In the crowd, Elia's eyes never left Okuin. “You're drooling,” Kina said. “Well,” Elia said, “he is handsome.” “If you say so,” Kina said. She didn't care for Okuin. He was much too serious, like his father, as if he always had to prove something to someone. He was also very egocentric. “Last week you were drooling over Kerr Red-star,” Bila reminded his sister's friend. Elia didn't respond, trying to hide her embarrassment. How dare Kina tell her brother such secrets! To get away from Elia's obvious infatuation, Kina decided to join their father on the cistern, and Bila followed her. Unlike Bila, Kina usually avoided these occasions, preferring the quiet solitude of nature. Yet both children were immensely proud of their father today. And, in a selfish way, she knew that he looked at her with more love and compassion than any other member of the tribe, even if his face never showed it. Chief Wentat paused when he saw his children walking up the stairs. “Children.” “Father,” they replied. Kina wished he would at least offer her a hug. “Welcome back.” Wentat looked out over the gathering. Already Toda was shepherding the people to the Sacred Circle for the dancing ceremony. “Bila, help your uncle,” Wentat said, and waited until Bila was busy herding people to the ceremonies. “Kina, come with me,” continued Wentat, leading her away from the cistern. “What you have been up to? And why you were absent when I arrived?” Kina looked down at the ground, unsure as to how to begin. “It's complicated,” Kina told him. Wentat shook his head. Nothing had ever been simple when it came to Kina. When Kina was five, he had allowed her to practise with a bow he made special for her. The other warriors and elders had all thought it sacrilege that... ... middle of paper ... ..., she was still strong willed and stubborn, but I admired that about her. She was so different to any other woman I knew. Yet she did not want to be married. She felt that marriage to me would be the death of her spirit. She would be forced to choose between her magic and me. Once she discovered that I would allow her to have both, she agreed. Imlar presented that dress on our wedding day. It was crafted especially for her. Whenever she touched it, the plants on it seemed to come alive. It was her great wish that you would wear it at your own wedding.” He stopped to look at his daughter. She had held it up to her, and indeed it seemed that the plants on the dress came alive from the dead withered vines and flowers to its original vibrant colours. “It's yours,” he said. “You'll wear it for your ceremony.” He then walked away to the Sacred Circle without another word.
The speaker's relationship with her husband had to go over a few changes. At first, she did not want anything to do with her husband, she was still fourteen years old consequently feeling unready on handling such a big responsibility, but she had no other choice but to stay with him as she was a part of an arranged marriage. Later on, the speaker accepts her relationship with her husband and
Sone describes the relationships she had with her parents and siblings. She seems very pleased with and delighted by the differing, yet caring personalities of each person in her family.
Puerto Rico at the expense of native people (6). After the Cape San Vicente disaster,
“GET OFF MY BUS. YOU HAVE TEN SECONDS TO GET YOUR THINGS, GET OFF MY BUS, AND GET ON THE FOOTPRINTS OUTSIDE.” It was the middle of the night, we had just arrived by bus from the airport and we were scared to death. Welcome to Marine Corps Recruiting Depot, Parris Island, South Carolina. This is a brief overview of Parris Island as seen through the eyes of Recruit Smith, Platoon 1040, B Company.
Whenever Sira, Aminata’s mother went to help women deliver their babies, Aminata would go along too. She would watch and help her mother, eventually le...
It was an early Wednesday morning, and I lay still in my bed hitting the REM cycle as I dream vividly about a young lady about to be wed. She was dancing in a field of wheat and sunflowers. She was a country girl of whom I had never seen in my life, but in my dream, I knew her. It seemed I had known her family too, they were hillbillies and she was the pride and joy of their family, a shining star on her family crest. She had long, slinky, dark chestnut hair that was pulled up for such an occasion, Decorated with a fresh flower from the fields. She wore a form fitted white dress that looked as if it was her mama’s passed onto her. In her hands were an array of hot pink, sassy orange, and depressed purple Gerber Daisies wrapped precisely with an off white ribbon. She twirled distantly from her family knowin...
Stony sentry’s, carved years ago by Polynesian craftsmen, gaze over one of the most remote places in the world. With their land enlarged by overuse, islanders now draw on a revival of their culture to attract visitors. I intend to tell about this small island off the coast of Chile named Easter Island.
The dress was adorned with ruffles all the way around the top of the sweet-heart neckline and sleeves, and also all along the bottom. The garment also had multiple layers. One layer was of a lavender color. There was also a layer on top of that, which was made of a more sheer-material and had stripes of off-white and lavender. This second layer was subtle enough to add shiny detail, without taking away from the beautiful purple color. The dress also had a sash of the second layer’s same material, around the waist. My garment was rich in
Rion stopped running, but seemingly unable to contain his enthusiasm, he marched in place, waiting for Percival to catch up. "And what about Sir Gwaine? Will he be along?"
Freya’s head whipped up, and she gasped. The surrounding landscape had transformed from a distorted forest into a lush field awash with spectacular flowers all colors of the rainbow. A lake stood in the middle, its water clear as crystal, and apple trees dotting the shore bowed under the weight of abundant fruit. Above Freya stood a beautiful young woman close to her age, dressed in a honey-golden gown, one that gleamed in the plentiful sunlight. Freya felt inexplicably drawn to her.
And with the end of the meeting, everyone left worried. Link searched for Hera towards the wall, knowing she didn’t want to hear another lecture from her father of these new rules.
Nonetheless, this really is a tale of compelling love between the boy and his father. The actions of the boy throughout the story indicate that he really does love his father and seems very torn between his mother expectations and his father’s light heartedness. Many adults and children know this family circumstance so well that one can easily see the characters’ identities without the author even giving the boy and his father a name. Even without other surrounding verification of their lives, the plot, characters, and narrative have meshed together quite well.
Her jet black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. Hairspray made the loose curls keep, while the pins kept it in place. Makeup concealed the dark circles which preceded underneath her eyes. Her tear streaked skin soaked in the arid pressing powder as her aunty continued to paint her face as though she were a doll. Aunty May had put a lot of effort into getting Allegra ready today. She bought her a dress last week, a black one. It had lace sleeves with tiny flowers cascading down the middle. It reminded Allegra of her mother, of a time when she was truly happy.
...With marriage comes change and Sumita has now change from a daughter to a wife.
In the city of San Francisco, on February 14th, a wedding was in place. The sun was shining through the grey clouds, while a rain shower began. The smell of roses filled the cathedral where families filled every pew. A young man named Daniel Rivers, with brown hair, dark brown eyes, stood tall at the altar. Where there was a smile placed upon his face while the families began to rise. The cathedral doors flung open, and there stood a beautiful, young woman, with long black hair that flowed all the way to her lower back. She went by the name of Kendall and today she was going to become, Mrs. Kendall Rivers. As Kendall slowly made her way up the altar, tears began to fall from Daniel’s face.