Post by Maeve on Jan 12, 2012 21:09:45 GMT -5
Maeve had just finished her daily sparring leaving several practice dummies demolished and ready for fixing. They all lay scattered and disheveled across the ground. She was better with a sword than with most other weapons and she honestly needed to work on that. For now though she chose to fight with a sword.
Sweat trickled down her brow as she ran her hand through her short black hair. It was definitely time to head to the cabin and relax. She smiled. Maybe even sneak a glass of wine. She knew she was underage and also that her father, Dionysus, was forbidden to drink any. That didn't bother her in the slightest.
Maeve sheathed the sword she was using and threw it onto her back. She looked around before heading toward her cabin. Just like every other day she was wearing no shoes. She liked to feel the grass beneath her feet. As she walked she dug her feet into the ground.
Soon her cabin came into sight. The adobe like walks covered in green and purple grapes and vines. Maeve could smell the aroma of wine floating gracefully from the windows. It reminded her of the pictures she had seen of an italian villa. She hoped maybe one day she could see a real italian villa for herself. Walking through the door was like walking into a wine cellar. It was dark and chilly. Instead of wine racks the walls were lined with beds dressed in rich purple sheets. Each bed was identical except one, Maeve's.
Maeves bed had the same purple sheets but surrounding it was a lavender lace canopy. Several vine plants in pots sat on her side table along with a book on sword techniques. In place of the normal pillow were 3 fuzzy violet pillows. A large trunk was at the end of her bed. Her name was painted neatly on it in purple letters. Other than those changes the room was bare.
Maeve crept over to her trunk even though no one was in the room with her. She opened the lid and shifted a few items before pulling out a half empty bottle of red wine. She uncorked the bottle and took a deep draw of it's contents. Sighing she plopped onto her bed. Nothing could be better than this,she thought to herself before taking another drink. No wonder her parents enjoyed it so much.