the wind among the gardens

And he whose tongue spoke so foul of that rose had provoked it's thorns, it's pricking guard, and what a fool he was to think himself superior. Lady Myra Tyce of Queensgarden.

[myratyce]

Past || Myra & [Open]

          Reflecting on one’s past was a dangerous business. It was a past time full of rose-tinted memories and nostalgia staining the truth. Myra knew better, knew she must know better or she would be quite foolish. Yet sometimes she played that fool. A fool who clung to the simplicity of what life had been for the unknowing. A beautiful world where fighting was not and worries were few. But she’d learned young that wasn’t the truth, learned to hide behind pretty words and her truly warm heart. She was not hated by many to this day, was free to wander among the woods and flowers about Queensgarden yet quarrel with her brothers and love them the same. She adored her sister and treated her in kind.

          But in the dead of night, she found herself thinking on what this world could have been. Should have been. It was a rare thought, one she hated entertaining but knew not how to banish. And after sitting up among her linens she might find herself needing to tie on a dressing gown, retrieve a candle, and wander among the halls. Often she was left alone to do so. Not many souls joined her worrying one and even those that did rarely crossed her path or said hello.

          Though on such a night as this, when that rare soul faced her and acknowledged her, she smiled, nodded even, before facing back to the window, reflecting on a moonlit courtyard and the swimming in her head. Perhaps they would speak. Perhaps they would not. She knew not. But maybe it was time she stopped letting her mind roam alone in the dark.

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[myratyce]

Past || Myra & [Open]

          Reflecting on one's past was a dangerous business. It was a past time full of rose-tinted memories and nostalgia staining the truth. Myra knew better, knew she must know better or she would be quite foolish. Yet sometimes she played that fool. A fool who clung to the simplicity of what life had been for the unknowing. A beautiful world where fighting was not and worries were few. But she'd learned young that wasn't the truth, learned to hide behind pretty words and her truly warm heart. She was not hated by many to this day, was free to wander among the woods and flowers about Queensgarden yet quarrel with her brothers and love them the same. She adored her sister and treated her in kind.

          But in the dead of night, she found herself thinking on what this world could have been. Should have been. It was a rare thought, one she hated entertaining but knew not how to banish. And after sitting up among her linens she might find herself needing to tie on a dressing gown, retrieve a candle, and wander among the halls. Often she was left alone to do so. Not many souls joined her worrying one and even those that did rarely crossed her path or said hello.

          Though on such a night as this, when that rare soul faced her and acknowledged her, she smiled, nodded even, before facing back to the window, reflecting on a moonlit courtyard and the swimming in her head. Perhaps they would speak. Perhaps they would not. She knew not. But maybe it was time she stopped letting her mind roam alone in the dark.

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The Chronicles of Amber Dreamcast Gemma Arterton as Deirdre

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[pascellabeauroza]

What Brings You Here? | Pascella & Myra.

[pascellabeauroza]

Pascella watched as the woman jumped from her horse and turned to address her, it was deathly cold out here, especially at night and Pascella was growing chilly; she wondered how the girl felt out riding this late. 

"That’s quite alright." Pascella commented, knowing that some loathed parties, she merely loathed the company she shared but didn’t mind them at the best of times. In any case, she couldn’t quite understand what would make anyone want to venture into the dark to get away from the loud shrewdness of such gatherings, yet Pascella had to remind herself that some people found this place beautiful- she had merely been in Winterhaven too long to appreciate it’s beauty, all she seen was an icy fortress where the cold sucked every ounce of happiness from you.

"But there are other things to do than catch your death." Pascella added with a simple chuckle. "And I cannot imagine what you ought to see in this darkness." For the night was as dark as coal and as cold as a place trapped in Winter should be. "Come along inside." She went on, to go and meet the girl at the bottom of the steps, steps that often froze and became slippery.

"The woods are dangerous at night- had you fallen no one would have heard your cries and you may have frozen to death." Pascella said through the dark courtyard, they were the only two out here and somehow Pascella appreciated the silence, it was loud inside and so very warm. Although a second ago she was glad to be in the cold where the chill would cool her but now she wished she were back in front of an open fire, she understood this girl perhaps felt similar but it was rude to assume, and she doubted very much that this woman would complain of the cold if she were out galloping through the woods at dark.

Besides that, Pascella didn’t mean to cold or frighten the woman, merely only warn the obvious Queensgarden bred girl that Winterhaven was quite different. “I do not mean to frighten you.” She added with a wistful smile. “Just a warning- besides, what is your name?” Her tone was a lot kinder, feeling slightly guilty for lecturing the woman for being foolish when she did not know, something like a mother would do, she supposed.

