12-18-2018, 07:26 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]While she had watched others participate in the usual traditions--decorating a tree, wrapping presents, enjoying food--she had simply sat back and watched, wishing. She had done a lot of that when she was younger, wanting, yearning for more than what she had. Under her circumstances, it was only fair, even though her mother always told her to be grateful. What was there to be grateful for? The poor living conditions, the mere scraps of food that were barely meant for rats, the way they were beaten for simply looking at their masters wrong? She had always known there was nothing to appreciate about their situation.
But, at the time, escape had been a frightening idea. She had once asked her about it, only to promptly shut her mouth after a quick swipe to her cheek. Her mother didn't want her entertaining such thoughts, didn't want her to get hurt--or worse. She obeyed, of course. What else was there to do? As a mere child, not much. As a slave, not much, either.
Cosette, too, was puzzled by the candies. She had seen things like it before, but only in the paws of others. Now that she had one of her own, she was studying it closely, quietly licking at it and finding herself actually enjoying the taste. She never had sweets before in general, and this was new to her.
Turning her head at the voices, she tilts her head, slightly relieved to hear she wasn't the only one experiencing this for the first time. "[glow=black,2,300]A candy cane, huh?[/glow]" she says, meant for only herself but said loud enough for someone to hear. She could get used to this whole Christmas thing.
"[glow=black,2,300]speech[/glow]"
But, at the time, escape had been a frightening idea. She had once asked her about it, only to promptly shut her mouth after a quick swipe to her cheek. Her mother didn't want her entertaining such thoughts, didn't want her to get hurt--or worse. She obeyed, of course. What else was there to do? As a mere child, not much. As a slave, not much, either.
Cosette, too, was puzzled by the candies. She had seen things like it before, but only in the paws of others. Now that she had one of her own, she was studying it closely, quietly licking at it and finding herself actually enjoying the taste. She never had sweets before in general, and this was new to her.
Turning her head at the voices, she tilts her head, slightly relieved to hear she wasn't the only one experiencing this for the first time. "[glow=black,2,300]A candy cane, huh?[/glow]" she says, meant for only herself but said loud enough for someone to hear. She could get used to this whole Christmas thing.
"[glow=black,2,300]speech[/glow]"