Sitting by the hearth within my quarters which I share with the few more of my status I sit sewing a garment for which I was asked to mend and baking cookies for those of the court who I hope to please. All of a sudden I let out a fit of sneezes causing me to look around, and I can’t help but notice how I seem to be the only one around this fine afternoon. But I can’t complain I rarely get this space to myself and plan to take full advantage of it; and without the normal hesitation I begin to sing a song from my childhood, first low and bashful but as time passes letting myself get sweep up within the chorus. As I finish the mending and set it aside.
“Are you going to Scarborough Fair… Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme… Remember me to one who lives there… He once was a true love of mine…” I sing in a soft sweet voice as I stand and walk toward a small closet at the far end of the room.
As my heart gets lighter and sprits rise I continue to sing, I pick up the broom and start to sweep around the quarters and I can’t help but dance as I continue to sing not aware if any may hear me and catch me in my fanciful whim as the air around me begins to pick up as my hair moves on the breeze; my sprits lighter then they have been in sometime.
“Tell him to make me a cambric shirt… Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme… Without no seams nor needle work… Then he'll be a true love of mine…” I sing as my eyes close and my feet seem to barely touch the floor.
So lost in the moment I fail to notice a new power spark within my being, the awaking of a new power be it vampirc or demonic in nature; for the moment of serene release allowed my mind to accept the powers my bloodlines were willing to give. I continued to move around as if without a care in the world… and unbeknown to myself leaving a trail of mess within my wake.
“Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather… Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme… And gather it all in a bunch of heather… Then he'll be a true love of mine…” I sing not noticing anything of the world directly around me except a slight chill that has started to kiss my bare shoulders.