Annalee (lalatiel) wrote in world_of_wonder,

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So I get these little flashes of... whatever... every now and again. Little seeds of story ^_^ Usually I don't know where I'm going with them, or do anything about them, but they're interesting. This one has a vague sense of direction. Stick it with your own meaning.

This was inspired by Solace. Which, for the record, is a new-age sort of group that creates primarily East Indian music. Beautiful stuff.

“ Mama, no!” cried Maridah, clutching her sari around her.

“ Maridah...” said her mother gently. “ You don’t have a choice...”

“ Please, Mama!” pleaded Maridah. Her hair, usually bound up, fell in dark curtains around her face, clearly showing the inbraided strands of gold. “ I- I can’t-”

“ Maridah, flower,” said her mother, “ As a member of Ahdak society-” here she gestured to the strands of gold in Maridah’s hair “- you don’t have a choice. I don’t have a choice.”

“ No!” sobbed the young woman. “ No, you can’t- I can’t- please... please Mama...”

“ Maridah!” Her mother’s voice was harsh now, and she didn’t look at her daughter. “ Do not disappoint your family.”

Maridah cried out as if she had been struck by a dagger, and clutched her heart. Tears sparkled in her eyes.

“ Mama!” Her voice was a hoarse whisper. “ Please- nothing means more to me than my family. I would do anything for you. I will do anything for you. I do not want to disappoint you.”

“ Good,” said her mother, an unidentifiable emotion in her voice. Was it guilt? “ Now go get ready. He won’t wait forever.”
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