Post by Katastrophe St. John-Talon on Oct 20, 2009 7:35:38 GMT -8
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head...
--William Shakespeare, Sonnet 27
For weeks, Katastrophe had mulled over the idea of taking a long-needed rest. The kind that only a vampire could comprehend; a sleep that would last for months, and with some, years. Tonight, as she stared out the window of her vast bedroom in Talon Castle, her eyes gazed up longingly at the moon. Its brilliant radiance and closeness to the Earth had her eyes focusing on one crater in particular as she became lost in her thoughts.
Her mind was made up; it was time to rest.
Though she’d not discussed it with anyone, she’d already considered the impact it would have on others. Most especially, her childer were who she worried over the most. Mordia wasn’t around to need to be worried over. If she needed anything, there was family support, but her lack of a true presence in the public eye made her an insignificant concern.
Lascivious was a strong piress with a will and stubbornness to rival Katastrophe’s own. She would be fine, though she lacked confidence in her own inner strength. As a member of RoR and under the watchful eye of nitenurse, Katastrophe knew Lasc would be well cared for and watched after. Not that she needed it, but it put Katastrophe’s mind to rest to know that Lasc had that kind of support.
Moodlady was somewhat of a different story. Though her time in the city was greater than Katastrophe’s, Moody always seemed slightly vulnerable to her. Finding appropriate protection for her was paramount. Moody didn’t have a clan to fall back on in case something happened to her. Of course, the extended family would be there to support her, but Katastrophe wanted something more than that for reassurance. The request she would make of Moody might concern her, but Moody knew Katastrophe cared greatly for her and would only ask her to do what was in her best interest. Katastrophe would have to contact one of her brothers before furthering her actions there. After all, it was his help she’d seek.
Katastrophe pushed away from the window and folded her hands behind her back as her thoughts drifted to her husband and she began to pace, staring at the marble floor. Arias had been away much, but notes and flowers delivered from messengers let her know that she was never far from his thoughts. It burdened her to no end that she’d be taking this sleep without informing him in person or discussing it with him as she’d hoped to do. But it could wait no longer. It was just the time. She couldn’t even explain her reasons for needing to rest. It wasn’t that she’d been around for centuries and had grown tired as many vampires often did. It wasn’t a broken heart sending her into a coffin or anything of the sort. Simply an inexplicable desire to rest. The reason she hadn’t gone sooner though, was her hope that Arias would return soon. No such luck.
Her mind was made up, and in less than a week, she would seek the comfort and solace that only a coffin could provide. Preparations had already been made within a secluded part of the castle where she would lie in repose. She would be protected by the various guards and servants who normally served her, Arias, and all Katastrophe’s childer. She might not be close in mind but she would be physically close if they needed her. And she was convinced that it would be like a coma; she’d be able to hear them. Wouldn’t she? She could only hope.
There was much to do if she intended to rest by Saturday.
Katastrophe walked into her closet, needing to dress and get to work on the things she needed to take care of. She would leave notice with her family and clan, but she would need to speak with Ophelia and Seyda. She wasn’t looking forward to either exchange, fearful of the reactions of both piresses. She hoped that Ophelia would allow her to maintain her membership in Yggdrasil, but she wouldn’t say with certainty that it would be permitted. Seyda was a different story. Katastrophe did not figure that she’d be cast out from the family, but she worried about the heartache she might bring her sire. With the loss of Wyndcryer earlier in the year, this news would likely not go over well.
It was now time to act, putting her carefully laid plan into action. She was not looking forward to the many tears that would be shed, most of which would probably be her own.
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head...
--William Shakespeare, Sonnet 27
For weeks, Katastrophe had mulled over the idea of taking a long-needed rest. The kind that only a vampire could comprehend; a sleep that would last for months, and with some, years. Tonight, as she stared out the window of her vast bedroom in Talon Castle, her eyes gazed up longingly at the moon. Its brilliant radiance and closeness to the Earth had her eyes focusing on one crater in particular as she became lost in her thoughts.
Her mind was made up; it was time to rest.
Though she’d not discussed it with anyone, she’d already considered the impact it would have on others. Most especially, her childer were who she worried over the most. Mordia wasn’t around to need to be worried over. If she needed anything, there was family support, but her lack of a true presence in the public eye made her an insignificant concern.
Lascivious was a strong piress with a will and stubbornness to rival Katastrophe’s own. She would be fine, though she lacked confidence in her own inner strength. As a member of RoR and under the watchful eye of nitenurse, Katastrophe knew Lasc would be well cared for and watched after. Not that she needed it, but it put Katastrophe’s mind to rest to know that Lasc had that kind of support.
Moodlady was somewhat of a different story. Though her time in the city was greater than Katastrophe’s, Moody always seemed slightly vulnerable to her. Finding appropriate protection for her was paramount. Moody didn’t have a clan to fall back on in case something happened to her. Of course, the extended family would be there to support her, but Katastrophe wanted something more than that for reassurance. The request she would make of Moody might concern her, but Moody knew Katastrophe cared greatly for her and would only ask her to do what was in her best interest. Katastrophe would have to contact one of her brothers before furthering her actions there. After all, it was his help she’d seek.
Katastrophe pushed away from the window and folded her hands behind her back as her thoughts drifted to her husband and she began to pace, staring at the marble floor. Arias had been away much, but notes and flowers delivered from messengers let her know that she was never far from his thoughts. It burdened her to no end that she’d be taking this sleep without informing him in person or discussing it with him as she’d hoped to do. But it could wait no longer. It was just the time. She couldn’t even explain her reasons for needing to rest. It wasn’t that she’d been around for centuries and had grown tired as many vampires often did. It wasn’t a broken heart sending her into a coffin or anything of the sort. Simply an inexplicable desire to rest. The reason she hadn’t gone sooner though, was her hope that Arias would return soon. No such luck.
Her mind was made up, and in less than a week, she would seek the comfort and solace that only a coffin could provide. Preparations had already been made within a secluded part of the castle where she would lie in repose. She would be protected by the various guards and servants who normally served her, Arias, and all Katastrophe’s childer. She might not be close in mind but she would be physically close if they needed her. And she was convinced that it would be like a coma; she’d be able to hear them. Wouldn’t she? She could only hope.
There was much to do if she intended to rest by Saturday.
Katastrophe walked into her closet, needing to dress and get to work on the things she needed to take care of. She would leave notice with her family and clan, but she would need to speak with Ophelia and Seyda. She wasn’t looking forward to either exchange, fearful of the reactions of both piresses. She hoped that Ophelia would allow her to maintain her membership in Yggdrasil, but she wouldn’t say with certainty that it would be permitted. Seyda was a different story. Katastrophe did not figure that she’d be cast out from the family, but she worried about the heartache she might bring her sire. With the loss of Wyndcryer earlier in the year, this news would likely not go over well.
It was now time to act, putting her carefully laid plan into action. She was not looking forward to the many tears that would be shed, most of which would probably be her own.