woods the large window crested into the wall with waves of a flowering vine that mimicked the beautiful foreign Fay designs. Her father had only lived long enough to carve the flowers into an enchanting bouquet around the wall. It was Sofronia’s mother, grieving and carrying the burden of taking care of a toddler, that painted the petals into a rainbow of color. Sofronia loved pretending that they were real. She loved pretending that they carried her father’s spirit. Once when she was younger she tried to water them. Her mother laughed and wisely and diverted her attention away from watering the wooden flowers. Both mother and daughter agreed that they were lovely.
The sunlight smelled like heavy comfort in the lazy morning, and Sofronia was still laying in bed her soft sheets pillowed up around her legs. She was biting her lower lip and giving Cici a make over with a small polishing cloth and pretty pink paint dots. The rock avatar trembled each time she dabbed another glob of paint on her. Sofronia giggled.
“Is it cold Cici?” She asked happily and then picked up the little clay canister to warm it between her hands. “This will be better! We need to look pretty for tonight. I’m so excited.”
Her happy tone was interrupted by a knock at her door. It was probably one of the house staff come to give her breakfast. They didn’t used to knock at the door, but since the attack where the strange looking Ratongan man saved her, Cici jumped at everything. Her faithful rock avatar, and best friend rolled up defensively and charged whoever was foolish enough not to announce their presence.
Even with the knocking Cici made mighty little sounds, like a tiny earthquake.
“It’s ok, Cici. Don’t worry.” Sofronia whispered to her pink spotted companion, and then turned to the door, “Come in!”
She was still wearing her night dress. Just a few months ago, when winter was stretching it’s cold fingers over the lands, the periwinkle cotton of the night dress was an overly large sheet hanging off of her skinny limbs. Then she grew like a plant blessed by the kindness of Tunare. Her limbs still felt awkward and gangly, always getting in her way instead of helping her. That was why she lost her footing and fell. And then the rat man saved her.
She was still fascinatingly enamored with his silky fur. She wanted to pet it to see if it was as smooth as it looked.
    The door opened when her back was turned. She rustled around on her bed for a canary yellow robe that she was told to wear. Proper ladies of the high elf clan wore proper clothing in front of others. That was what her mother told her. She didn’t want to go around in a thin night outfit and have people mistaking her for wood elf progeny. Also something her mother told her. Sofronia didn’t know what wood elves wore, because she had never seen a wood elf even though many of the Katharos Family spoke of them.

    Scrambling to the little white table that she practiced her writing on Sofronia turned to see her pretty mother in the doorway. She was a radiant and exemplary woman in the Katharos House. Sofronia thought her mother was the prettiest high elf in all of Norath.

    She watched confused as her mother gave her a smile and bustled into the room holding the silver tray that held her breakfast. It was confusing because she had never seen her mother carry in her breakfast. That was the job of house staff, and generally children ate in the presence of an acting nanny not their parents.

    The beauty of her mother didn’t seem to care about her confusion. Odilla, whose name reminded Sofronia of music, carefully balanced the silver tray onto the table top. With gentle hands she patted her daughter’s head and then walked to the window that served as a memorial for her husband, her love, the father of her daughter.

    “Eat your breakfast Sofronia, Today is an important day.” Odilla placed her nose to one of the flowers and inhaled smelling the imaginary aroma; before Sofronia could speak her mother answered the question that was about to springboard off of Sofronia’s tongue. “Hilarion doesn’t want our guests to think that you are malnourished. My beautiful skinny girl needs to look good for her guests.”

    Cici rolled up to Odilla and Sofronia watched her mother look down and give a little laugh. Cici with her gray body and pink dots bowed to Odilla and then hugged her ankle.

    “Cici is going to look good too! I dressed her up already, but I couldn’t find any other paints so she’s just wearing pink for the dinner.”

    “Cici should be happy she has such a caring summoner,” Odilla said bending down to pat the stone avatar who happily received the attention. “Hilarion’s ordered everyone to give you special care today. He says that you are the child whose forging the bond of our relationship with the good Ratongan clan.”

