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Choice of Romance - Seasons of Youth

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The Living Forests

Aaliyah wasn't unaware of the emotions that showed so clearly on the face and in the eyes of the person right in front of her. The excitement, the wonder, the passion, the confusion and then the pain, the horror, the wondering why. But she was not reacting to it, barely acknowledging it. She didn't want to acknowledge it. She didn't want to admit to herself that she had already hurt Kosara in a way. So she denied herself to think about that and concentrated on the fact that they needed to talk.

Aaliyah nodded at the woman. "We should do that." She felt like she could use something to drink. Just to hold onto a mug and have something to stare at while her thoughts whirled around in her mind like loose paper in a hurricane.

She let Kosara pick up her camping stuff that she had ignored ever since laying eyes on the strange woman in the tree. She let her lead the way. And Aaliyah was aware of the danger that this woman could be. But she didn't care. And somehow that concerned her, but once again, she didn't care much.

The woman wished she had a way to communicate with her mother or her father. They would know what this connection might be. They would have an idea about what Liyah should do, what she should be considering while talking to this stranger and being in her company. But it's been a long time since the queen had talked to her parents and had been able to rely on their advice. It's been a long time since she had felt someone's Eredh near hers, except for some wild animals she had met over the decades, but that wasn't even remotely close. She knew that the Eredh she felt radiating from Kosara's presence was different and that alone should have been warning enough to not go somewhere with her, to not stay in her company alone and unsafe. But she couldn't help it. She was weak. She had a deep need to feel someone be around her that felt familiar in a way, that felt like home somehow. And while Kosara's Eredh did feel like... like a language spoken with an accent... it was still her language, it was still her words and she could still understand it. It was still a reminder of home. The closest the would ever get to being home. Ever again.

Sadness wrapped around her hearth at the thought of her planet burning down. Shame sneaked into her chest as she remembered how she had let her people down, let them die and lead the rest of them into their infinite prison to be slaughtered one by one slowly by humankind. Anger got added to it as she remembered that it was the Great Evil that had put the decision onto her - and when she had chosen from the options he gave her, he had made her regret... just like he had promised he would. And this wasn't one of those stupid movies that humankind produced for fun. The hero wasn't gonna be back and stronger and defeat the evil and safe the people. The hero ran away, hid and failed. The hero wasn't a hero, but just a little broken girl.

Her eyes wandered to Kosara. She didn't know how long she had been silent for, wrapped up in her own thoughts. "Who are you?", Aaliyah asked before she could stop herself.

She didn't regret the question, she wanted to know. But she also was aware of the fact that on earth people had the tendency to throw questions back at the person who asked. It was a strange thing that Aaliyah hadn't understood at first. Why would you repeat someone's questions? What a dull conversation that must be. And what a strange experience it was to learn when to throw them back at one and when not to... that took her some while to learn and it was not amusing at times to see the reactions when she had done it wrong. They judge so quickly, they judge before you walk into a room, they judge before you even get the chance to say our first word. Humans with their small, short lives, they love to whine, to judge, to be bigger and better and stronger than the next person. After all these years, Aaliyah still didn't understand that part of humanity. She still didn't understand what that was all about. And politics... she still didn't understand how politics worked.

Her eyes lied on the woman and a small smile played on her lips. She didn't intent to smile, but something about that pure beauty of the woman and her stunning aura made Aaliyah smile. It felt as if making that woman happy, making her smile, was the most important thing. And she didn't understand why.

So many things that she didn't understand on this planet. It was frustrating.

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Choice of Romance - Seasons of Youth

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It was early that day, the sun had barely peeked over the windowsill and sneaked into the tiny room when her blanket was pulled off of her in a swift motion. The sudden coldness made her shiver and curl up to a ball to prevent her body heat from escaping more than necessary. The windows were being opened, more coldness swept into the room along with the noises of the outside; mostly birds but also the chatting of servants that had woken before Rowan, tables and chairs were being dragged through the doors right beneath Rowan's window.

A rough hand slapped her cheek in a 'wake up you fool' manner. Rowan groaned and turned away, but she opened her eyes and sat up slowly. She was well aware that if she didn't the next slap wouldn't be a 'wake up' slap anymore, but a hard one. "I'm up", she growled as she rubbed her hands over her face.

