Melinda took her trembling hands and turned them palms up. “It is traditional that acolytes receive three gifts from their sisters before going on their destiny quest,” she said. Into her palms, Melinda pressed a silver brooch shaped like a swan. Fair-haired Rhianna handed her a green silk ribbon with a sprig of mistletoe embroidered on it and from dark-eyed Aileen, a small pewter cup. “I thank you all,” Larah began, trying to remember the ritual, “for your kindness, wisdom, and love.” She poured water from a flask into the cup and drank from it. “May I return with my soul cleansed, with knowledge gained from reflection.” With the ribbon, she tied her hair. “Our oaths bind us to the truth that all things are ultimately linked together.” Finally, she pinned the brooch to her tunic; “From this, I draw the strength …show more content…
“What is this? You have already given me a gift.” “Not a gift, but an heirloom. Anya gave these to me when I left on my destiny quest.” Larah pulled the drawstring, and out fell three small white pebbles. Her eyes brightened. “These are your illumination stones. I cannot take these.” “Do not argue. They are yours. Use them wisely, and they will cast light into the darkness.” Larah’s eyes glistened. “How can I ever repay you, for what you have done for me?” Melinda smiled. “Be true to yourself, and do not let this world consume you. I look forward to seeing you again.” “I promise,” Larah replied. Sniffing back tears, she slipped the stones back into the bag and tucked it into her tunic. With a heavy heart, she turned her horse away from the women and struggled to ignore the quiet lamentations behind her. Yes, my sister Melinda, I will miss you most of all, for if anyone has ever been a mother to me, it has been you. With that, she dug her heels into the horse’s flanks. Like the air rippling through her hair, a thought repeated itself through her mind - I must find what these images mean before it’s too
“I took a deep breath and listened to the deep brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.” She wears the latter part of this quote on a necklace to remind herself that she is present and alive despite hardships.
“Just always stay brave and never give up,Stay the way you are.” Fred said smiling.
" What is it " I asked looking at them in concern. Voltaire pushes them out the door and hushes them. He brought back a small piece of armor and I looked in the reflection.
“As they walk down the aisle, people who were my middle-school lab partners or gym buddies glared at me.” ( Anderson 3) The book Speak is about a girl, Melinda. Who did something over the summer, and now people in her school hate her, and she has no one to talk to, not even her family because they don’t get along. Two factors that shape Melinda’s identity are family and friends.
“That’s so sweet. No guy has ever gone through so much trouble for me.” She felt her eyes welling up.
Hester smiled. “Then fear nothing. She may be strange and shy at first, but will soon learn to love thee!”
“A locket?” She picked up a gold, star-shaped locket on a silver chain. Looking up for a clue to the appearance of the locket, her eyes were drawn to the window where she saw a glimmer of blue.
“Thank you Zion, you are an awesome friend.” Lauren said, tears running down her cheeks.
“I... I don’t know.” Cerea said since she marked the quest without reading the details. She opened the scroll.
He beamed, getting a little bit closer to her. "I understand, because, I'm feeling the same way, Miss Sam."
Steady, be still," Clary said, as she slid down from the horse, and onto the ground. Placing her left hand against the right side of his large face, she buried her cheek into his soft, warm fur. "I promise you, I'm going to rescue father and we'll be all right." He snorted in response, before she took ahold of the reins and led him forward. Much to her surprise, the iron gate swung open, allowing them to enter. As she helped him through the rusted gate, her green eyes took in the scenery around her.
I was hanging limply off the side of my owner's bed, staring into a mirror with stickers covering the border. My owner, Maggie was sleeping next to me barely holding with her arm around my hand leaving the rest of my body to dangle over the edge of the bed. In the mirror I could see myself, a teal teddy bear with a pink bow my head. My fur is not as soft as it used to be, now it is matted down and disheveled. My owner Maggie has curly blonde hair and big blue eyes, and as Maggie pulled me closer I know it's time to start another day.
“I thought it would excite you,” she replied, sucking up all my praise. “I don’t wanna make it seem like we’re only in this for me...”
“Here, take some of my coins as a memory.” He said, digging his arm into one of his sacks.