Post by FaunaFawn on Oct 3, 2017 8:46:32 GMT -6
Mingming
The constant swing of the broom, the gentle sound of the tiny fibers of the broom making a swish sound brought her some sort of comfort. A comfort from an old life a life for now she had to forget, that was not her. She was Ming. It was something she had to school herself in, at times within her little makeshift him, she would look at the glass, look at her dyed hair and tell herself "I am Ming, I've always lived in Breim. My mother is a foreigner its where I got the accent." all the things she would repeat until the words floored into. But at times when things were silent, besides the swish of the broom, she remembered, the mare she once was.
At times she had break downs, when she sought out her bridle, only to remember she shouldn't have one here. Everyone here does not bother with such things, but her? She was supposed to wear it in public, but yet Ming does not. She had to remember. She was Ming, the help, a servant. Her role here was not to different from her past life, maybe not as luxurious but she was paid, had money of her own and oddly the first time she got paid she nearly sobbed. Ming shook her head, her black hair tied up and out of her eyes, her tail whisked about freely as it was completely shaved so that perhaps she would not be recognized as this was not her first time here in Briem. Oh no, she came once before, they had brought the dragons and fire, and chaos. She flinched at the thought, she remember the poor frightened dragons, remember their cries, and the cries of the horses. It brought back memories of that... No. Ming bit her bottom lip drawing her back to the now.
Stop Ming, she scolded herself as she continued to sweep the halls in peace, and turned to humming a light tune instead. Something to calm her soul, a song her mother once sang to her, no she thought. A song she still sang now, in her home with father. yes, she liked that idea, she had a family, parents to boot. Even a little brother. A large smile grew at that yes. A family, and her dear friend always visited they were a large family and it was, no is good. A soft smile graced her lips as she hummed along happily pondering the life of Ming and all it could be, ignoring the mare she once was.
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The constant swing of the broom, the gentle sound of the tiny fibers of the broom making a swish sound brought her some sort of comfort. A comfort from an old life a life for now she had to forget, that was not her. She was Ming. It was something she had to school herself in, at times within her little makeshift him, she would look at the glass, look at her dyed hair and tell herself "I am Ming, I've always lived in Breim. My mother is a foreigner its where I got the accent." all the things she would repeat until the words floored into. But at times when things were silent, besides the swish of the broom, she remembered, the mare she once was.
At times she had break downs, when she sought out her bridle, only to remember she shouldn't have one here. Everyone here does not bother with such things, but her? She was supposed to wear it in public, but yet Ming does not. She had to remember. She was Ming, the help, a servant. Her role here was not to different from her past life, maybe not as luxurious but she was paid, had money of her own and oddly the first time she got paid she nearly sobbed. Ming shook her head, her black hair tied up and out of her eyes, her tail whisked about freely as it was completely shaved so that perhaps she would not be recognized as this was not her first time here in Briem. Oh no, she came once before, they had brought the dragons and fire, and chaos. She flinched at the thought, she remember the poor frightened dragons, remember their cries, and the cries of the horses. It brought back memories of that... No. Ming bit her bottom lip drawing her back to the now.
Stop Ming, she scolded herself as she continued to sweep the halls in peace, and turned to humming a light tune instead. Something to calm her soul, a song her mother once sang to her, no she thought. A song she still sang now, in her home with father. yes, she liked that idea, she had a family, parents to boot. Even a little brother. A large smile grew at that yes. A family, and her dear friend always visited they were a large family and it was, no is good. A soft smile graced her lips as she hummed along happily pondering the life of Ming and all it could be, ignoring the mare she once was.
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