You’ll Be A Woman Soon

“You know, I’m glad that I’ve got a chance to talk to you by myself, Zahrah.” Sawyer said giving his most disarming grin. Zahrah rolled her eyes.

“You’re married now, Sawyer. And your wife is jealous.” Zahrah told him. His brow went upward.

“She is?” Sawyer asked.

“That’s what everyone says and they do know her better than I do.” Zahrah shrugged.

“And to think just a couple of weeks ago she was still throwing me at other women. If it wouldn’t scandalize the entire country, I think she’d still be throwing me at other women.” Zahrah paused in midstep and stared.

“But you’re married.” She put her foot down on the ground.

“Aye.” He nodded.

“But–what are the divorce laws like here in Shadowcrest?”

“I–don’t know.” Sawyer said. “It’s not the divorce, really, it’s the annulment that’s usually a problem.”

“What’s the difference?” If she was going to have to get married as a teenager, maybe it would be better to know this now. Though she’d hope that if she got married it would be for love and to someone who she would never, ever want to divorce.

“Between an annulment and a divorce?”

“No. I mean how hard is it to get an annulment over a divorce.”

“Depends. Depends on the priest, depends on the kingdom, depends on if your marriage has been consummated.” Sawyer told her. “I think if we were really miserable, both Lord Gray and King Lachlan would give us a divorce.”

“So, it’d only be the consummation that would be a problem for you and Jolene?” Zahrah asked only to see Sawyer’s eyes drop to the cobblestone he was kicking at. “Sawyer? You–you guys haven’t–done it?” A flush crawled up his cheeks and over his ears as he continued to stare at the ground.

“She needs more time.” Sawyer whispered.

“Wow, cause if I was with a guy as hot as you–I think I’d have a hard time waiting til the wedding.” Zahrah exclaimed. Sawyer drew his hazel eyes up and looked hard at her.

“You–you think I’m–attractive?” Sawyer asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Hell yeah.” Zahrah said. “Most of you guys are. I mean, Emanuel is a bit mopey and emo for my taste, And Jarrett’s just–I don’t know how you could be attracted to him. And I mean, Lord Gray is kinda–I mean you just can’t entertain fantasies about him. There’s nothing there to work with if you spent five minutes in his company. But you’re very good looking.”

“What about Tate?” Sawyer asked after a moment’s quiet.

“He’s–cute.” She bit her lip.

“Cute?” Sawyer asked. “In what way?”

“Well, you know, cute, like Alistair’s puppy, or the new foal, or the baby chicks.” Zahrah cocked her head to the side. “How else could he be cute?”

“Like an attractive guy is cute?” Maybe Sawyer meant it as a statement, but it definitely went up in pitch as if he weren’t sure. Zahrah must have looked puzzled. “I’ve heard Lady Fiona telling Lady Jennica that King Lachlan is ‘cute’, which sounds different than when Lady Heidi or Jolene would tell me I was cute. The former sounds like someone you’re–what’s Mistress Peyton say ‘in to”? The latter was definitely baby chick cute.”

“Oh, well, it’s not that Tate’s not kinda hot. He’s just–he’s not swoon-worthy. He’s so boy-next-door.” Zahrah tossed her hair. “It’s not that I don’t like him–but he’s like best friend material. Sweet, kind, the guy you can depend on,” She listed.

“You make that sound like a bad thing. Mistress Raquel says the same thing about Blake, only it doesn’t sound bad when she says it.” Sawyer said.

“I don’t mean it bad.” Zahrah said. She chewed on her cheek for a moment trying to think. “It’s just–he’s like the actor you see in a movie that always does a great job, and you enjoy seeing him in the movie. But he’s not the leading man. He’s not the one you go to the movie for. He’s not the one you daydream over. He’s not the one you spend all weekend cutting pictures out of your magazines of.”

“And Alistair is the ‘leading man’?” Sawyer asked.

“C’mon, why is everyone so down on Alistair. He can be a really great guy if you get to know him!” Zahrah found her bottom lip pushing out into a pout. Seriously, it was totally like a movie, she was the only one who could see past his outside to the sweet guy he was underneath that.

“Maybe we do know him.” Sawyer muttered before turning to resume his path toward the house that Nessa, Jarrett, and Olivia shared. “Morning, Nessa!” He called as she stepped out onto the small front porch. “You’re looking particularly lovely this morning.”

