Alright well my lazy sister has yet to install our word processor so it appears that this'll have to do.
At hearing the voice the girl jumped, again the voice called. Sharper, more stern than before, a firm hand squeezed her shoulder. Spinning the girl around until she was staring up into a women's face, she appeared to be in her mid-thirties, but already wrikles seemed to be taking over her young face. The women's eyes were a rich blue, but cold and hardened. Instead of introducing herself the woman pinched Marie's arm, feeling the bit of extra meat. The urge to knock this woman over began to overwhelm Marie, but was soon forgotten when again the woman spoke.
"Marivel Cruz Miralrio. Correct?" The woman stated, Marie looked around wondering whether she was to respond or not. "What. Can't you speak? Damnit. They give me the mute."
At this Marie glared at the woman, rubbing her arm where the woman had grasped it. "My name is Marivel. So yes, that is correct." She replied shortly.
"Don't get snappy with me young lady! You'll learn to hold you tounge in the future." The woman said as she grabbed Marivel's arm roughly pulling her through the thickets of trees, and overgrown vegetation. Reaching a soft white path made out of what appeared to be sand, or some fine dirt. At the end of that path was a group of woman that appeared to be acquainted with the one that was now dragging Marie on to them. They were standing on a stones, all pieced together to form some type of floor, and three walls. Water trickled down one of the walls, while the other's contained vines that had long since overgrown. "This the new one?" One of the woman asked sharply as she grabbed Marie pulling her into the group of woman, there appeared to be only five. Suddenly all of them were pulling off her bag, cloak, and sword. Marie cried out in protest, but no one seemed to want to explain. Finally after a few moments of silence, one spoke. She appeared the youngest, and as of yet had no wrinkles. "...This is a simple procedure, done to all of the girls when they arrive. If you'll please step out of your clothes, and allow us to bathe you..--"
"--Damnit Ethel it's not her choice." The one that had original had Marie spoke. Marie however was staring at them all in utter shock, willing herself to not lose her temper with any of them. However when one of them motioned for her to take off her clothes, she screamed out in fustration.
"No. No, I will not! What good will this possibly do!" Marie screamed out, pushing the woman off of her.
"P-P-Please.. if you four will let me talk to her. I'm sure I can convi--"
"--Fine. You do this on your own. God damnit I'm so sick of these girls thinking they know what there doing, it's damn tradition. You don't break tradition." One of the four said harshly, causing the girl named Ethel to wince. Finally after all had gone and it was just the two, Ethel moved aside reveal a sparkling bath. That was where the water was soaking into. The nearby roses causing the water to smell of roses, Ethel gently motioned towards it. But, still Marie shook her head.
"It's a process to show whether your fit to be here, whether you belong or not. It's also to show if your one of the.. chosen." She whispered.
At hearing the voice the girl jumped, again the voice called. Sharper, more stern than before, a firm hand squeezed her shoulder. Spinning the girl around until she was staring up into a women's face, she appeared to be in her mid-thirties, but already wrikles seemed to be taking over her young face. The women's eyes were a rich blue, but cold and hardened. Instead of introducing herself the woman pinched Marie's arm, feeling the bit of extra meat. The urge to knock this woman over began to overwhelm Marie, but was soon forgotten when again the woman spoke.
"Marivel Cruz Miralrio. Correct?" The woman stated, Marie looked around wondering whether she was to respond or not. "What. Can't you speak? Damnit. They give me the mute."
At this Marie glared at the woman, rubbing her arm where the woman had grasped it. "My name is Marivel. So yes, that is correct." She replied shortly.
"Don't get snappy with me young lady! You'll learn to hold you tounge in the future." The woman said as she grabbed Marivel's arm roughly pulling her through the thickets of trees, and overgrown vegetation. Reaching a soft white path made out of what appeared to be sand, or some fine dirt. At the end of that path was a group of woman that appeared to be acquainted with the one that was now dragging Marie on to them. They were standing on a stones, all pieced together to form some type of floor, and three walls. Water trickled down one of the walls, while the other's contained vines that had long since overgrown. "This the new one?" One of the woman asked sharply as she grabbed Marie pulling her into the group of woman, there appeared to be only five. Suddenly all of them were pulling off her bag, cloak, and sword. Marie cried out in protest, but no one seemed to want to explain. Finally after a few moments of silence, one spoke. She appeared the youngest, and as of yet had no wrinkles. "...This is a simple procedure, done to all of the girls when they arrive. If you'll please step out of your clothes, and allow us to bathe you..--"
"--Damnit Ethel it's not her choice." The one that had original had Marie spoke. Marie however was staring at them all in utter shock, willing herself to not lose her temper with any of them. However when one of them motioned for her to take off her clothes, she screamed out in fustration.
"No. No, I will not! What good will this possibly do!" Marie screamed out, pushing the woman off of her.
"P-P-Please.. if you four will let me talk to her. I'm sure I can convi--"
"--Fine. You do this on your own. God damnit I'm so sick of these girls thinking they know what there doing, it's damn tradition. You don't break tradition." One of the four said harshly, causing the girl named Ethel to wince. Finally after all had gone and it was just the two, Ethel moved aside reveal a sparkling bath. That was where the water was soaking into. The nearby roses causing the water to smell of roses, Ethel gently motioned towards it. But, still Marie shook her head.
"It's a process to show whether your fit to be here, whether you belong or not. It's also to show if your one of the.. chosen." She whispered.
