Princess Rosella of Daventry (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
primrosella) wrote2010-06-30 07:10 pm
primrosella) wrote2010-06-30 07:10 pm
Entry tags:
- absence makes the heart go yonder,
- april flowers,
- bad memories,
- curse: one word exams,
- developing abandonment issues,
- gotta love that optimism,
- i love my friends,
- mawwiage: that bwessed awwangement,
- nineteen and loving it,
- parting is such sweet sorrow,
- stronger now than yesterday,
- the perils of being rosella
Quest 199
Growth. That's the word they've given us this week, and it seems it's to be the final one, as well. That makes four weeks of words, four weeks of essays--Equivalence, Pain, Future, and now Growth. It's strange how they all seem to fit together, isn't it? And how they all seem to fit together in this place, as well. Equivalence, for the trades they make, one thing for something of equal value. Pain, for the suffering and misery we endure for the sake of running the clock. Future, for what awaits us all back home, and yet what we also experience here--a future that moves but never moves. And now Growth. That one, I think, is almost the clearest of all.
There was a time, once upon a time, when I fell into a fountain and was rescued by the boy who soon became my best friend. That was a year and eleven months ago now--or at least, it will be in two days. And as hard as it was, learning to live here, it was always wonderful, too, because I had him there to help me.
I remember I was rather a foolish girl then. I remember a boy who showed me magic and gave me a rose and swept me quite off my feet, not long after I arrived. And I remember the day I learned just how bad the curses can be, when they turn you into someone you're not and lead to...misunderstandings.
It's strange to think back on it now, when I'm drawing so close to the two-year anniversary of my stay here. There was a time when I couldn't imagine being away from my kingdom and my family for more than a few days, and now here I am, gone for almost two years and never going back to visit even once. Well, except for in dreams, of course, but that's a bit different. It was a few days before my eighteenth birthday when I first arrived here, and then I had to wait another seven months here before I reached it in the City. And now I'm nineteen. It's the same age my father was when he saved our kingdom and became king. When I was a little girl, I always thought of nineteen as being a very grown-up age--and, of course, my mother would have a fit, I think, if she knew I'm nineteen now and yet nowhere even close to being married.
I remember when I learned how to prune the roses in my little garden back home, and how I wondered at the thought that cutting away parts of the bush didn't hurt it at all, but actually helped it to grow. It made it better, healthier, to take away those bits that were once part of it. Perhaps that's just a natural part of growing and growing stronger--learning that sometimes loss can make us better and stronger and even help us to grow in the future, as much as it may set us back in the present.
Tomorrow is the first of July. Sam will have been gone a month, tomorrow.
He always liked to buy me roses.
I'm sorry, I'm afraid that's as close to an essay as I'm likely to get. I never did write the one for last week, either; I rather just got caught up in things and never quite got around to putting my thoughts down on paper for it. But I suppose that's all right, really. It's better to keep busy, after all--though I suppose I really ought to stop keeping such late nights at the Library. It's not that I mind losing track of time in a library, of course, but it does get a bit troublesome after a while, having to walk home in the dark.
Oh, and speaking of walking, I saw that dog again! I suppose he still hasn't found his way back to his owner yet, if he has an owner at all. He really is a terribly friendly dog, poor thing. I hope he's managing all right, wherever he is.
Do you...suppose it's a silly thing, to celebrate a birthday for someone that isn't here?
[OOC: Puppy adoption is imminent! Just as soon as the cold weather hits, in fact. And she won't be getting a curse token for this essay, since she's already earned ones from the first two weeks, but she doesn't know that yet. Alms, are we still on the for the play thing? Let me know if/when you want me to have her start dropping hints about it. ♥
Also, yes, my notifs are still borked, but I'll try to do my best to keep up! Please bear with me! /shakes fist at LJ]
There was a time, once upon a time, when I fell into a fountain and was rescued by the boy who soon became my best friend. That was a year and eleven months ago now--or at least, it will be in two days. And as hard as it was, learning to live here, it was always wonderful, too, because I had him there to help me.
I remember I was rather a foolish girl then. I remember a boy who showed me magic and gave me a rose and swept me quite off my feet, not long after I arrived. And I remember the day I learned just how bad the curses can be, when they turn you into someone you're not and lead to...misunderstandings.
It's strange to think back on it now, when I'm drawing so close to the two-year anniversary of my stay here. There was a time when I couldn't imagine being away from my kingdom and my family for more than a few days, and now here I am, gone for almost two years and never going back to visit even once. Well, except for in dreams, of course, but that's a bit different. It was a few days before my eighteenth birthday when I first arrived here, and then I had to wait another seven months here before I reached it in the City. And now I'm nineteen. It's the same age my father was when he saved our kingdom and became king. When I was a little girl, I always thought of nineteen as being a very grown-up age--and, of course, my mother would have a fit, I think, if she knew I'm nineteen now and yet nowhere even close to being married.
I remember when I learned how to prune the roses in my little garden back home, and how I wondered at the thought that cutting away parts of the bush didn't hurt it at all, but actually helped it to grow. It made it better, healthier, to take away those bits that were once part of it. Perhaps that's just a natural part of growing and growing stronger--learning that sometimes loss can make us better and stronger and even help us to grow in the future, as much as it may set us back in the present.
Tomorrow is the first of July. Sam will have been gone a month, tomorrow.
I'm sorry, I'm afraid that's as close to an essay as I'm likely to get. I never did write the one for last week, either; I rather just got caught up in things and never quite got around to putting my thoughts down on paper for it. But I suppose that's all right, really. It's better to keep busy, after all--though I suppose I really ought to stop keeping such late nights at the Library. It's not that I mind losing track of time in a library, of course, but it does get a bit troublesome after a while, having to walk home in the dark.
Oh, and speaking of walking, I saw that dog again! I suppose he still hasn't found his way back to his owner yet, if he has an owner at all. He really is a terribly friendly dog, poor thing. I hope he's managing all right, wherever he is.
Do you...suppose it's a silly thing, to celebrate a birthday for someone that isn't here?
[OOC: Puppy adoption is imminent! Just as soon as the cold weather hits, in fact. And she won't be getting a curse token for this essay, since she's already earned ones from the first two weeks, but she doesn't know that yet. Alms, are we still on the for the play thing? Let me know if/when you want me to have her start dropping hints about it. ♥
Also, yes, my notifs are still borked, but I'll try to do my best to keep up! Please bear with me! /shakes fist at LJ]