[myratyce]

     Myra laughed, knowing that she was just a little foolish for having rode off into the woods, she could feel the chill on her face even now, still draped in fabrics and furs. She would never wish to live in Winterhaven, it was not quite for her. But she appreciated it in what it was and exploring it had suited her for a time. 

     "I'm aware. But I suppose I had to be the curious fool for a night or something would be wrong in the world." She loved to adventure off, no matter where, to rest among the world, not the people that inhabited it. To smell the fresh pines and listen to the crunch of snow under her horses gallops, there was a splendor to that which no party or poet could quiet capture. Still, Myra would not venture on her lonesome again. She knew the Queen would know better of these lands than her, even at Myra's wisest. Her intelligence was that of the books when it came to harsh chill. It would be best she go out in nothing less than a pair, be it with her sister or King Deston, whomever it may be.

     Myra was content to be accompanied back inside to the warmth that welcomed her in the way a kind greeting might. She would be more inclined to love such warmth even in the beauty of the North. It was habit. The winds of Queensgarden were much different than those here.

     "I am Lady Myra Tyce, Your Majesty. It is quite alright, I do not scare so easy and I should be grateful for information that I would otherwise not posses. It is far different here from what I know and I knew that to be the case." She would most certainly heed the Queen's warning for it was wise that she did. And it was few and far between that Myra would choose to be unwise. The furs were quick to become too warm within the walls of the castle but she showed no signs of discomfort, only gratitude.

[pascellabeauroza]

What Brings You Here? | Pascella & Myra.

With the whole of Winterhaven in a sort of buzz with all the new faces bobbing around, Pascella grew into ease that avoiding Deston would be a little easier, thus not having to stroll around in odd parts of the castle to keep away from the hateful King, not that she expected him to be in anyway joyous about seeing her, the feeling was mutual. The one thing Pascella didn’t have however was time, she felt her life slipping away and knew full well that the King was probably off thinking up ways to get rid of her, thus keeping in his good books was something she wanted to do and that resulted in keeping away from him entirely. These events kept him at bay with all the new people around celebrating a joyous occasion and for once, Pascella didn’t feel totally on edge.

Every night the hall boasted miraculous dancing and singing, where music would play and people would laugh and eat until they got fat. There were no room for sore feelings, thankfully. No one however was desperate to be in the company of the Queen of Winterhaven, she knew they all talked behind her back when she wasn’t there and knew she was almost the second best Queen that her husband would have preferred but she did not care what most of these aristocratic fools thought of her, just that her nieces were happy. Andromaque she couldn’t help noticing however, was in a joyous mood as she laughed merrily among the men she was sitting with. It made Pascella seethe to see her so happy, to see her with everything while she sat here where her sister and brother had left her all those years ago to rot, but rot she would not; she was a rose that fully intended to bloom, for she had her own motives up her sleeve.

Unable to stand the happiness of her siblings across the hall, Pascella slipped from the party and out into the lonely halls of Winterhaven where the music and laughter echoed and the shadows danced up the wall from simmering candles ready to quiver out. Immediately she felt colder, she was in a simple blue dress that offered no warmth for the cold winter snows that Winterhaven promised, alas she did not think such furs were neccessary at an event, inside the hall was so warm with all the people and the fires and now it was silence.

She strode down the hall however, finding the cool air was nice on her face. As she moved she heard horses hooves approaching, whoever would be out attending the horses at this hour? She thought. She found herself at the entrance of the Palace, just above the steps, seeing a woman climb down from a white horse, her dark hair flowing behind her and shimmering under the shade of the moonlight. Whatever was a young maiden doing out in the dead of night and not in the hall?

Pascella made herself known as she stepped out atop the steps. “You’ll catch your death if you linger out here any longer.” Pascella said immediately, looking down upon her; offering the strange woman a smile. “What brings you here?” And so late.

[myratyce]

     Since the arrival of the Tyce family there had been festivities day in and day out. Grandeur, laughing and dancing, great feasts. In it's nature it was all so lovely, made to suit even the finest of appetites. But while Myra could appreciate the gestures, could partake in every other little thing, she so valued her own time, what the world had to offer her. Part of Winterhaven's appeal was it's vast differences from Queensgarden and she wanted to be able to appreciate them as much as she could. After all, how often would she be able to enjoy it?

     One of their mares, white of the moon, had been more than good company to her when she rode out at sunset, cloaked in furs to hide away from the harsh cold of the brittle air. While the whipping winds did not bother her, she was not suited for this weather and she knew that well.

