Character: Cordiia Merlotte
Entry Number: 16
The accident wasn’t her fault. The supportive words echoed despite Arista’s gentle voice in the background. Cordiia smiled sweetly and let the guilt of fall from her face but it had yet to leave her thoughts. The entire incident was her fault. Her unhealthy need to visit a place in the middle of human territory was her fault.
Her sisters warned her the first time she returned home talking excitedly about the still body of water in the middle of the most magnificent sea of trees, grass, and wild flowers. “Never again,” were the only words Fascia, the eldest of the Merlotte’s, had to say about her sister’s stupidity. The word was never used but it was Fascia’s disapproving soft magenta eyes. The others followed their sister’s example, adding levels of concern and barely veiled curious excitement.
Cordiia touched Arista’s arm when she realized the silence. “No damage remains. Shouldn’t we forget as well?” Her smile turned from the none too convinced Arista to the approaching Prince.
His footfalls matched the deafening beating of her heart. It was an insane hypothetical to get worked up over. A marriage between their people had never been done and so long as her father was on the throne, it never would.
“When you said you wanted to explore the grounds I should have known to look in the garden.” The forest in his eyes brightened when he smiled. “We added the fish ponds in tribute. They’re small but,” he paused to look around, “we hoped you would like them.”
The pair shared a smile that made Arista nudge Cordiia back to reality. “Don’t tell anyone,” Cordiia whispered on a melodic giggle.
“Never,” Arista giggled back.
“Care to share your amusement? I could use a laugh.”
Cordiia shared another smile with Arista before walking up to fall in step with him. “Mere stories from home, nothing too interesting.” She kept her expression neutral though she was sure if she dared to lift her eyes from the obsidian tiles, he’d see more than she cared to admit to.
Their group came to a stop at the call of a guard. Arista sided up to Cordiia who was busy thanking the sea Gods for an interruption. If pressed, she’d have to lie and she abhorred lying.
“Flinar,” the guard’s head tilted respectfully in his pause, “there’s word from your father.”
“Is he still traveling?” Cordiia waited till the guard moved off before intruding on family affairs. It didn’t sound like bad news but Flinar did fall into a distant silence. “We can find the hall on our own.”
Shaking himself out of his daze, he gave an apologetic smile to them both. “Follow this path, it’ll lead you there.” His eyes stopped jumping between them and landed softly on Cordiia. “I will make it up to you.”
She gave him a nod and held her tongue until he was well out of earshot. “Why can’t my father marry me off to him?” She turned to walk along side Arista who was smiling worse than the elven children that greeted them at the shore. “It is not funny.”
“No, but if he could be your husband, would it be so bad?”
“It is against tradition,” Cordiia warned. The meaning of it broke her heart. It was yet another thing Fascia warned her about.
“Traditions are meant to evolve not stifle.”
True words, she thought. “You know my father would forbid it and if he found out, I’d be stripped of my ambassador title.” She’d never get the chance to see Flinar again if her father knew her true intentions for volunteering. She’d never walk land again.
Remembering the troublesome worry in Arista earlier, she gently led her aside. “Promise me you will not tell him of the incident.” At the telling drop of her gaze, Cordiia pushed, adding a level of pleading. She couldn’t risk Flinar going after the human or him telling her father. “Please? I ask you as a friend, don’t tell him?”
Arista didn’t look at her but she nodded. Cordiia felt the tension roll off and sighed, “thank you.” The human was in the past. Her lesson was well learned and wouldn’t be repeated.