“Sawyer, your flattery will get you nowhere.”

“But you do! Doesn’t she?” Sawyer asked turning toward Zahrah again.

“Her–your hair looks nice.” She didn’t understand Nessa. She was so much prettier when she put a little effort into her appearance. Most of the time she didn’t do anything more than pull her beautiful strawberry gold hair back in a completely unflattering braid or knot.

Between Kennedy, Jennica, and Emanuel it wasn’t like they didn’t have cosmetics around to be worn. But she was pretty sure the only time she’d seen anything on Nessa was at Jolene’s wedding. She didn’t even attempt to cover the scars on her face or give you anything else to focus on.

The looser hair was marginally more flattering.

“Okay, Liv, you win this one.” Nessa called back in the house, a laugh drifting out in response on the late summer breeze.

“Goody! I adore winning.”

“And I’ve resigned myself to not winning.” Nessa said dryly, Sawyer laughed as he followed her into the house. Zahrah followed Sawyer, knowing she shouldn’t, he was married but he had a very cute, tight butt under those hose and the fabric left very little to the imagination and it was kind of distracting, really.

“So, you ready to head up now?” Jarrett asked standing up from the table.

“Just about.” Sawyer said, turning to Zahrah, who was still lingering in the doorway. “You know, exciting isn’t always better. Fires, floods, and animal stampedes are all kind of exciting, that doesn’t mean they’re good.” What? Why was he going all Yoda all of a sudden? But he apparently wasn’t going to explain because he just nodded to her, bowed to Nessa and Olivia and followed Jarrett out the door.

“So you never finished telling me what he said.” Nessa said to Olivia who put down the needle she was using to weave with.

“Oh–you know him. King of the backhanded compliment. He asked me if I always put on weight in my ass because it was looking better these days.” Olivia tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked at her backside.

“Well, what did you expect, he’s not exactly Shakespeare.” Nessa said. “And your ass looks fine, Liv.”

“That’s cause you don’t have to see me naked.” Olivia retorted dryly. “Then again no one else does either, so I guess I can live with it.”

Afternoons like this, soft and sweet like warm honey, were just too rare to spend cooped up in the house helping bake pastries. And even a hard task master like Olivia realized that the heart wasn’t in her apprentice about the second time she found her thoughts wandering off as she was applying icing, getting it all over the counter. So Zahrah found herself banished to the outside while Nessa and Olivia finished up the last couple of batches.

The only thing better than lounging on the pillowy grass watching the clouds in the sky was if there had been anyone to watch them with. Someone like…

“So the cruel dungeon master let you out for the afternoon, my lady?” Alistair’s handsome face stepped into her view. She felt her heart thumping just a little harder in her chest. He was so handsome and even though almost everyone called her my lady or lady Zahrah, there was just something–personal about the way he said it, something cutely possessive. Like a pet name.

“Olivia isn’t cruel, she’s really nice.” Zahrah told him as she stood up and brushed the grass off her skirt.

“Certainly.” He smiled, although there seemed to be something else behind it. But before she could decipher it, he held out a dozen roses to her. It wasn’t shy how he did it, as Tate might have, with a blush and a stammer, simply graceful and charming. “A rose for a rose, Lady Zahrah.” No, Zahrah was the one blushing.

“Thank you. They’re beautiful.” Zahrah said bending to inhale them.

“Well, what else could I bring such a beautiful lady” He asked.

“Oh, there you–oh Alistair.” Nessa said coming through the gate.

“Lady Nessa.” There was something small and tight in both their voices, though all they directed toward her was smiles, forced smiles, but smiles. Like she was five again and couldn’t see through it.

“Does Olivia need me for something?” Zahrah asked, her heart sinking, just a little. Yes, she was supposed to be helping Olivia and learning how to cook, but really who wouldn’t rather spend their afternoon with their crush, holding roses and being flattered rather than packing pastries up for the next morning’s market.

“Well, we do need to get these carried up to Fox’s for market.” Nessa said. A whine built up in Zahrah’s throat, which she wouldn’t give voice to, it would only make her sound like a petulant little kid in front of Alistair.


“Couldn’t you assist her, Lady Nessa.” Alistair asked dryly.

