Post by Shyvonne on Feb 8, 2010 1:25:11 GMT -5
Growing up the youngest MacGregor had never been easy but never was it terribly difficult. Not for the youngest MacGregor. Shyvonne was the youngest child. She never knew her father, or remembered him. That was very much like knowing him. He had taken a fall of his horse when Shyvonne was still a baby. It was rumored that Lady Ivella had caused the accident that took his life but well, it had never been proven and Shyvonne had grown up with her siblings and mother and never the wiser of her father. Never had it impressed itself on the girls mind that she was loosing out on something or was better off for it. Things just simply happened.
From a young age, Shyvonne was tutored by her mother. As she grew and her thirst for knowledge increased, tutors were brought into further her ever growing mind but it was apparent from a young age that Shyvonne did not get along with either of her siblings. Lindall was simply put, an air head who went along with what she was told to do while Searc thirsted for power and position. Shyvonne knew from a young age that power and position brought with it problems. Searc was to worried about what the Clan's well-to-do thought and wanted. What they wanted was not necessarily what was for the good of the clan. Many times throughout the years she fought with him urging his worst temper to the surface because she could. This wasn't to say Shyvonne didn't know when to stop but she was opinionated and would never live a day where people didn't know her views on things, whether they wanted it or not. Still, Shyvonne was never denied something she wanted. The baby of the family, she batted her eyelashes and got it.
When Searc went in search of his lost bride having found out she was alive when they had thought her dead. Shyvonne had said such a thing would bring trouble and at first she was weary of the bride Searc brought home nearly kicking and screaming. At first Shyvonne was very aloft of the Clan's new Co-leader but then Chloe had proved them all wrong, she may not of cared one whit for her brother, but Shyvonne could see she cared for the people. Over time the two became friends and Shyvonne felt pity for the girl that she should be married to such a disagreeable man as her brother when she loved another who was rumored to love Chloe in return though he took a wife. Shyvonne stayed out of the story for the most part for it was a struggle every day to feel a loyalty to Chloe and yet a deeper loyalty to her family and clan.
By seventeen, Shyvonne had moved out of MacGregor castle to become a school marm in the town of Armadale within Sleat lands. Her goal was to turn the abandoned castle of Oisles on the outskirts of town into an Academy for learning.
For three years she labored on getting the castle up to par for learning while dealing with the drama of her family and clan between as well. No one had ever said life was easy, but nor was it difficult either. It was all about choices. Oisles Castle was now Oisles Academy. One of her dreams come true. Now at twenty Shyvonne had a better understanding of the world, not that her opinions had changed much. She still found the match between her brother and Chloe to be disastrous and her brother a pawn in the Clan's wants rather then their needs but she had her school and she intended to provide a better life for the children of Sleat while still being the formidable pain in her brothers side. Someone needed to be the voice of reason on the side and she would do so without a second thought. She was all about loyalty to her family and clan above her own needs and wants.