Rosalind's Story: The Rose and the Land

Amelia

Silence was greeted the young woman, something that even she had not expected. On a normal day such as this, Amelia was found at home doing her usual breakfast cooking. A thought crossed her mind for a moment, perhaps she simply didn't hear the bell sound its song? Her hand traced its previous pattern to ring it once again, but it made it only half way before the door swung open slowly.

Caitlyn: "Ah, there is my good friend, still as beautiful as ever" She chimed.

Amelia: "Oh come now, you know that is not true, years have done to me what swords themselves couldn't" She would declare with spicy and sarcastic retort.

The woman standing inside the doorway was none other than the friend that Caitlyn had been speaking of all this time. An angelic presence, as if God had sent down one of his own to aid this world with beauty. Hair that could match feathery down in not only texture, but in color. It could be said among others that the only one prettier and beauteous on the face of the planet was Mother Nature herself. Red eyes were accompanying the hair to provide what was obviously albinism in nature. Still, despite seeming so different, Amelia was treated fairly by her friends, and even most of the good people in the kingdom. Amelia had to stare downwards to meet eyes with Caitlyn who was a fine foot below her. It was not that Caitlyn herself was short, it more so that Amelia was a giant among the people of the kingdom, reaching heights of 6'2.

A silk-woven dress danced in the incoming breeze as the taller woman stepped out of the way.

Amelia: "What friend would I be if I allowed a friend of my own to sit outside while I am making breakfast? Please, you always will have a home he--" She quickly stated, yet briefly paused when she noticed what Caitlyn was holding. . .

Those crimson eyes of hers darted down further to meet eyes with the baby resting in her mother's embrace, and all at once, her heart felt punctured.

Amelia: "DEAR ME, I understand you love me so, but you needn't have brought a present! Such a pretty little flower you hold! Come, COME!"

The large woman couldn't have sounded more rushed to get the mother inside. Caitlyn rolled her eyes harder than normal, all while brandishing that smile on her face for all to see. She knew to expect a loving woman to open that door, but to think that Rosalind could magnify that inital response nearly ten fold was extraordinarily unexpected. . .but she found more joy than surprise.

Caitlyn: "Now you hear my words, Amelia, this is my child, and I shall not--"

Amelia: "Have you spoil her rotten, yes, yes I am aware darling. We have been over this in more instances than the church choirs on a singular movement."

Caitlyn took in a sharp breath, holding back an entire weeks worth of lectures that she had been meaning to give her since they last conversed. She shook her head ever so gently left, then followed suit to the right, and repeated this process thrice.

Amelia: "Trust me, the most she'll ever get from me is a sweet dinner garnished with fruits from my garden."

Amelia took Caitlyn by the arm, leading her like a mother does a child whenever they don't want them to get lost. She guided them right over to a humble little sitting furniture piece, crafted expertly with carvings in wood. Amelia placed her friend onto the furniture, and traced her steps backwards in order to get a grand look at the both of them. Mother and Daughter, sitting on fine wood cut down from the outskirts of the kingdom. She was eyeing them both like a noble examining an exotic animal, tilting her head in both directions before nodding contently.

Amelia: "Apologies for being so odd from my normal behavior, it's just such a sight to see. The bond between a mother and her newborn is of only the most wholesome sights that have ever graced these eyes of mine."

Caitlyn: "And here I thought you were, acting no different then you normally do, and you call this behavior. . .odd, was it?"

Amelia: "Oh cease with your witty remarks, you're my guest, and I intend to treat you even more hospitable than last. Tea today, from herbs from the garden, something to soothe any worries, mayhaps?"

Caitlyn: "Outstanding, why I never do know why you never put that future sight of yours to good use, tea was just on my mind. .  will you also peruse my thoughts for what I will be eating for breakfast in the next week?"

Amelia: "Next week? My cooking of course, why we haven't crossed words with one another in the longest of times, I should think you'll be visiting me much more now after all, and if not, I'll be more than happy to come find you instead."

Caitlyn shuddered, knowing all too well that Amelia would love nothing more than to hound her out and force a session of lunch. She wouldn't put it past her to completely seal her away inside the house so that she may never leave! No, perhaps she was simply letting her imagination do the talking. . .

Caitlyn: "I shall do my best to see you more often if that would make you content, my dearest friend. Though, I think we can both agree that it isn't exactly me you want to see. . .is it?"

Amelia: "Now what ever would cause a thought such as that to interrupt your peaceful and mindful head?" She asked with a smirk, and a raised brow.

Caitlyn: "Oh, between your incandescent eyes and their unusual pattern of examining my baby girl, I just don't know which one to out as the source of my point. . ."

Amelia and Caitlyn both laughed, with the snowy haired woman soon leaving to retrieve the tea she had so eagerly promised. For once in the week, things were appearing quite the less stressful for Caitlyn, and she had a friend to be there for her, as well as to thank for bringing her a helping of joy in her trying times.