"Get out of bed or it will be you scrubbing the floors! You have ten minutes!" The woman left with just that. Rowan shook her head to prevent herself from lying down again and fall back asleep. She swung her feet over the edge of the hard bed and stretched her back and arms.

Eight minutes later she was washed with a sponge and ice cold water, her body was in clothes, her hair was brushed as best as she could with that useless brush of hers and she had managed to turn it into a decent hairdo. Rowan leaned out of the window and enjoyed the breeze on her face for a moment.

"Hey pretty lady." The voice made Rowan smile and her eyes dropped to the ground. A young man of twenty-three years with short messy brown hair and a line of dirt on his chin grinned up at her. "Are you looking down on all of us again?", he teased her with the most charming smile she had seen any man manage to pull off.

"I was hoping you would have figured out how to wash the dirt from last week off of your skin by now", she talked back to him. "Right there." She moved her finger over her own chin to demonstrate the position of the dirt.

His arm moved over his chin but the dirt stayed. "They made me clean out the shack", he explained and a smirk appeared on his thin lips. "Isn't that your job, little missy?"

Rowan raised her eyebrows at him challenging. "Because I am a woman?"

"No", he put on that charming half-smile as if to make his words even smoother. "Because you're Rowan."

"Oh you wait til I get down there!" She yelled down at him with a laugh in her voice, but yet some seriousness that made it clear that she would very much kick his ass in their next secret session of dueling with sticks. Not that she believed they'd have any time to duel during the Courting Season.

A loud bang on the door and both the man and Rowan jumped. "Coming!", she yelled at the closed door and could hear how feet left from in front of her door. She shot the man below her window another look and he pulled a jokingly worried face, she chuckled at him, shook her head and closed the windows.

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You could have thought that the perfect setting, the perfectly clean floors and tables, the neatly planned out time schedule to finish everything just in time was enough to make this a rather relaxed day of work. After all the only thing that still needed to be prepared was the food and beverages for the guests. But it was far from that. As if the servants didn't spent all day the past three days cleaning every inch of the building - inside and outside - twice, they did it again a third time today with the very strict eyes of the Madam following their process. Rowan was lucky enough to not be cleaning today, she was directly pushed into the kitchen and had been sweating from the heat and the work. After hours of standing in the kitchen, chopping up vegetables, the Madam pulled her away from there, harshly told her to wash herself up real quick and then threw her into the big room where the guests would arrive in a couple of hours to arrange napkins correctly with a bunch of other women.

She was just folding up her 34th napkin when a woman approached her, she had forgotten her name. "I saw you this morning." Rowan looked at her with no interest as she continued to fold the napkins neatly. "You and him. You should be careful. The Madam wouldn't like this."

Rowan's eyebrows twitched but she prevented them from raising at the servant. "Are you talking about Evan? There is nothing going on with Evan and I." The woman shot her a look, but Rowan knew before she even said anything that the woman wouldn't believe her. "Trust me, you can have him." She left the table and left the woman looking after her outraged.

An hour later the Madam forced everyone out of the neatly clean room so they wouldn't destroy anything before the event started. She only kept Rowan behind and told her to fold a certain few napkins again, apparently they weren't folded in the exact size the others were. Rowan was smarter than to complain or try and argue. So she stood behind and started to redo the napkins the Madam had pointed her to.

Just about fifteen minutes into the redoing of the napkins, the musicians took their place on the little stage. They started rehearsing a very last time, soft music to play in the background while the attendants could talk, music to dance to later on, music to waltz to.

Rowan hadn't noticed when she had started but at some point she was swaying and the next moment she dropped the napkin she held in hands onto the floor and carried her body over the 'dance floor', her arms up as if to hold onto an invisible dancing partner. Her feet flew over the floor as she continued to waltz with herself to the music the band was providing. Her eyes were closed and if she only imagined hard enough she could pretend to be elsewhere, not stuck here, dancing with her princess back in the palace when all was peaceful still.

Smack. A hard slap had landed onto the woman's face, sounding so loud in the big empty room even with the music playing, and Rowan had gasped loudly. She held onto her burning cheek, hair hanging in her face. The Madam yelled at her for dancing once again, all that swirling and twirling was not appropriate for a woman like her, she grabbed Rowan by the arm harshly and pushed her away, telling her to leave before she was receiving 'another one of these'.

