Pride goeth before a fall.
Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2003 8:59 am
There she sat, happily so. Ensconsed in though and repetive looping of previous events.
Phlynn was in thoes thoughts, short and somewhat painfull scuffle plucked apart. -- "Fine. I don't need your help."
Words echoed across her mind like misty remembrances of dreams. His words, so full of boyish pride and firery idealisim.
That made her chuckle, out loud and to herself as she sat there like an old woman in front of the fire.
"I'll .. rip up all of your flowers!" Again his words, a shake of her head given. Setting rhe wiskey dusk of mane to tumble. Why did he and his spoken words invade the solace of her mind.
Happy life, quiet life.. untill she had gotten herself involved in yet another mess of politics and hatred.
A frown now. Smooth, fine brows bending together in a kiss of grace as she sat there. It was as if she were Joan of Arc and had been suddendly cursed with the voices of insanity. -- "I'm p-.. perfectly - fine. I don't need your help."
Again with that pridefull plea. Ye Gods, would that small , faltering, stuttering voice ever let her be. Haunted by a small boy,
again she laughed. Softly and with sarcastic mirth. This was a first,
Indeed it was as her teachers had said. Pride did go before falling.
Phlynn was in thoes thoughts, short and somewhat painfull scuffle plucked apart. -- "Fine. I don't need your help."
Words echoed across her mind like misty remembrances of dreams. His words, so full of boyish pride and firery idealisim.
That made her chuckle, out loud and to herself as she sat there like an old woman in front of the fire.
"I'll .. rip up all of your flowers!" Again his words, a shake of her head given. Setting rhe wiskey dusk of mane to tumble. Why did he and his spoken words invade the solace of her mind.
Happy life, quiet life.. untill she had gotten herself involved in yet another mess of politics and hatred.
A frown now. Smooth, fine brows bending together in a kiss of grace as she sat there. It was as if she were Joan of Arc and had been suddendly cursed with the voices of insanity. -- "I'm p-.. perfectly - fine. I don't need your help."
Again with that pridefull plea. Ye Gods, would that small , faltering, stuttering voice ever let her be. Haunted by a small boy,
again she laughed. Softly and with sarcastic mirth. This was a first,
Indeed it was as her teachers had said. Pride did go before falling.