“Only if someone else wants to go check on the barn and feed the animals in it.” Nessa’s voice was bland. “And Zahrah is supposed to be Olivia’s assistant, which makes carrying them part of her job.” Zahrah sighed.

“I’ll be right in.”

“Tate!” Nessa called, suddenly. Zahrah looked at Nessa, then in the direction Nessa was looking, yes, there was Tate. Maybe Tate could take the pastries to market with Olivia and Zahrah could leave early. Although there was a part of her that felt guilty for even thinking it. Tate had already put in most of an afternoon working for the king, it probably wasn’t fair to make him do her job on top of his.

“One moment, Lady Nessa.” He called back.

“Well, my lady, it seems our time has been cut short.” Alistair leaned closer to her to murmur in her ear. If she’d been looking she might have noticed the way his leaning closer was timed just for when Tate rounded the corner. Might have seen the look of hopelessness cross his face. See the look of disgust cross Nessa’s. But all she could see were Alistair’s beautiful brown eyes.

“Guess so. I’ll–see you later?” She asked. He nodded with that smile that made her knees get all quivery, then headed off toward the front gate. She was still watching him, so she didn’t see Nessa pat Tate’s shoulder, or the pain on his face as the other woman did so.

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8 Responses to You’ll Be A Woman Soon

  1. Morgaine2005 says:

    Oh, Zahrah! Leave the d-bag alone! There’s a perfectly sweet boy just hankering after you. You don’t want to be with Alistair, trust me. There’s a reason why nobody in the kingdom has anything good to say about him — it’s because there’s nothing good to say.

    Still, she is only a teenager, and it is for teenagers to lust after inappropriate men and want things that it really, really wouldn’t be good for them to have. And Alistair, more’s the pity, knows all the right buttons to push with her.

    But here’s the thing, Zahrah, honey: maybe Tate’s not the guy who draws you to the theater. But he can steal the show while he’s there if you let him. And I bet you anything he won’t run through women like the leading man does.

    • Andavri says:

      Wise words, Morgaine, unfortunately even if I stuffed them in Raquel’s mouth, as she is likely the only one who would say them, Zahrah probably wouldn’t listen. She’s a teenager. and all that entails.

      *tries to picture Tate as a player* *snorts* I don’t see it. He wouldn’t run through women, because unlike another Shadowcrestian, he does actually respect women. Quite a lot actually. That’s probably because of the women who have been important in his life. But even more than that, he’d probably quit immediately if you told him he had to go through this again, and again, and again.

      But, yeah. I wish that Zahrah will see that Alistair’s a douche and drop him and run to Tate, but… well… Not everybody gets a happy ending. Thanks, Morgaine!

  2. Van says:

    I kind of wonder if maybe the fact that no one has anything nice to say about Alistair is what’s drawing Zahrah to him. I just can’t see any other appeal. He’s not that good-looking–I mean, he’s not ugly, but as far as the Shadowcrest bachelors go he’s really nothing special. And everything he says to her sounds like it was ripped from some cheesy script; I wouldn’t be surprised if he slipped up at some point and called her “Lady Insert-Name-Here”.

    Although I have to say… I kind of feel like we need to see some villainy from Alistair? I mean, we’ve seen that he’s lazy and refuses to pull his weight with anything and that he’s not very polite about it, and clearly most of the characters think he’s bad news and I feel like I can trust them… but at the same time, I’ll admit that I’m kind of itching to see him do something bad, just to drive that last confirming nail into the coffin.

    I’m not sure how I feel about Zahrah. She seems a little shallow, but she’s very young and it doesn’t seem like anything she won’t grow out of eventually. I guess we’ll just have to see how she grows up, but at this point, I’m thinking Tate could do better.

    And who is this guy that Olivia and Nessa were talking about? Has Olivia started something up with someone on the sly? Or has this been mentioned before and I’ve just forgotten it?

    • Andavri says:

      Interesting thought, Van. I wondered if anyone would pick up on that. In answer to your kinda wonder, not exactly. Although there is a lot of her thinking exactly that “Poor guy, he’s so all alone, nobody ever has anything nice to say about him.” thing running through her head. She does happen to find him handsome. No he’s not all that handsome comparatively. He’s sort of at the end of my I’d Hit It list of available bachelors in Shadowcrest, even if he hit his head and instead of inventing the flux capacitor, he just woke up with a different personality.