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Rowan sat on the stairs outside of the kitchen that lead to a small, dirty courtyard. Evan came through the heavy wooden door into the back and sat on the stairs next to Rowan, he held an ice cold cloth to her cheek. Rowan made a disgusted face and pushed his arm away.

"It will show if you don't treat it", he said. "Do you want to be stuck cleaning the servant restroom's floor?" She rolled her eyes at that but took the cloth to put it onto her burning cheek. He was right. If the hand would show on her cheek she wouldn't be allowed anywhere near the attendants, which usually meant cleaning somewhere on all fours. "What did you do this time?", he wanted to know. There was no judgement in his voice and she was thankful for that part of his personality.

"I danced again, Evan", she replied and her eyes showed a spark. A spark that her friend loved to see. It made her glow, like a faraway star on the pitch dark ceiling of earth. "I danced and I felt like I could fly." Her eyes got dreamy and a smile appeared on her lips. "I couldn't help it, Evan. I would dance all night if I could."

He smiled and stood up. "And you will." Then he went back through the door that lead to the kitchen. Evan never worked in the kitchen, but he walked through it under the stern eyes of the others nevertheless. Rowan pouted for no reason in particular and held the cold cloth to her cheek.

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Night had just begun. The stars were shining in the dark. It was raining outside, but Rowan didn't mind. She was scheduled to be inside and stay right in this room until further notice. She was lucky that the Madam didn't put her on some other duty after having her caught dancing earlier.

The room got more crowded with each person and Rowan was swirling around in the dresses the lady servants were forced to wear and offered drinks, picked up used napkins to secretly replace with perfectly folded new ones and made sure no glasses were left standing around. The music was playing softly in the background. No one had danced yet. She wasn't even sure if a dance was scheduled for today. She doubted that anyone attending here would be man or woman enough to actually start a dance on their own, being the first ones on the dance floor, asking someone to partner up with them for one dance. She didn't understand why people weren't intrigued to dance.

Not surprising to her, most people have ignored her and haven't even cared to give her a single look when they took an offered drink from her silver plate. Also not surprising to her, two men have eyed her and gave her their typical flirting behavior with servants. The 'You are pretty and I wanna look your body up and down and you better appreciate that I am even turning one eye towards you, I am being nice to you here, complimenting you in a very sexist way, you better know I am better than you and you should fall on your knees for me' kinda way.

She just walked away from the third man that thought he could look at her breasts and not hide it, because clearly she would appreciate it from a duke. The amusing thing was that she almost enjoyed having their attention and it irked her to lean closer and whisper to them that she was into women and watch their face change once they grasped what she was saying. Tell them all the things she wanted to do with a lady, maybe their lady of choice.

She moved over the floor smoothly to a blonde woman standing by the window side, looking out on the garden. "May I offer the lady a refreshment?", she looked at the woman and held out the silver plate a little on which the drinks sat. They were supposed to know who their guests were, but Rowan had no idea who most of these faces belonged to, had never heard of their names before. She didn't know much about politics or the people who were responsible for them. So she wasn't aware of the fact that the woman was Duchess Philomena Ceswick. She knew it was someone high ranked, of course. That she was here to find someone to get married to.

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Choice of Romance - Seasons of Youth

Rowan Karnstein

Name

Rowan Evangeline Karnstein

Title

None

Gender

Female

Sexuality

"Ladies are a much more interesting topic."

Age

21 years

Nationality

Wazatocia

Character Appearance

Rowan Karnstein is 5'2'' tall. Her body could be described as 'in good condition' as she is physically fit and slim, she has beautiful sharp legs and a slightly defined stomach. Her eyes are of a deep 'deer' brown and she has brunette hair to match them. That typical 'sweet girl' image is written all over her, but don't be fooled by it. She can be feisty. Rowan has no problem with dressing like a lady or dressing like a tomboy, she enjoys both styles, depending on her mood and the situation.

