Legends of Belariath
Brawnwen Romani
She turned on the lavish bed looking out the window, watching the rain come plummeting down upon the dry fields outside. The girl lying back on her pillow looking up at the ceiling, fingers curling into the satin blanket . A deep sigh spilling from those plush lips as she fought the waves of anger and pain that threatened to take over. Memories of the past coming forth to take hold . She bit her bottom lip struggling ot keep from screaming, feeling the blood welling at the bottom lip as it tasted of salt and iron. That too a memory. The knight closed those deep blue eyes and focused on where the pain was coming from. Something pushing forward as she drifted into sleep.
A strong scent drifted up into Brawnwen's senses. The girl slowly opening her eyes in the dream, standing before an altar with Sean nearby. Her wedding day..she was dressed in a beautiful white gown with slit up the side , v neckline plunging showing off the gorgeous cleavage. The gown itself of elven make. No holding back on such a wonderful event in her life. Her long red hair pulled up into thick curls with baby's breath and silver leaves intertwined within the curls. Making her look as if a sweet nymph . A bouquet of white flowers picked from a nearby forest was bound with blue ribbon.
This dream slowly changed.. from that sweet dream to images of them running from the town they ha both grown up in .. running because something was threatening their existence. A happier life Sean had promised. You'll be happier .. I promise you. ..
Again the nightmare changed.. moving deeper into the hidden subconscious memories .. something she feared that would be brought forth and made her scream in the real world. She stood on a blood covered plain.. bodies decorated the land. Elves and man alike torn apart by her sword.. by those that held her collar. The collar that threatened to end her life should she try to escape. But somehow she managed to. She'd managed to escape the orc commander and his company. Running again.. running as much as she could , only taking pauses for breaths and eating .. running till she caught up with Sean and found herself back at the lonely inn. Here she strove to better herself.
The dream changed. Sean was gone..he'd run off and left her at the inn. She had failed in any attempt at a good relationship. She had a teacher who promised to make her better. To help with the alcohol issue that was the only way she knew how to cope with the pain. but Ayres had said that it defiled her made her weak . Even a knight known as Vin .. had said she was weak and worth nothing. that she was better off as a bard and an inn keep then a knight. Knights who gave into their emotions were better off dead.
She knew better. She knew there was more to what lay beneath the skin. Her dream turned towards frost. One of the only friends she had besides Ayres her teacher. How he smiled at her as if she were a present to unwrap. Something hiding behind that gaze. Lust wrapped up in promise of something more grand. To help her gain a further foothold on her becoming a knight.
Was she always to be this way ? The woman that no one saw . She was just a lost thing.. The girl everyone joked with play around punched i n the arm.. she punched back, joked back. But she wanted more .. wanted so much more. She wanted to make someone proud of what she had accomplished. Wanted someone closer than a friend. But knew it would never happen. She would not allow herself to fall like that. Not after Sean leaving not after the wa things had ended with Kinkaid.. or deacon. She'd not find herself in that path again. Frost was a friend nothing more than that. She told herself as she came awake . Looking in the mirror across the room. Her haphazard red hair spiraling donw her shoulders band back.
She'd grown up with five older brothers, Emanuele, Armand, Lucian, Nicoli, Rinaldo. They taught her how to fight how to survive through the tough boys that came to pull on her pony tails and make her angry. She'd lost that somehow. Lost how to control that bitter anger that threatened to consume. She'd grown up fighting in street brawls, fighting in the bars when she'd grown old enough. Her mother was Luminista her father Gregori Romani. They had traveled long and far to bring their children to the safe little unknown town.
She'd moved past the brawls past the drinking. Thanks to Ayre's who was honing her skills as a knight. Thanks to Frost who'd become her close friend and confidant. Both men helping her to move forward instead of back. The girl now serving at the Lonely Inn as a inn keep. Having been hired by Ehlanna . Many thanks . as her way of showing her loyalty she has had a set of mithril nipple piercings , a mithril tattoo with a snow flake wrapped in ethereal flame in black and green hues. upon her rib cage beneath the breast. She has had the creed placed above it " Death Before Dishonor " She has also had a clit piercing done in mithril as well. She is quite often found training in Thalis castle arena. Or in the tli arena as well. Or she can be found behind the bar of the lonely inn. Listening to stories and making jokes with others. Still waiting for the day when that knight in shining armor will come to rescue her heart and bring it up from the depths of pain . Or teach her how to survive without a mate. Without having to lean against someone else to survive the bitter nights.