It was not unusual for Hilarion to give strange orders. It was unusual for him to give orders that regarded one person in the house as above anyone else, and Odilla had a look of something that Sofronia couldn’t identify in her eyes. Sofronia recognized it, as once maybe a year or so ago her mother sported the same look after Hilarion refused her request to seek out property that Sofronia’s father owned in Kelethin.
But sad far away looks didn’t always mean that there was something bad or wrong. Sofronia was happy that Hilarion kept her mother home, because traveling alone was scary and dangerous, and Sofronia was afraid that Odillia would never come back. She had nightmare’s that her mother would be attacked by the same Crushbone Orcs that slay her father.
Going to collect on her father’s property could wait until they had a proper guide and protector.
With Hilarion things were either embraced or forbidden, there was very little in between. Sofronia could smell the food on the covered tray and the aroma that tickled at her nose could only mean one thing, freshly baked prickly pear muffins. Sofronia walked over to the tray, excited at the prospects of the soft warm muffins. When she removed the lid of the tray her eyes widened with surprise. Not only was there two freshly baked prickly pear muffins waiting for her, but also a sweet onion omelet and a cucumber sandwich wedge. To top it off an elaborately scrolled cup of white tea sat flanked by a small cube of fayberry fudge, and a minuscule breakfast chalice of orange wine. This was by far more elaborate than what she was used to, far more elaborate than the fayberry winter wheat porridge and preserved orange muffin that she was accustomed to. Sofronia stared in wide eyed amazement as what was before her sank in. She felt her mouth water. This is the kind of breakfast her mother would eat, an adult’s breakfast.
    “You’ll be a woman soon. It’s about time you start eating like one.” Odilla said with a little laugh at her daughter’s expression, “you can’t get a womanly figure by eating children’s food.” Her mother sighed and patted her head. “Once you finish eating you can try on your new dress.” Sofronia wasted no time and sat down at her little breakfast table. The anticipation of having an adult meal stalled her for a moment. The utensils were not the wooden ones she usually ate with. These utensils were gold scrolled and finely crafted. They were the fancy kinds only used by adults.

Maybe this was a test to see if she was ready to be an adult. Sofronia did her best to act as womanly as she could while she ate. It was a combination of striving to remember her etiquette classes and sneaking glances at her mother to make sure that the smile of approval didn’t leave her lips.
The few times Sofronia saw her mother eat breakfast it had looked like such an elegant affair, and she felt sloppy. She had to remember, the correct fork, small bites; don’t swallow too soon...and for the love of Tunare don’t be a cow and chew all day. It was like a test, a test that she wasn’t even sure was being given. Her focus was broken by the sound of her mother’s light hearted laugh.
“Relax child, you remind me of the first time your grandmother gave me my first adult breakfast. Except she berated me on my poor form. You might be eating like an adult, but that does not mean you have to act like one yet “ Odilla knelt down next to where Sofronia was sitting. Her pretty flowing dress flounced out about her. “There is an adult thing that I would like you to do for me.” Sofronia placed her utensils down next to the plate and turned towards her mother.
    “What is it mother?” Sofronia asked curiously. She didn’t know much about adult things, only that they mostly meant she had to stay still and be quiet. Odilla took a deep breath and let out a sigh.

    “Promise me you’ll never change.” She said with a smile, and placed a small kiss on Sofronia’s forehead. Sofronia simply smiled nodded. “I have to go, there is much to do in preparation for tonight's dinner.” Odilla stood up from kneeling at her daughter’s side and walked over to the door where she stopped before leaving. “You can try on your dress, but don’t wear it around all day. We don’t want it to get dirty before our guests arrive.”

    “Yes Mom.” Sofronia said obediently and shoved another morsel of fayberry fudge into her mouth. The earthy chocolate taste filled her sinuses.

    As the door closed softly behind her mother, Sofronia dropped the fancy utensils and picked up food with both hands. Uninhibited she ate the rich meal with excitement, and cheerfully thought that the rest of the day would be just as wonderful.

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