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 Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 5:21 am
Eithne didn't like this.
Granted, she didn't like a lot of things, and she figured that she should have been used to it. But it didn't mean she had to LIKE IT, even if it came as regularly as the seasons did.
Really, she supposed, she could think up of a lot of advantages this was to her; traveling about meant making more acquaintances, getting more information, it was good for her job. But she very much disliked it that she had to PACK. And that she was not allowed to call on the maids for help.
Mr Silver had gravely told her that since she didn't want to take over the family business (she could tell he was cursing his old man inwardly for making her marry his mother just because she, Eithne, was his only child for the sake of the business, and now, she had defied their wishes) she could very well forget about being the princess of the family. Mother had begged him to at least let her stay with them, even as Eithne refused to apologize, to concede, and was thoroughly disgusted about how her mom was grovelling, it was then settled; she would still live with them, and go about with them.
Honestly, Eithne had no idea why she had not objected to the arrangement and simply let herself be pulled along. Perhaps, she decided, as she slammed one of her suitcases closed, she was doing it out of what she owed them for giving birth to her. Or something along those lines.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 5:40 am
Berjouhi could tell.
She could tell that her daughter was still mad, very upset about them having to relocate to another area yet again, all just because of her father. Really, perhaps Eithne wouldn't be in such a foul mood if she hadn't told Ethan straight to his face that she would NOT take over the helm. It was like a slap to his face, his ego, and he hadn't been happy. He still wasn't.
She sighed, placing a hand on the doorknob, wincing as her daughter slammed a case, as expected. Berjouhi was hovering between father and daughter; and both had such terrible tempers. If only Eithne had inherited the placid natures of her side of the family, Berjouhi reflected with a sigh. But such things could not be manipulated. Like how her daughter had Ethan's pale skin and orange-reddish hair; she swore that it was their fiery hair that reflected their tempers. Berjouhi's own was a dark brown, and she was silent, peaceful, quiet.
Although, Eithne did have her eyes, she thought fondly.
Another crash interrupted her thoughts and upon reflex, Berjouhi turned to peer in the direction of Ethan's bedroom, hoping he hadn't heard. There was never knowing if they would squabble over such a small matter; which they often did. Sometimes, Eithne didn't seem to hold much respect for her father.
...Alright, most of the time.
"Eithne, dear," She began as she entered the room. "I could always help you pack, you know." She offered, gazing at her daughter, silently pleading her to stop throwing a tantrum.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 6:39 am
Face dark, she spun around to glower at her mother slightly before she resumed packing. "It's alright, really." She said snappishly, moving to the desk to sweep some papers into its corresponding files. "I can deal with it."
"Besides," Eithne said in an entirely calm voice, though her face was still flushed with anger. "I don't like others going through my work stuff. Who knows if a maid was bribed by one of my client's enemies. That would be dreadful." She paused, picking up a pen to scribble some last minute details down. "So this arrangement is all for the best, really." She wasn't only trying to convince Berjouhi, she was also trying to convince herself.
It was hard to, seeing as it was hard to convince her mother of her lie so when she had been tossing things about in a fit of anger, and for the latter, she couldn't fool herself. Not now; it would be better when she calmed down.
"Really, Mother." She waved a hand dismissively. "Go make sure they're not leaving any of your things behind." For an instant, she almost wished she was more like her mother, perhaps she would then not mind moving about. As a gypsy, Berjouhi traveled the life of a nomad, and Eithne could not remember those days; she was merely a child then.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 6:59 am
Sometimes, she really worried for her daughter. She had a blazing temper and if one got too close, it might scorch, burn, tongues of flame lashing out, or it might draw back coldly, not wanting anyone near.
She did this to everyone, even to her own mother, Berjouhi thought sadly, watching her daughter, barely registering the words she said. Her hair had been let down from its usual bun hiding underneath her cap and tumbled to her shoulders. Berjouhi didn't get why she had such lovely hair, and chose to hide it. "They are quite meticulous." She murmured gently, reaching out to tuck a strand behind her daughter's ear.
"Don't continue being mad at your father." She sighed. "It would only make the journey more uncomfortable for you two." She didn't like getting caught in the middle, and Eithne would often turn her an accusatory glare when she tried to pacify the both of them; asking her why she wasn't taking HER side. And when they were back in the bedroom, Ethan would rant about Eithne, and ask her if she agreed with him. She always ended up advising them to calm down.
Such a stubborn family.
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 7:06 am
Eithne ignored her mother and simply grabbed up a nearby hairband to tie up her hair in a swift ponytail; although messy, it's purpose now was to keep her hair out of her face, and it would have to do.
She put her case files neatly into a black case and shut it, this time not with a bang, but gently, the only sound came from the click as it closed. "I'm not angry at him." She muttered, averting her eyes from the worried gaze her mother gave.
No, mother. No.
I'm angry at you.
She waited as she busied herself with finishing up the packing she was doing, waiting for Berjouhi to GET OUT of her room. She doubted highly that the pent up anger in her would explode and she would start accusing her mother, the words pouring out of her mouth, but she was on the edge.
You could never know what would happen if someone gave her that one little push when she was that close to the edge.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 5:32 am
A small sigh escaped her lips. Why, oh why did she have to deny it so? It was, however, as she knew, hopeless to try and reason with her daughter, to tell her that it was better to release her emotions, and confide in someone...preferably Berjouhi, herself.
It was however, not possible. She sighed.
"I'll go see how the rest of the packing is going then." She murmured gently, a hand reaching out to pat Eithne on the shoulder, then after some hesitation, drew the hand back, the smile fading away from her face.
Moving was always such unpleasant business.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 5:37 am
Mother had left.
Oh finally.
Eithne let out a sigh, and sat down on her bed, ignoring the fact that she was supposed to finish up her packing. She was angry at her father, she admitted to herself. But she was angry at her mother more.
She was angry that Berjouhi had gave in, had married her father. And it was supposed to be for her sake? Paah! Eithne didn't like being restrained by the Silver family; she was as temperamental as a wild mustang who strained to break free of the harness they had slipped around her.
She didn't however, and was tamed.
She was angry at Berjouhi for being so submissive to him. Were gypsies supposed to be like that? She wanted to challenge her mother's beliefs. Would they not rather be free? Eithne had no doubts that she could be brought up perfectly well without the support of the wealthy Silver family.
It was all because of her grandfather.
She hated it all.
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