      He, however, is better at hiding a lot of his baggage from Zahrah than some of the others are. Unfortunately she is shallow, not all that clever, and at this point still very much a TEENAGER. He is also confident, which Tate isn’t. Tate wouldn’t have presented her with a bouquet and a cliché, he’d have presented her with a bouquet and a stammered out “these are for you.” people are amazingly blind to the obvious when they’re busy seeing things they want to.

      And he isn’t very clever and as he is lazy, he doesn’t put a lot of thought and effort into it, he chose Zahrah because of that. There are other girls who are just as pretty as she is. (Olivia comes to mind, but Shadowcrest isn’t lacking for beauties either.) But she is the one his brand of flattery works best on. He could very well be using a script, but she doesn’t have the perspective to see that for what it is.

      Tate probably could do better, but don’t we all have a few characters who deserve better than what they get? And who knows how this arc will play out? (Well I do, I’ve got it plotted out and about half the pics for it taken.) But without spoilers, can’t say more.

      Funny, though, that you should say that about needing that last nail. We will, I promise, 100% see Alistair’s true colors at one point in this arc and we will know, underneath it all, whether nobody liking poor Alistair is just everybody else projecting on the admittedly laziest of Crestians, or… if there is something there that everyone but Zahrah can see.

      As for Olivia, well, if I had wanted you to know who said that I wouldn’t have said “He” I’d have used a name. :-P However this is the first reference to it, so you didn’t miss anything.

      Thanks, Van!

  3. jm.chandler says:

    It’s good to see into Zahrah’s mind and she is very much what I’d consider a typical teenager. I think she has a lot of growing up to do yet and with her state of mind, I can sort of see how she can be attracted to Alistair. She very much likes to romanticize things from what I can tell and she’s been brought into this new world with incredibly good looking sim men (lol), and someone older is pulling out all the stops to woe her and it’s working. But I hope that in time she’ll see what everyone else sees because I very much doubt she’ll be happy when she sees the real Alistair and it’s too late because she’d committed herself to him. *le sigh* I so want to give Tate a big squishy hug. He’s ten times the man Alistair is and it’s sad that Zahrah can’t see that right now.

    • Andavri says:

      I’m kinda glad she comes across as a typical teenager type, cause I was certainly going for that.

      She is definitely a romantic and she, like a lot of teenagers that I’ve known, thinks she’s more mature and grown up and worldly than she actually is.

      But, as for what happens with her and Alistair, well, that’d be telling. ;-)

      Thanks, Lili!

  4. Dominiquex says:

    Oh good lord Zahrah! Open you eyes! She’s driving me crazy. I get a really bad vibe from Alistair, and I think it’s beyond the fact that no one has anything good to say about him. If there wasn’t such a small population in Shadowcrest, he would totally be the guy to win her affection and trust, sleep with her, and then leave. And in a medieval setting, that can ruin a girl’s life. I don’t know how his personality/MO would transition to a marriage given the Shadowcrestian situation, but it can’t be good. Even his picking her as the one most likely to succumb to his brand of flattery is so predatory. He reminds me of a less smooth Wickham. And Zahrah’s just pissing me off – she’s like the girl in the horror movie that goes off on her own no matter how much you yell at the tv.

    Good writing.

    • Andavri says:

      Yes, there is a bit of sitting there going “wake up! For fluff’s sake wake up!” that goes into comments and into writing her, but there is a realism to consider to. A lot of teenagers don’t wake and find themselves in questionable situations.

      It’s weird about Alistair, he has kind of developed a vibe I didn’t intend. He was never supposed to be a great wonderful guy. But he kinda creeps me out too, and I’m not sure why, even knowing what happens with him, it’s certainly not over with, even when the immediate is over with.

      It could very well ruin her life in a medieval sense, if he seduced her and left her, however there are a variety of pasts, mostly troubled, amongst the female half of the Shadowcrest population, and they would see that she wasn’t ostracized for it. Nessa, for example, wasn’t married to Mitch, and they lived together for over five years. And Olivia and Jennica are both divorced.

      At the same time, it’s an awful big price to pay for something that most teenagers go through. Thanks, Dom!

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