Decided to do the interview that had been floating around. Went a little farther and set it up with a short paragraph so you can get a little more in Myla’s head.
OC question tag – Rules: 1. Pick a character you’ve created. 2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were that character. 3. Tag at least four people to do this meme.
The room is a massive expanse of plush red carpets and thick mahogany paneled walls. Heavy furniture presses in around me. Armchairs with ornate carved arm rests circled the oversized hearth like a group of stag. Mirrors with gilded frames and ormolu wall sconces hang on every wall. The candles glitter against the glited bronze holders.
The hearth fire leaves the room feeling hot and dry. The scent of the burning wood mingles with some sort of incense. The smell makes my head swim and I find myself falling onto an overstuffed brown settee. I pull my legs up onto the small sofa as I try to gather my bearings. Why on Earth am I here?
The answer sat down in front of me. She is quite a sight and not in a good way. Madam Marci is a thin woman made thinner with a corset that pinches her waist to the thickness of my neck. Her hair is a pile of ash blonde curls. Her dress is bright red with splashes of other just as bright colors. She looks like some sort exotic bird.
The differences between hers and I are almost painful. I am a twig like young woman barely coming into a woman’s body. I have a mass of brown waves for hair. My manner of dress probably doesn’t help things. I am wearing a plain pink dress made of silk or some other fine material, but it feels strange and itchy on my skin. I miss my old wool dresses.
Madam Marci grins. Her teeth are strange and straight. I pull my gaze away before she catches me staring.
“Are you ready for the interview, Lady Du Bois?” She asks.
A pit forms in my stomach and all I can do is nod.
What is your name?
Myla Renoir. You called me Lady Du Bois, but we have not yet been married.
Do you know why you were named that?
Myla was my grandmother’s name. Renoir is my family’s last name.
Single or taken?
(Myla shifts around uncomfortably.) I seem to have found myself having been taken.
Stop being a Mary Sue!
What’s your eye color?
How about hair color?
Have you any family members?
Yes, I come from a rather large family. There’s my mother and father, then I have five siblings. One older sister and one older brother. Then there is my younger sister and brother.
Oh, how about pets?
You mean animals such a cat or dog? No, my family couldn’t afford to care for anything like that. We did however have a couple goats and some chickens, but I’d hardly call those pets.
That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?
I don’t like not having the free will or power to make the decisions that affect my life.
Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?
I enjoy tending to my family’s garden.
Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?
I don’t think so.
Ever… killed anyone before?
No! And I can say the way you said those words makes it seem like you may have!
What kind of animal are you?
I’m not sure. I’d like to be maybe a bobcat?
Name your worst weaknesses.
I haven’t thought deeply enough about myself to understand my strengths. I guess my make the best of it personality might be my greatest weakness.
Do you look up to anyone at all?
No. I once looked up to my mother, but I find that has faded given recent developments.
Are you straight, gay or bisexual?
What do you mean? (Marci explains the difference. Myla blushes.) I never realized there were other options available, but I suppose I’m straight.
Do you go to school?
No. There are no schools in Bois-le-Duc. The children of the wealthy receive private tutoring, but that’s not something afforded to everyone.
Ever want to marry and have kids one day?
(Myla groans at the question.) By nightfall I’ll have the decision of marriage taken out of my hands. Children… I guess that comes with the marriage.
Do you have fangirls/fanboys?
Are there really children that wave fans at the rich? That’s awful!
What are you most afraid of?
(Myla looks around, but doesn’t say anything. She just presses her lips together tightly.)
What do you usually wear?
Home spun clothing.
What’s one food that tempts you?
Freshly roasted meat. It was a luxury in my home.
Am I annoying you?
No… You just make me uncomfortable.
Well, it’s not over!
What class are you (low class, middle class, high class)?
Low class by birth. High class by upcoming marriage.
How many friends do you have?
Do siblings count?
What are your thoughts on pie?
On pie? It’s rather good in winter, I guess.
Spiced apple cider.
What’s your favorite place?
Some place with nature and plants.
Are you interested in anyone?
No. (Marci casts Myla a side long glance.) Maybe.
That was a stupid question.
Yes, it was.
Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?
I’ve never been to the ocean. I think it’d be wonderful to swim in the ocean.
What’s your type?
Type of what? (Marci clarifies.) Oh, I haven’t the faintest.
No, witch craft is taboo. (Marci doesn’t bother to correct her that a fetish is not just the term for a object like a voodoo doll.)
Camping or indoors?
Camping under the stars. Listening to the sounds of little bugs.