Topic: Firsts and foremosts

Lirssa Sarengrave

Date: 2009-01-28 15:34 EST
It was a cold day. There was no mistaking that. Lirssa, however, was warm with the run to the Teas 'n' Tomas as well as the news she was eager to share with her tutor. People were as objects to her while she dodged through the afternoon traffic, the bells in her braids jangling wildly. A tiny fairy found a moment's amusement flying beside the girl and making the bells ring even more. It must have been a fleeting amusing, as the fairy did not even stay long enough for Lirssa to get annoyed by it.

The jingling bells were echoed by the ones above the door as Lirssa pushed her way inside. The running did not stop as she flashed a smile and wave to the young lady behind the counter, made a funny face at the old man grumbling about running, and took the steps up two at a time, calling to her tutor, who just assumed would be there. "Mr. Jolly! I've got the most fabulous news!"

Jolyon had arrived early, per usual, to the tea shoppe in preparation for tutoring the spunky tumbler. Lirssa had been his most challenging student to date, full of bargains, rebuttals, and odd logics. She certainly kept him on his toes mentally. His own sister had always been a rather quite, studious, and secretly wicked child. This youngster had no qualms about speaking her mind when she felt the urge. It was that among other things he had taken on as part of the instruction.

Today, however, he had a special surprise. The two glasses had been set out, and the bottle he had been taking with him from resturant to merchant across the city, emptied the near last of its offerings into the glasses. One glass held little more than four sips, while the other a usual glass. Jolyon smiled with pride again. In a year's time and the venture he had promised to succeed had come to fruition. The wines, the bulk of them at least, ready within the next month to be shipped out. His time had been consumed by finding buyers, and buyers he had found.

It would do no harm, he thought, in sharing the winnings with his young student who was at the age when he had first started his samplings of wine under the direction of his parents.

When Lirssa saw the layout of glasses and wine, she did not even think one of them was for her. Instead, she felt completely crestfallen. "Oh, you already know." She dropped her bag of books on the floor next to the seat and plopped down into the stuffed upholstery.

Complete confusion, not unusual with Lirssa, made Jolyon give a fish like impression of not knowing just what to say. Finally, he mustered up, "I know what exactly?"

"That Mrs. Sianna had her babies. Isn't that what you've got wine for?" She was, afterall, accustomed to trying various teas, ciders, and other drinks that all became part of their study hours.

Jolyon sat in his seat and smiled then laughed. "Well, yes, Lirssa, I know, but that does not mean you the news is any less an exciting thing. But these tastings of wine are not in celebration of the births."

It was time for Lirssa to be confused and excited all over again. She sat forward eyeing the glasses. "What are they for?"

Lirssa Sarengrave

Date: 2010-02-03 16:27 EST
Mister Jolly sat across from her, the wingback chair a throne like structure behind him. If he were a king of some land, Lirssa would have said that his crown weighed heavy on him. She saw the sunken shoulders and smudges of tiredness beneath his eyes. So many people were tired these days.

The tea shop customers jingled their way in and out about their own business, while she and her teacher sat in the press of firm cushions. Their accompanying tray of tea and sandwiches, or crumbs in the aftermath of consumed sandwiches, sat on a third chair so they could take up the small round table entirely with books and papers.

Those papers and books were momentarily ignored, cast aside in the wake of the silence between them. She studied him and he studied her. She could feel her heart pounding so hard it pinched with pain. Sweat on her palms made her rub them on her black pants. Scampering down one path then another, her thoughts sketching image after image of what would happen to her.

He was the first to break the silence. "In all good conscience, I could not let this go by without suggesting it, Lirssa. Surely with all our study on society and cultures, you realize you are missing out on some opportunities by studying without peers. You would gain the experience that only immersing yourself in another culture can provide." She saw his hands run down the arms of the tapestry chair. Maybe he was nervous, too, Maybe he felt badly about what he had said. But, then he continued. "I mentioned it to your mother the other evening."

There he hesitated. Her heart stopped. Had they agreed to it' Was she to go away' None of these questions she wanted answered. If she just didn't speak, the idea would go away. She could not keep looking at him straight on, but turned her head to watch him out of the corner of her eye.

His counter move was to forward with a long sigh and fold his hands together. "Lirssa, I love having you as a student. I have learned as much from you as I think you have from me. You are an enormous help, but there are limits to what I can teach you. Some things require those of your age around you."

"I have people my age around me." The defense sprang to her lips without thought.

"Who are your friends, Lirssa. Those near your age?"

"Jeb."

"A street boy with tendencies to pick pocketing."

"Kendall."

"Likewise, other gender."

"Val."

"Well, yes, Val has gotten himself an apprenticeship and continues his education with the Smiths from my understanding. I will give you that one."

She almost said Esther, but"well, no. She couldn't convince anyone of that. She and Esther weren't enemies, but they weren't friends. They barely spoke at all. "The kids at High Spires and the foster homes."

"Lirssa, those are not your friends. You are older than most of them, and they see you not as true friends would see you." Jolyon shook his head and sighed. "Who do you confide worries to, share secrets and jokes, go to events, go swimming, play. Who do you laugh with, Lirssa" Anyone your age?"

Her age. Her age. What's so important about her age" "You could get other students." The words felt mealy in her mouth and thick and unfelt on her tongue. She liked having his attention. She could say something ridiculous and he would laugh, or used to.

"No, Lirssa, I can't do that. So, tell me. I don't know all your friends or your days. Is there anyone?" It wasn't much true. He knew almost everything. Either by her chatter or by his study, she had told him so much.

She knew, of course, what was important about her age. Since she had been born she had balanced on the edge of the adult world, poking her head in with smile and cheer to leaven the lumps of their days. It wouldn't always be like that. She had felt it like holes inside her. Something was missing. Her foot itched and she rubbed at the bandage covering the healing heel and shook her head.

His smile on her was soothing even in her panic. "Your mother said she would speak to your father about it, but I wanted to tell you of it myself so if you had questions you could feel free to ask without concern of hurting others feelings. But," he held up a hand. Ink stained his fingers and there was a cut along his palm she had not noticed before. "It is something you would need to agree upon with your parents should you choose to go. I will not defy their decision."

Her parents. Used to be she could just decide things on her own. Come and go as she wanted, but he was right. He was right about a lot of things. There she wouldn't have to worry about her curse. There she wouldn't be a worry to others. There she could learn new things, more things, and be better. Maybe she could answer the question Mister Mason asked of what she wanted to do when she grew up.

But what if Miss Fio needed her" What if Miss Kyrie needed her? Or...no. No, that was wrong. It was all about her needing them.

But there would be so different. There would have rules she couldn't understand. There she would be alone.

It never scared her before.