Post by Momo on Jul 7, 2009 22:58:19 GMT -5
ooc: xDD She’s a woman after my own heart. And I just realized how much Ursula talks away this time - so sorry! Once you get her going it's hard to stop. <3
Ursula listened, now utterly jealous. “No, that sort of education sounds amazing – really just incredible. I went to one of those small public schools in Yarrow, not a bad place at all, but the classes we were able to take were very limited. Off the top of my head the only lesson I truly enjoyed and excelled at was gymnastics. And maybe writing,” Ursula added, laughing at herself. “I wasn’t the best student.” Somehow she had managed to get by, impossible as the situation had seemed. “I would have loved to try some of those basic classes, though – trying new things and broadening my horizons, you know?” She asked jokingly, imagining herself bent over a pottery wheel, her paws desperately trying again and again to shape the clay into something resembling an ashtray.
The fox sighed, surprised with how calm she felt after her confused ramble. She was constantly over thinking herself, feeling almost a sort of pride at her ability to just coast through life, which was naturally followed by a sense of disgust and general disappointment. The same vile cycle over and over and over again.
It was enough to make her sick.
“You’re absolutely right. I can feel it sometimes,” she said, chuckling uneasily. “Like I’m being pulled in half, some of me content…” Ursula trailed off thoughtfully. “No, resigned is a better word – resigned to being what I am now forever. Or maybe I just don’t think I deserve better,” she whispered, almost to herself. “Honestly, I’m not really sure.”
“And then of course there’s the part of me that wants to be more than what I am now. Not a Queen, I think.” She frowned; no, nothing quite like that. Too hard and way too time-consuming. “But something, even if it’s just a happier version of myself. Does that make sense?” She implored almost fearfully. That wasn’t the ravings of a nearly-mad woman, was it? They were in the middle of a crowded museum, and here she was discussing her internal turmoil! “As to what’s holding me back, I have next to no idea. Definitely some emotional shit I have to sort out, but I’m a pretty muddled individual at the moment.”
She bit her lip. “I know I have no right to ask, but do you regret it, Your Majesty? Your relationship with the Queen, I mean.” She was of the belief that everything happened for a reason – it had to; call it sentimental or foolish, but she truly believed in some sort of fate.
“I can’t imagine what it must be like,” she replied quickly and then pressed her lips together in brutal realization. “Actually…I can, on a much smaller scale obviously. My mother was the same way, married to the job and all that. Not like she abused me or even purposefully ignored me, but I remember a lot of nights spent alone. But she was a great sheriff because of it. And I would assume that’s why what little information I hear of the Courts is of praise of you.” Sacrifice ennobled people, as far as she was concerned.
Ursula listened, now utterly jealous. “No, that sort of education sounds amazing – really just incredible. I went to one of those small public schools in Yarrow, not a bad place at all, but the classes we were able to take were very limited. Off the top of my head the only lesson I truly enjoyed and excelled at was gymnastics. And maybe writing,” Ursula added, laughing at herself. “I wasn’t the best student.” Somehow she had managed to get by, impossible as the situation had seemed. “I would have loved to try some of those basic classes, though – trying new things and broadening my horizons, you know?” She asked jokingly, imagining herself bent over a pottery wheel, her paws desperately trying again and again to shape the clay into something resembling an ashtray.
The fox sighed, surprised with how calm she felt after her confused ramble. She was constantly over thinking herself, feeling almost a sort of pride at her ability to just coast through life, which was naturally followed by a sense of disgust and general disappointment. The same vile cycle over and over and over again.
It was enough to make her sick.
“You’re absolutely right. I can feel it sometimes,” she said, chuckling uneasily. “Like I’m being pulled in half, some of me content…” Ursula trailed off thoughtfully. “No, resigned is a better word – resigned to being what I am now forever. Or maybe I just don’t think I deserve better,” she whispered, almost to herself. “Honestly, I’m not really sure.”
“And then of course there’s the part of me that wants to be more than what I am now. Not a Queen, I think.” She frowned; no, nothing quite like that. Too hard and way too time-consuming. “But something, even if it’s just a happier version of myself. Does that make sense?” She implored almost fearfully. That wasn’t the ravings of a nearly-mad woman, was it? They were in the middle of a crowded museum, and here she was discussing her internal turmoil! “As to what’s holding me back, I have next to no idea. Definitely some emotional shit I have to sort out, but I’m a pretty muddled individual at the moment.”
She bit her lip. “I know I have no right to ask, but do you regret it, Your Majesty? Your relationship with the Queen, I mean.” She was of the belief that everything happened for a reason – it had to; call it sentimental or foolish, but she truly believed in some sort of fate.
“I can’t imagine what it must be like,” she replied quickly and then pressed her lips together in brutal realization. “Actually…I can, on a much smaller scale obviously. My mother was the same way, married to the job and all that. Not like she abused me or even purposefully ignored me, but I remember a lot of nights spent alone. But she was a great sheriff because of it. And I would assume that’s why what little information I hear of the Courts is of praise of you.” Sacrifice ennobled people, as far as she was concerned.