Joanna King
Apr 23rd, 2003, 12:13:27 PM
OOC: This could be an RP. Of course, you would have had to be alive thirty years ago, and have had a feasible reason for being on Chandrilla, and for meeting Joanna, if that was the case. Really this is to establish the character and get a bit of insight to her past.
IC:
Dearest Faelyn,
I was saddened to hear of your less than spectacular arrival on Tatooine. I know your inclinations toward grand entrances and it must have been disheartening to realize that no one cared. Everything here is going well, but fathers health continues to decline and my knowledge and ability to help him seem to be dwindling. I must admit, dear sister, that I am quite jealous of you. Ever since we were children you have managed to avoid responsibilty and yet seemingly have his favor.
The gardens are coming along nicely and if I may be allowed to indulge myself, I have quite a knack for them. We've just made a deal to buy Dovi Riel's upper north field, which will expand our land quite a bit. Father says it will add to the value of Burnberry, but I haven't the faintest idea why. I haven't got the need to leave, like you, and am quite contented to live out the rest of my days here.
To answer your question, yes, we did have some unusual visitors. Jedi, in fact. And no, nothing uot of the ordinary happened. Besides, if it had I would not have been able to do anything. My duty is here, with father.
Do not worry about coming back to help. I've taken care of everything already. Enjoy yourself, I'm sure it won't be a challenge for you.
Sincerly,
Jo
Joanna King sighed and folded the thick paper in half, and then half again. She left it on her writing table, promising to seal and send it later. The young woman was quite striking, thin and blonde with deep set blue eyes which contrasted sharply with her powdery-pale skin.
It was quite a warm day, and the old house which had been fondly named 'Burnberry' years ago, seeped up the heat. It was why she spent so much time in the kitchen and lower rooms. They had no floor and the walls were constructed with clay, which made it a cool refuge from the magnificent entertaining halls upstairs.
She wore a loose frock, and was barefoot, for there was no one else that lived nearby to see her. It was nearly a week past since the Jedi had left, and Joanna had settled back into her isolated schedule. Hours were spent with the plants and flowers that grew on the estate, learning the secrets for curing headaches and sickness. She felt at home in the gardens, where her thoughts were not allowed to wander into matters such as father oer the wayward sister Faelyn.
With a damp cloth on the back of her neck, Joanna walked into the sunlight, following a barely-there dirt path which would lead to a little stream. It was one of her facorite places to go and often she would sit and write there. Today though, she was going only to think.
"I think it would be a wise choice if you were to return with myself and my apprentice..."
That was what he had said. The Jedi. Joanna had wanted to more than anything in the world, for it had long been a mystery, the feelings and abilities that ever so often made themselves apparent. Since a child, it was thought she would die, that it was some strange disease. Such relief had filled her when the Jedi had dismissed the theories.
Of course, she had denied. She had responsibilities. She honered her promises. And she was the one who should have been off on an adventure, rather than Fae.
Joanna stopped along the path and frowned. It was thoughts like these that would get her nowhere. What was done was done and she didn't regret her decision. Not one bit. Not even a little.
"Joanna! Jo, will you hold on a minute?!"
Joanna turned around and her lips parted into a delighted smile as she saw Will running toward her. He was a handsome boy, a farmer who hadn't long been a resident of Chandrilla.
I rather fancy him, I think...
Jo blushed at her own thoughts, appalled that her mother's training in ladylike behavior was only surface deep.
"Afternoon, William."
The boy stopped, panting for breath, and smiled.
"Hello Jo!"
There was something about his face that Joanna didn't like. He was trying to be friendly but there was an uneasyness about him. She stared with her saphire eyes, waiting.
"Well, what is it Will? Did you run all this way just to say 'Hello Jo'?"
William frowned.
"No! Joanna..."
He sighed.
"I need to talk to you. It's...important"
IC:
Dearest Faelyn,
I was saddened to hear of your less than spectacular arrival on Tatooine. I know your inclinations toward grand entrances and it must have been disheartening to realize that no one cared. Everything here is going well, but fathers health continues to decline and my knowledge and ability to help him seem to be dwindling. I must admit, dear sister, that I am quite jealous of you. Ever since we were children you have managed to avoid responsibilty and yet seemingly have his favor.
The gardens are coming along nicely and if I may be allowed to indulge myself, I have quite a knack for them. We've just made a deal to buy Dovi Riel's upper north field, which will expand our land quite a bit. Father says it will add to the value of Burnberry, but I haven't the faintest idea why. I haven't got the need to leave, like you, and am quite contented to live out the rest of my days here.
To answer your question, yes, we did have some unusual visitors. Jedi, in fact. And no, nothing uot of the ordinary happened. Besides, if it had I would not have been able to do anything. My duty is here, with father.
Do not worry about coming back to help. I've taken care of everything already. Enjoy yourself, I'm sure it won't be a challenge for you.
Sincerly,
Jo
Joanna King sighed and folded the thick paper in half, and then half again. She left it on her writing table, promising to seal and send it later. The young woman was quite striking, thin and blonde with deep set blue eyes which contrasted sharply with her powdery-pale skin.
It was quite a warm day, and the old house which had been fondly named 'Burnberry' years ago, seeped up the heat. It was why she spent so much time in the kitchen and lower rooms. They had no floor and the walls were constructed with clay, which made it a cool refuge from the magnificent entertaining halls upstairs.
She wore a loose frock, and was barefoot, for there was no one else that lived nearby to see her. It was nearly a week past since the Jedi had left, and Joanna had settled back into her isolated schedule. Hours were spent with the plants and flowers that grew on the estate, learning the secrets for curing headaches and sickness. She felt at home in the gardens, where her thoughts were not allowed to wander into matters such as father oer the wayward sister Faelyn.
With a damp cloth on the back of her neck, Joanna walked into the sunlight, following a barely-there dirt path which would lead to a little stream. It was one of her facorite places to go and often she would sit and write there. Today though, she was going only to think.
"I think it would be a wise choice if you were to return with myself and my apprentice..."
That was what he had said. The Jedi. Joanna had wanted to more than anything in the world, for it had long been a mystery, the feelings and abilities that ever so often made themselves apparent. Since a child, it was thought she would die, that it was some strange disease. Such relief had filled her when the Jedi had dismissed the theories.
Of course, she had denied. She had responsibilities. She honered her promises. And she was the one who should have been off on an adventure, rather than Fae.
Joanna stopped along the path and frowned. It was thoughts like these that would get her nowhere. What was done was done and she didn't regret her decision. Not one bit. Not even a little.
"Joanna! Jo, will you hold on a minute?!"
Joanna turned around and her lips parted into a delighted smile as she saw Will running toward her. He was a handsome boy, a farmer who hadn't long been a resident of Chandrilla.
I rather fancy him, I think...
Jo blushed at her own thoughts, appalled that her mother's training in ladylike behavior was only surface deep.
"Afternoon, William."
The boy stopped, panting for breath, and smiled.
"Hello Jo!"
There was something about his face that Joanna didn't like. He was trying to be friendly but there was an uneasyness about him. She stared with her saphire eyes, waiting.
"Well, what is it Will? Did you run all this way just to say 'Hello Jo'?"
William frowned.
"No! Joanna..."
He sighed.
"I need to talk to you. It's...important"