Background

Rowan was born to a young mother, just sweet 19 years old, and a father of 23 years who loved her mother dearly. The Karnstein couple worked as servants for the royal family of Wazatocia for several years when they discovered they were expecting a child. The royal family was supportive and offered the very hardworking couple a decent health care within their palace. Five years after Rowan's birth her mother got sick and died two years later. The death of her mother left her father heartbroken and the only thing still keeping him upright was the seven-year-old girl that depended on him. A couple of weeks after the passing of her beloved, joyful, always hardworking, positive mother her father began to call her Mircalla randomly. He explained to her how her mother had wanted to name her Mircalla, but he had been against it. Without talking about it any further Mircalla had turned into a nickname of Rowan's that only her father ever used.

Rowan grew up with a father who was forever heartbroken, but loved his daughter endlessly and would have killed for her if necessary. He always accepted his daughter for who she was, allowed her to spread her wings as much as she could within this world. Rowan went to a school that costed her father almost everything he earned within the palace, but he was determined to give his daughter an education.

She had helped out in the kitchen of the palace since the age of six, cutting potatoes and carrots carefully. By the age of nine she was working in the palace after school and homework, helping out the servants she had grown up with and following into her father's foot steps to become a hardworking member of their family. At the age of fifteen Rowan gained the attention of the princess of Wazatocia by her natural skill for painting as she was painting in a secret corner of the garden where she thought no one ever came to. Her and the princess became fast friends within a couple of weeks. To most people's surprise, and a lot of people's jealousy and anger, the parents of the princess didn't mind their friendship and fell in love with the young servant.

They offered Rowan an education within the palace after eight months of closeness with their daughter. Overjoyed with the news her father pushed her to accept the offer. Within the next years the ever hardworking young girl grew into a young woman that profited from the friendship as much as the princess seemed to profit from it as well. She learned how to ride a horse, play the piano, dance at balls, was granted to take fencing lessons (which she was more than anything grateful for, since those really fulfilled her heart), got pushed to take painting lessons to grow out her natural talent, she was allowed to attend smaller balls, got to wear the princess's dresses and learn how to walk and talk like a lady. Her father saw a bright future in front of her and was bursting with pride of how his baby girl was able to spread out her wings and throw her colors out to the world.

Needless to say the two young ladies grew attracted to each other in their youthful naivety. Their slow burn love built up until, at the age of nineteen, both of the girls were waltzing in the ballroom to practice their steps again before the big ball the next day. (Big for Rowan at least.) Their passion got the best of them and they ended up... "waltzing like it's 1698", as Rowan would call it from then on. This was also the night that Rowan told the princess about her secret nickname 'Mircalla', that held a deeper meaning to her than her actual name ever could. She told her how it felt like a secret identity that only her father knew about. And the princess understood the deepness of meaning it had for her friend.

Their relationship or love affair or whatever people might want to call it was short lived sadly. Only three months later a servant accidentally caught the two waltzing in the ballroom - for memory sakes - and kissing. The royal parents were anything but amused. The princess and the privileged servant girl were thrown off and couldn't understand the anger that came from the usually so accepting couple. They were furious. Their daughter shouldn't have lost her purity before marriage (apparently they've found out about that too, Rowan never knew how), shouldn't have gotten romantically involved with a servant. The two young women weren't allowed to say goodbye, but the princess was able to get a glance at Rowan while she was being taken out of the palace, just two seconds, and she looked at her love and softly said just one word: Mircalla. Rowan was, without a chance for her father to stop them, taken away from the castle, banned from Wazatocia.

And so a very heartbroken, confused, scared nineteen-year-old Rowan found herself back at in a usual servant role. No privilege, no fencing, no more painting, no princess to chase her through the castle, no father by her side to love her, hold her, dry her tears and always have her back. She felt alone. Rowan found herself serving in the kitchen, cutting up potatoes yet again, for the 'Courting Season'. She didn't know what happend to her princess, but she knew that she had never seen her participate in the Courting Season so far.

Three years have passed since then.

Personality

Rowan is a very strong headed woman. She likes to say what she is thinking, even though a couple of hard slaps have told her to learn when to shut her mouth. She still runs her mouth too often though. She is a silly person that likes to have fun during work, which many people don't like to see. She likes to goof around and talk back to people. Rowan enjoys to throw people off, see their guard drop, crash in their walls. Despite being hardworking, she can't stand when she has to clean up after people who give her more work than necessary. She also lacks the quality of staying quiet in her corner when others are talking rubbish.

