For today, as her mother has told her countless times, she is going to make something of herself.
Her hair is swept up with pins that dig into her scalp, paint is smeared on her face in an effort to make it more attractive, her feet are forced into slippers that are absolutely dreadful for dancing, and then she is hurried into the family's finest carriage. "Yes, Mother." Rinea hastens after her, back into the manor, where she is thoroughly scolded, washed, pinched, and prodded, stuffed into a dress two sizes too small. The already-sorry dress is covered with dirt and leaves, and her feet aren't much better. "Honestly." Rinea's mother surveys her, brow tight and lips pursed. Rinea spits out a mouthful of leaves, struggling out of the flowers and to her feet. "Daydreaming and wasting time, as usual." "I thought I'd find you out here," her mother grumbles, shoving open the garden gate. Somebody free, somebody courageous and heroic, somebody who. In these instances, she feels like somebody else. Her bare feet, stained with grass, follow a pattern all their own, a fictional music echoed by the canaries and sparrows, and her old floral sundress becomes a ballgown as she lifts it daintily to follow the next step. She blows a kiss to the watching hummingbirds as she turns, her hair fanning out in an arc behind her, alight with the afternoon sun. Her arms lifted above her head, she twirls and leaps between the geraniums and the snapdragons.
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But now it's time for Rinea to learn how to love the subject she finds most difficult of all - herself. She's always been known for her boundless love. Is it any wonder things turned out the way they did?" And against all odds, the most noble suitor of all takes interest. At age sixteen, Rinea is ushered from her garden, and she goes to a ball, with an invitation her parents fought and schemed to secure. That's all they want for her, and eventually, Rinea fools herself into thinking that's what she wants too. One who doesn't flush when pretty maids pass her by, one who will secure a high-ranking noble husband. One who doesn't spend time out in the garden digging in the dirt, or baking with the servants, or learning white magic to heal injured baby birds. Rinea strives to reshape and mold herself into the daughter they want, one who smiles and curtsies prettily. So sit up straight, Rinea, and sip your tea with one pinky out, and dance the right way with tiny steps and no passion at all, and never, ever talk back to your elders and betters. If she just behaves herself, the world could be theirs, and hers too.
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