@sweetmcsks // DARA KARSTARK WOMEN HELP WOMEN. It is in this feminine power that Una has been steeped into: her mother’s ambition, her paternal grandmother’s cunning. Some of the women she respects have had their names tarnished in history; yet she respects their deeds and action through learning their highs (so that she may soar higher) and their lows (so that she may never make the same mistakes). In her almost 60 years, she has had been blessed with the opportunity to pass down what she has learned; gift to young girls the ways of a proper lady - elegance and strength, gentleness and cunning. It brings her pride when she knows that she has been able to be of a guiding figure for these young women; that she can help them become someone they can be proud of. - Yet Una suddenly forgets herself.
“Aranya?” Her voice rings a half-shout through the small private garden; her young ladies-in-waiting sitting beside her jump and turn their gazes to where Una’s is transfixed. Before them, a ghost. A hand finds its way to Una’s lips, a gasp suppressed in a mere whisper. She gives a small word to her ladies and soon they disperse to another room; and Una makes her way slowly to where the figure stands still under the warm glow of the afternoon. “Aranya? No - it cannot be.”