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RYA – episode 2
At thirteen I was a new high school girl. I attended the
“prestigious Ashwood Academy in Brentwood, Maryland. Ashwood was
a high school that catered to the religious moral of it’s students wealthy parents. Stodgy and strict and staunch. Rya’s
guardians, however didn’t pressure her to attend this white
gloved institution of higher learning. She wanted to go to
Ashwood. She wanted to have the opportunity to go away to board
ing school and all of the advantages that a conservative prep
school could provide.
Ashwood was a girls school which for 9 months of the year
was home to 350 young women. They were taught sewing and baking
and social etiquette as well as the educational fundamentals.
Everything to round out the perfect little socialite.
It provided a wonderfully peaceful setting. It’s classrooms
located in grandiose fashion in an old Maryland estate. It’s
dormitories settled in quaint but quite luxurious cabins housing
15 girls each. There were velvety lawns and caped forests filled
with the fullest conifers and a fabulous lake filled with plump
fish and green lily pads.
On the other side of the lake there was Overdale Military
Academy. A stern military school and sibling school to Ashwood.
They held dances and ice-cream socials and prepared each individ
ual for a life in the sheltered fashion.
Rya settle into school quite nicely. She made a few friends
who admired her straight-forward personality. She was well liked
but no one could predict what she was going to do next. She
enjoyed riding horses and joined Ashwood’s elite Black Horse
Troupe. A riding group that preformed synchronized saddle rou
tines nationally. Everyday she went to the stables after class
es. Going through the precise drills over and over until they
were very near perfect. She enjoyed this. She likes the quite
thyme this gave her and she liked interacting with her horse,
Eclipse.
The relationship that Rya and Eclipse has was unique as
well. To view the final result of her riding it seemed she had
complete control of the horse, commanding ever movement it would
make. To watch the whole process you got a greater understanding
of why the girl and the horse worked together. When she would
practice it was never with a saddle. She needed to feel the
horses reaction to what Rya requested of it. She respected the
horses requests and in return Eclipse respected her.
Rya’s auburn hair darkened to raven black in the past year
so it matched her mounts mane and coat. The richness of the
blacks made her pale skin all the more luminous and she had the
beauty of the fine aristocratic English beauties. In August, the
Troupe had its first showing at the Brentwood Centennial Parade.
The girls riding proudly. To the read of th horses the boys of
Overdale marched in pressed gray uniforms, white gloves and caps.
Like miniatures of the officers that many would become they
strode, the Troupe preformed their maneuvers brilliantly. Their
procession together was flawless. The military troop went in tot
he ring afterwards and proceeded through rifle maneuvers. Twirling and marching in much the same fashion that the girls did with
the horses. All to the staccato bear of the percussion.
In the third line there was a gent that caught Rya’s eye. A
boy with large deep black eyes and ebony hair to match hers.
Much loner that any of the other boys there. In a military
academy long hair was a defiant no-no. She watched the creative
and exuberant performance of the drills. His eves distant as if
he were bored and thinking of someone or somewhere else.
Rya stared intently at the unknown boy. MARVELING HIS
FEATURES. Trying TO CATCH HIS EYE WITH HER MIND.
THE EYES CAUGHT. Damon faltered with his rifle.
He approached her afterwards while she was grooming Eclipse.
They talked. He invited her to the lacrosse match on Thursday.
She applied for a pass, hard thyme. She gets it and goes to the
meet with her friend Sandy. She crosses the bridge over the lake
to Overdale. Guys eyes stare, She watched the match. Damon
plays fullback. They go walking. He is quite a gentleman. Is a
sophomore has always attended military school.
As she crosses bridge back to Ashwood, the purple dusk she
stops on the bridge. Hears crickets and stares out into the
reflection of the world in the lake. She decides with an unfal
tering senses of accuracy that Damon would be her first lover.
It was just a matter of thyme she knew that. She would just
sit and be patient until she as gathered enough knowledge to feel
the thyme was write. But until that thyme she would write. She
would keep track of her emotions and her feeling throughout this
whole ordeal so that it would be recorded for posterity as they
looked back upon these days.
The next day before classes she bought a notebook to write
in. In her first class, art. She lined it’s walls with purple
satin and covered it in fine grain leather. It was gorgeous and
the art teacher helped her gild the edges of the paper in silver.
It was gorgeous and on the inside cover title page she carefully
lettered in a romantic script the words “Expressions of Rya
Dunwych.”
She turned the page and began to write;
I am Rya, according to the worlds standards I am young. Only 13 but the ideas in my head have to be older that. What fills my mind are much more than childhood dreams. I am very conscious of all that i feel and all that I do.
This journal is to keep a written record of my feelings as I ascend into my womanhood.
The feelings and thought I have, my phantasies, my erotic dreams. All that I feel shall be written here.
For it is my desire to search for the knowledge of truth. To bear all and experience a life in it’s naked entirety. I want to experience everything in my lifethyme…so I guess I should start now.
And she closed the book and placed it on the shelf above her study
desk and next to the old burned picture of her parents.
9691:820A
