Post by marymargaret on Dec 15, 2014 0:41:38 GMT
A light breeze drifted through the air, brushing aside a stray strand of hair from the bun at the back of her head. The young woman carefully tucked the brunette strand behind her ear as she returned her attention to the book in her lap. Belle knew such quiet moments were to be cherished as they would soon become a rarity. Upon reaching her twenty-first birthday in a few weeks her father would announce her betrothal to Gaston, the God of War. She thought it a mismatched pairing for the Goddess of Beauty and Knowledge, yet her father did not agree. Marriages between the celestial ruling classes often crosses familial lines yet luckily she was not related to the egotistical god. She supposed she could do worse.
She turned the page of her book, biting her lip gently as she studied the text. Her title, granted at birth, had shocked some. Some, celestials and mortals alike, believed that a woman could not be both beautiful and intelligent. Yet she'd proven them wrong, at least she hoped. The young goddess paused in her reading to reflect upon the words read, studying the clearing she'd been sitting in. Her blue silk gown would most likely be creased thanks to the tree stump she'd been sitting upon though she imagined she would be able to return to her father's palace without anyone noticing. After a moment she returned her gaze to the page, fingertips lovingly caressing the parchment. It was one of her mothers and had been given to her before the woman had died. Though most mortals believed that the gods could not be killed it was indeed possible under rare circumstances. Colette, Goddess of Learning, had been vanquished by an ogre to the despair of her family and the mortals she patronized. The woman's loss still stung, years later.
As she returned to her book Belle was able to let her worries and concerns melt away.
She turned the page of her book, biting her lip gently as she studied the text. Her title, granted at birth, had shocked some. Some, celestials and mortals alike, believed that a woman could not be both beautiful and intelligent. Yet she'd proven them wrong, at least she hoped. The young goddess paused in her reading to reflect upon the words read, studying the clearing she'd been sitting in. Her blue silk gown would most likely be creased thanks to the tree stump she'd been sitting upon though she imagined she would be able to return to her father's palace without anyone noticing. After a moment she returned her gaze to the page, fingertips lovingly caressing the parchment. It was one of her mothers and had been given to her before the woman had died. Though most mortals believed that the gods could not be killed it was indeed possible under rare circumstances. Colette, Goddess of Learning, had been vanquished by an ogre to the despair of her family and the mortals she patronized. The woman's loss still stung, years later.
As she returned to her book Belle was able to let her worries and concerns melt away.
