Fair Maiden

I’m kind of confused by the search keywords that people use to find my blog. I’m not exactly sure how it works, because the keywords that are used are words or phrases that aren’t actually in my blog. Of course, there’s the obligatory “the ink from my fingertips” and “invisiblepinkink”, but there’s also ones like “and then moved onto green” and “was the fair maiden”, along with other random fragments of sentences. What? “Was the fair maiden”? I have never talked about that. That doesn’t even make sense, it’s not even a full sentence. I don’t think I’ve even had the word “maiden” in any of my posts. Maybe I’ll write a generic sketch about this “fair maiden” who pines for her prince charming. Or pines for the open “green” plains. I don’t know what I’m talking about.

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                “Fair” is what the world called her, “deathly pale” is what she regarded herself as. Really, she got little to no sunlight; the world was trying to preserve her most “delicate and fragile beauty.” They didn’t want their most “treasured and lovely princess” to be out in the oh-so-dangerous world. She wrinkled her nose. Yeah right, “fair and delicate”. It was more like they’re trying to keep her locked up. It’s not like she was made of paper. She was as healthy and strong as any other girl, and she wanted nothing more than to run outside and feel the sun on her skin, the wind in her hair, the soft earth beneath her bare feet! But no, that would be “unrefined.” So what if she trips and falls? It’s not like bruises don’t heal, it’s not like a grass stain can’t be washed out. She was nobility – really, she could just buy a new dress. She pouted, shaping her pink lips into a cute moue. She’d tried everything – asking, begging, pleading, using her authority, using her feminine wiles, running away, sneaking out – and nothing worked. She was always at the center of attention; even if she tried she couldn’t become unnoticed. She flopped onto a chair in a highly ungraceful and unsophisticated manner, causing her nurse to frown at the pretty girl from the rocking chair she was sitting at. Like the sulking child she was, the girl stuck out her tongue at the woman, and turned to the window. Huffing an indignant and annoyed breath, she continued to sulk at the landscape, wanting nothing more than to join the glorious beauty outside.

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                There we go. Fair maiden, all wrapped up in a post. I feel like this is a teenager full of rebellion and whatever. Silliness!

                Oh, and because I said I would, I will mention yet another blog: he is wonderful! I love his writing, it’s very well done. I’m surprised that the people who speak the least in real life are actually fabulous at expressing themselves in writing. The irony.

                Okay, and just to continue with my picture trend – here is a picture of GD with his puppy. It’s quite adorable… but the puppy is kind of wrinkled and looks strange… Oh well. It’s still adorable and they are both peacefully asleep.