Post by `Terra Aetara ♥ on Sept 12, 2008 12:40:09 GMT -8
Widely known fact was, Terra often got bored. Easily. At random times. Whether it be in the middle of Temple, during school, running through the gardens.... She would often, as a child, find herself suddenly without interest, seeking for something exciting to do, something else that would catch her interest.
And this often resulted in catastrophe, and lots of scolding.
While she could be meek, and obedient, she'd rather have fun and play. She never meant any harm, and often times her actions had a deeper purpose, a meaning behind them.
Like now, she'd been with her family at the weekly Temple rituals, and had found herself very, very bored. When no one was looking, she had slipped out and ran for home. Through the trees, across the distance, stopping briefly to grab her woodworking tools from her room before winding up in Maelstrom's room. At his bed, and trying to carve pretty pictures into the dark wood of his headboard.
She'd been trying to fashion in a scene of a meadow, with her and Maelstrom playing about. Wood chips flew in all directions, scattering across the bedding, the floor, and flying into her hair. She even wound up with a chip on her cheek. She was frustrated, and it made her work even sloppier, which was sad to begin with, because no matter how hard she tried, it just wouldn't come out right. Truth was, as talented as she was with creating, constructing and what have you, she could not draw.
If one looked closely, they could see the meaning, and the intent, but it was really hard to even see that. It just looked like a nest of termites had brought war upon that headboard. It was a mess. She'd been trying to do something nice and affectionate for Maelstrom, and it had all come out wrong.
In her frustration over her failure, she began to smack the hilt of her carving knife against the corroded board, making a whining noise in the back of her throat.
"I would just like to state," she mumbled sourly to the piece of wood, "That I dislike you very much right now."
And this often resulted in catastrophe, and lots of scolding.
While she could be meek, and obedient, she'd rather have fun and play. She never meant any harm, and often times her actions had a deeper purpose, a meaning behind them.
Like now, she'd been with her family at the weekly Temple rituals, and had found herself very, very bored. When no one was looking, she had slipped out and ran for home. Through the trees, across the distance, stopping briefly to grab her woodworking tools from her room before winding up in Maelstrom's room. At his bed, and trying to carve pretty pictures into the dark wood of his headboard.
She'd been trying to fashion in a scene of a meadow, with her and Maelstrom playing about. Wood chips flew in all directions, scattering across the bedding, the floor, and flying into her hair. She even wound up with a chip on her cheek. She was frustrated, and it made her work even sloppier, which was sad to begin with, because no matter how hard she tried, it just wouldn't come out right. Truth was, as talented as she was with creating, constructing and what have you, she could not draw.
If one looked closely, they could see the meaning, and the intent, but it was really hard to even see that. It just looked like a nest of termites had brought war upon that headboard. It was a mess. She'd been trying to do something nice and affectionate for Maelstrom, and it had all come out wrong.
In her frustration over her failure, she began to smack the hilt of her carving knife against the corroded board, making a whining noise in the back of her throat.
"I would just like to state," she mumbled sourly to the piece of wood, "That I dislike you very much right now."
