Post by Vanner on Nov 9, 2010 20:09:12 GMT -8
It is mine.
A woman of science is often deemed a distasteful one. However, Briseis was here to change this. Her father, a dabbling alchemist and herbalist of Mediterranean bureaucracy, had plans for her. She remembered on her fifteenth birthday, a small 300-person get together that only her father's closest advocates and admirers had attended, and having her whereabouts and tales of her intelligence shouted across hundreds of people as she sat in her biggest, most alabaster wig.
"She'll bring to the other Nations that science is afoot, science is beauty, and science can be used to defend their cities in furtively and in shadow, like a woman herself."
The crowd roared with laughter.
This was her lifestyle, convincing the world that they should put their pockets and their thoughts in science.
Icy blue eyes, pearlescent skin, ruby red hair. Her disposition was open minded and challenging, raised by a proud man who needed his youngest child to keep his pockets heavy and name known. Briseis had a mind for the outdoors, spending most of her time writing at her black cherry desk at the gigantic lead window which peered to the Mediterranean Sea, her father's herb garden and their pasture of horses. She believed in her father's choices in her, knowing her place as a woman to be married to a rich and [hopefully...no, absolutely] handsome boy with a systematic brain, who her father could talk with in ease and in scientific means.
Briseis was obviously not like the other royal women of the time. She was learned in things like alchemy and potions making, in addition to writing and Latin. Raised to be independent but respectful, gentlemen found her quite intriguing as her words were seeped in confidence and male respect, and her teasing nature made her irresistible. This is why Briseis' father had chosen her to Go out into the world, not her older brother Freya. Freya was just as handsome with his pale, redheaded composition. Their kin joked that the family was descended of Aphrodite Herself with their firey locks and ocean eyes. However, Freya lacked the social compatibilities to marry out of their Nation's fragile social structure. He would stay and marry with a nearby family, probably the a woman of the Goncetti family. He was not more expendable than his sister, but his quick mathematical skill and higher thinking skills kept him near his Father's side. He would be just as successful, but not in the same varieties as Briseis.
This was her time to shine. Her father would be proud. Her Nation would be proud, and science would be known by everyone.
A woman of science is often deemed a distasteful one. However, Briseis was here to change this. Her father, a dabbling alchemist and herbalist of Mediterranean bureaucracy, had plans for her. She remembered on her fifteenth birthday, a small 300-person get together that only her father's closest advocates and admirers had attended, and having her whereabouts and tales of her intelligence shouted across hundreds of people as she sat in her biggest, most alabaster wig.
"She'll bring to the other Nations that science is afoot, science is beauty, and science can be used to defend their cities in furtively and in shadow, like a woman herself."
The crowd roared with laughter.
This was her lifestyle, convincing the world that they should put their pockets and their thoughts in science.
Icy blue eyes, pearlescent skin, ruby red hair. Her disposition was open minded and challenging, raised by a proud man who needed his youngest child to keep his pockets heavy and name known. Briseis had a mind for the outdoors, spending most of her time writing at her black cherry desk at the gigantic lead window which peered to the Mediterranean Sea, her father's herb garden and their pasture of horses. She believed in her father's choices in her, knowing her place as a woman to be married to a rich and [hopefully...no, absolutely] handsome boy with a systematic brain, who her father could talk with in ease and in scientific means.
Briseis was obviously not like the other royal women of the time. She was learned in things like alchemy and potions making, in addition to writing and Latin. Raised to be independent but respectful, gentlemen found her quite intriguing as her words were seeped in confidence and male respect, and her teasing nature made her irresistible. This is why Briseis' father had chosen her to Go out into the world, not her older brother Freya. Freya was just as handsome with his pale, redheaded composition. Their kin joked that the family was descended of Aphrodite Herself with their firey locks and ocean eyes. However, Freya lacked the social compatibilities to marry out of their Nation's fragile social structure. He would stay and marry with a nearby family, probably the a woman of the Goncetti family. He was not more expendable than his sister, but his quick mathematical skill and higher thinking skills kept him near his Father's side. He would be just as successful, but not in the same varieties as Briseis.
This was her time to shine. Her father would be proud. Her Nation would be proud, and science would be known by everyone.