     When twilight was nearing it's end, she had the common sense to ride back from her venture out. The cold was picking up strength and soon she would be blind and frozen if she did not think wisely.

     Upon her return, however, she did not expect to be greeted by the Queen of Winterhaven. Pascella did not share her affinity for a kind heart, that was what tongues spoke of her. A rose who had certainly not shed her thorns but rather wore them with pride. However, there was something to be admired in that. Myra did not truly know the woman on a personal level and who would she be to call her out or loathe her simply on the foul words of others.

     "Your Majesty." Myra bowed her head and curtseyed briefly. "I am not one for such grand parties most of the time. Not to offend, it is merely not always for me." She could enjoy the festivities, dance and laugh in merriment, but sometimes she needed a midnight ride or time to lay out on the green, at least she would in Queensgarden. Here, she had to make some new rules.

[ofdarkwater]

Gemma Arterton as Clara Webb in Byzantium

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[myratyce]

Winter Winds || Myra and ?

     Carriage rides were by no means something Myra favored. She was far more inclined to ride off on her own, the freshness of the air gusting by her, wind whipping her hair around were it not tied up. And should she not have acknowledged the necessity of her personal affects and the importance of a certain image, she might have easily opted to take her stallion. Perseus had not been out for a ride in at least a week and she knew she'd much prefer to venture out with him rather than on one of the horses in Winterhaven. They knew each other, there was something to be said for that.

     Still, upon arriving in the chill of the North, Myra reconsidered her desire to ride up. She would not be properly dressed for the climate until settled in where they set her up and it was a far harsher climate than that of Queensgarden. While she would still opt to go out on rides and walks over huddling up in the castle, she knew there would be certain times where that would not be the fit thing to do. Myra was many things but not unwise.

     Winterhaven had a certain beauty to it that she would not see in Queensgarden, something she could appreciate for brief times. She looked forward to seeing Deston in a way very few did. Loathing was not something she considered bestowing upon the man until given reason to do so. Even if she had, this was meant to me a gathering of joy. Still, she found herself uncertain that Drago and Irene were really the most suitable pair, certainly not the wisest.

     But she did not refrain from smiling upon exiting into the chilled air, gazing about before setting foot into the castle, the cold perhaps just a little too much to handle at this very moment, even with all her grace.

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[myratyce]

Carry this child along with you wind, far into a golden land.

I did not die a queen, nor a martyr. Not a warrior or a diplomat. I did not spread songs to the corners of this world, telling tales, righting wrongs. I died a child of the wind, among the flowers and fawns.

           Myra would not regret the life she lived. For all that she had argued with her family, she had loved them more than that. For all that she had wished for another, more peaceful life, she appreciated the one she had for what it was worth. She had lived it to the extent she could, nurturing and loving and forgiving. This world could be beautiful among it's many scars and she did what she could to restore it, to live in it with an kind heart that she showed as much as she could. To her brother and sister, whom ruled over Queensgarden who she always admired, to the King of the North who showed her the same kindness he had when she was young, to her other family, the acquaintances she had made, and to the wounded in the woods. She loved as openly as she could, even with her hard head her heart was soft.

          She did not expect to die tragically and she did not. Tragedy wasn't what her life was meant for though it could have traveled that route if she had been careless, that she knew. Rather she fell ill, her nurse and maidens saw it happen, knew her body would not be able to fight this off. But she would not die in a bed, not go without seeing the world and fighting as much as she could. When it became terminal she walked through the woods, barefoot, wind blowing her hair and garments about. She was at peace here, until she found a wounded fawn. 

          Kneeling at it's side, she saw it unable to put the fight she was though she knew, knew it would not go if it could stand once more. She would not live on but it certainly would. It was her last action of kindness. To mend it's leg, to nurse it and get it upright, concern masking her face. 

          "You cannot die today, you mustn't or I will be quite cross." She stood with it, leading it away before it began to walk on it's own and she smiled, as if it was not her last day on the planet, not the last thing she would ever do. 

          She gazed around, the warm woods letting sun peak in among the shadows, warmth surrounded her as she listened to the calm brook nearby, the flutter of birds wings. It smelled homely and her body just wanted to rest on this ground. Rest forever more as she laid herself down, admiring the perspective before she shut her eyes, letting the melodies of these woods lull her into a deep rest, forevermore a child of the earth who would love beyond the bounds of her untimely end. 

          She would not die in a dark room. She died among the beginnings of her golden future, void of the trouble that plagued this land.

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