Rowan loves nature and the fresh breeze, she loves balls and dancing, especially waltzing. She has often been caught waltzing by herself when she was actually supposed to scrub the floor of the ballroom. She can't stand when people treat her like she is worth less than them because of the position she holds within the food chain.

She doesn't throw out respect easily and rather fakes it than it being real, but if one receives her respect they should be very honored and proud of themselves, because it is a rare thing. But if they lose that respect, it is most likely gone forever. She doesn't let people fool her twice.

Without a doubt Rowan is still broken. She has issues she hasn't worked on. She is missing her father more than anything and tries to not think of him too much. She might even still be holding onto some hope that he will find her some day. Maybe that's the reason she is staying in one place... So he can search for her?

Other

Skills:
drawing, ballroom dancing, horseback riding, fencing, cooking, cleaning, singing (though she hasn't done that for other's entertainment so far), playing piano

Weaknesses:
potty mouth, maybe a bit too sassy and feisty, lack of professionalism and submission, doesn't like boundaries or rules

Choice of Romance - Seasons of Youth

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Jessa Chalkley

Name

Jessamae Ramona Chalkley
(She goes by Jessa)

Age

31 years

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Homosexual

Number of kids

Tristan James (8 years), Valentina Charlyn (5 years)

Tristan

Valentina

Where do you live?

In a nice neighborhood with decent houses

Favorite things

Dancing, outdoor activities, competitive games (pictionary, charades, dance offs,
board games, card games, sports, anything), goofing around, summer, the beach, horseback riding

Least favorite things

Parent Evening's at school, tight up people, authorities, being lied to

Dog or Cat or Other?

I don't own a pet.

You could take dogs on runs... so that's cool.
But I wouldn't really mind either.

Eating habits?

Nothing worth mentioning.

Occupation

I used to be a professional dancer. Now I am a dance teacher and choreographer.
If good occasions arrive to dance, I'll take them. But due to my two kids, I don't have such a flexible schedule anymore.

Zodiac and how you feel about it

Gemini

I don't know much about zodiacs and don't really care for them.
I looked up what my zodiac plus birth date meant... seems fitting I guess. That's all I can say.

Activity Level

I love being active. I used to work out daily, but it got less and less with the kids around. I still try to work out every now and then or at least go for a run two or three days per week though. Dancing keeps me active as well. And those rascals have a way of chasing me around a lot.

Smoker?

Never

Would you date a smoker?

I would prefer if they weren't smoking, but I am staying open minded.

Describe your perfect date

I would hope we'd be doing something that we both enjoy. I have found that I find active first dates more appealing than sit-down-dates. So swimming, hiking, going out dancing, playing a little bit 1x1 basketball, table tennis while listening to extremely silly or bad songs to throw us off and make fun of. I am always up for going just a little crazy and creative. Jumphouse would be so silly funny. Going indoor climbing. Or even dressing each other up in ridiculous clothes and walking through town, pretending we're tourists. Or doing a 'fast food restaurant' testing, in which we would each order two pieces and then move to the next spot until we're too full. I like silly little things that aren't planned out, like drawing and explaining each other's houses and cars without ever knowing what they may look like. It's a funny little game, will make us laugh, break the ice and offers for a lot of character insight. Going karaoke singing spontaneously is definitely a way to break all the ice. I wouldn't mind going camping for a night, just the two of us.

So that's a couple of random ideas. I don't have a specific 'perfect date', because the company makes it perfect and not a date that is neatly planned out. I like having room to be spontaneous.

Give us how you would describe your personality

I consider myself a little silly, I like goofing around and don't mind making a fool out of myself occasionally. Sport loving is definitely a personalty trait of mine. Weither or not I am good at the sport doesn't matter much, I just like moving my muscles. I'd like to think I am kind and understanding, at least most of the time. I am spontaneous rather than planned out. Most of my life doesn't have a plan. I don't have much discipline when it comes to household things. I can't stand cleaning, I can't cook, I often am in a hurry in the mornings and have to run through grocery stores to be on time. On the counterpart I am rather disciplined when dancing. I can go from serious to silly in a heartbeat if it isn't inappropriate in the situation. I try to talk things out instead of running away, I believe that communication is the key to a healthy relationship - romantic, friendly, motherly, or whatever.

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Jessa dancing

A few of Jessa's stage perfomances