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Nyamh Rose
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Gold Dreams
« Thread Started on Feb 22, 2007, 10:47pm »

Rose stared at the loom, pondering her next project. She had already made two tapestries- one of a meadow near her farm and the other a scene from one of her favorite myths. But they did not please her as they should have. The meadow scene was pretty, but was bland and held no meaning to her. The other fire-world scene showed some deeper anger within that frightened her a little more every time she looked at it.

Looking around the room at the multitude of threads in a huge array of colors, three small spools in the corner of a top shelf. One was a soft gold, the second a shimmery silver. But the third was extraordinary. It was the color of the moon, a bluish-pearly iridescent silver. She stood up from her stool and picked them up one by one, studying the thickness and strength of the threads. They were finer than a strand of hair, but no amount of pulling or tugging could break it.

In a moment of spontaneous inspiration, Rose decided she would make three ball gowns- one gown from each of the three threads. True, she would never have any use for them- everything she needed was provided for her here in the castle, and if (no, when, she told herself firmly) she returned home, ball gowns would be completely useless around the farm. But none of that really mattered. What else did she have to do all day with just her white bear for company?

She immediately set to work, deciding to make the first gown with the gold thread. (She wanted to save the moon thread for last.) She brought the small spool over to her loom and began to weave. Soon she was lost in the movement of her fingers, and the cloth was simply matertializing in front of her very eyes. She must have been at the loom for hours when she heard the white bear's sigh as he lay down on the carpet behind her. She turned and gave him a quick smile before returning to her work. The white bear just lay there and watched her work.

Rose decided to tell the white bear stories from her childhood to pass the time. She told him of the farm and her brothers and sisters, and the farm in the mountains. She told him of the forest, the stream (which was named Rosie's stream for the hundereds of times she had fallen in it), and the meadow of which she had done of the tapestry. She told him of Neddy, and eventually found herself telling him of the lie of his birth and how her parents had lied to her from the moment she was born. Then she realized tears were rolling down her cheeks. She smiled weakly at the white bear, trying to apologize for her strange actions. He left the room, leaving her alone with the gold fabric.

She wove for another hour or so, but realized she was very hungry, so she reluctantly set down her shuttle and thread and headed toward the grand dining room.

« Last Edit: Apr 29, 2007, 5:53pm by Nyamh Rose »

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