05-19-2010, 09:24 PM
D'Neville Mansion, Gardens.
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After settling into her room on the first floor of the D'Neville Mansion the night before, Jezebel spent the remainder of the evening getting reacquainted with the concept of having a roof over her head, and a comfortable bed to sleep in. The best part was that it was all her own. It had a door, a lock and a window that gave her a clear view of the pool, and gardens beyond. One of the more endearing parts of the rustic building was not the architecture, or the location, but the fellow clan members that also chose the mansion as their place of residence. She had yet to meet any of them in person, but she could hear their movements through the walls, and the roof as she lay in bed last night. It was a comfort she would have never dreamed of asking for, but was silently thankful for.
But when morning came around, and the first light began painting the skies in the soft pastels of dawn, the ashen woman was already well awake. She was used to waking up so early because of her travels; always wanting to make the best out of a good day. Outside, the birds were singing sweetly, and it drew a smile to her lips. Jezebel followed the melody of the songbirds out onto the gardens where she walked quietly through the overgrown flora, enjoying the quiet beauty of the flowers that were just beginning to spread their pedals to catch the first rays of golden warmth. The garden had not been tended to in years, but the overgrowth added character to what was once a perfectly manicured arrangement of species when the humans still lived here; she had seen pictures of similar gardens in the books she scavenged before, and she always found herself marveling at the obsession humans had with taming nature.
A splash of brilliant white caught her eye as she rounded a corner, and she moved closer for a better look. It was a rose. The half light of the dawn gave the flower a good deal of contrast against the surrounding shade of dark green. Jezebel placed a hand on her thigh and bent forward, canting her head to the side as she regarded the perfect spiral of the budding plant. The white was fringed with a light peach color. Or maybe it was more pink. She couldn't be sure in the poor light, but the joy it inspired was enough to paint an even bigger smile on her pale lips. She reached out with her free hand, and with a claw, carefully cut the rose from the plant. There were many younger buds to take the place of the one she took, so she didn't feel guilty in the least for procuring such a simple treasure.
Pushing herself to full height, and brushing a stray tendril of hair behind her ear, she lifted the rose to her nose and inhaled, "Mmm, wonderful." With the rose in hand, she continued on her leisurely walk through the gardens.
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After settling into her room on the first floor of the D'Neville Mansion the night before, Jezebel spent the remainder of the evening getting reacquainted with the concept of having a roof over her head, and a comfortable bed to sleep in. The best part was that it was all her own. It had a door, a lock and a window that gave her a clear view of the pool, and gardens beyond. One of the more endearing parts of the rustic building was not the architecture, or the location, but the fellow clan members that also chose the mansion as their place of residence. She had yet to meet any of them in person, but she could hear their movements through the walls, and the roof as she lay in bed last night. It was a comfort she would have never dreamed of asking for, but was silently thankful for.
But when morning came around, and the first light began painting the skies in the soft pastels of dawn, the ashen woman was already well awake. She was used to waking up so early because of her travels; always wanting to make the best out of a good day. Outside, the birds were singing sweetly, and it drew a smile to her lips. Jezebel followed the melody of the songbirds out onto the gardens where she walked quietly through the overgrown flora, enjoying the quiet beauty of the flowers that were just beginning to spread their pedals to catch the first rays of golden warmth. The garden had not been tended to in years, but the overgrowth added character to what was once a perfectly manicured arrangement of species when the humans still lived here; she had seen pictures of similar gardens in the books she scavenged before, and she always found herself marveling at the obsession humans had with taming nature.
A splash of brilliant white caught her eye as she rounded a corner, and she moved closer for a better look. It was a rose. The half light of the dawn gave the flower a good deal of contrast against the surrounding shade of dark green. Jezebel placed a hand on her thigh and bent forward, canting her head to the side as she regarded the perfect spiral of the budding plant. The white was fringed with a light peach color. Or maybe it was more pink. She couldn't be sure in the poor light, but the joy it inspired was enough to paint an even bigger smile on her pale lips. She reached out with her free hand, and with a claw, carefully cut the rose from the plant. There were many younger buds to take the place of the one she took, so she didn't feel guilty in the least for procuring such a simple treasure.
Pushing herself to full height, and brushing a stray tendril of hair behind her ear, she lifted the rose to her nose and inhaled, "Mmm, wonderful." With the rose in hand, she continued on her leisurely walk through the gardens.