Clarity rubbed her eyelids open. Her little sister Lya, was curled up in a small ball, barely taking up any space. Clarity smiled as the light of the bright sun seeped through her gossamer white curtains. Instantly heating the hard wood floor. Clarity slowly lifted her legs out from under the duvet and onto the hard wood. She tiptoed to her wardrobe, where all her gowns and blouses and skirts hung on hangers and racks. Making it easier for organism.
It didn't take long for her to choose a sea foam green tired dress thatended at her ankles. She didn't bother to reach into her stockings drawer. She didn't wear stockings. They got all bunched up at the end of the day.
SHe slipped it on with ease, hoping Lya hadn't awoken yet, and tiptoed out of the room. The bedroom hall was silent, and each door was shut air tight. A light snoring came from the guest room Uncle Alan was staying in. He could sleep 23 and half hours a day if he wanted to. The other half was for eating frosted chocolate cakes. Clarity's stomach gurgled sadly.
Clarity gentily placed her foot on the first stair-step, knowing they were creaky, she didn;'t want to wake anyone up, knowing it was quite early.
She grinned at her silent accomplishment and skittered herself past the den and into the warm kitchen .Knowing that freshly made bagels, jams and maybe a few butters waited for her to munch lovingy on them. But instead, their was a quiet sobbing. She flattened herself on the wall beside the kitxchen doorway, not wanting to disturb the cry. She rocked her head slightly towards the door, hoping that she would catch sight of the sobbbing relative.
She saw her dark haired, rather stocky aunt Rowena. HEad down, sobbing into the table cloth. What wass he doing here? She was supposed to go back to Scotland right after MErri's birthday. She was a principal, after all. Clarity's stomach gurgled sadly. Each beat a syllable feed-me-clar-it-y.Sl owly, she turned on her heel. HEr full figure taking up all space in the doorway, but Rowena took no notice and continued to sob. Clarity approached with sheer caution, and tapped her aunt's shoulder slightly. Rowena's head perked up, and whirled around.
" Oh, Clarity. I'm sorry, it was just..I recieved a letter. From my husband, something happened to our daughter."
Rowena said shakily, her voice craking suddenly and her eyes stained red. Clarity put her hand on her aunt's shoulder consollingly.
" Is she..." HEr voice dark.
" No, no. Not dead. She just ran away, quite far away. Albania. And she brought a very prescious item along with her. Rebelious child, that Desdemona ."
Clarity scrunched up her features. Albania? Why run there? She had almost forgotten about her cousin Desdemona. She was away at school since she became 11. It was odd, really.
" What did she take?" Clarity asked, curiously. Her aunt's eyes looked a bit surprized, but she answered unwillingly.
" Just..my...old notebook. I am sure your father had one too long before we met Mavis.."
Rowena instantly sounded more brilling than before. Clarity nodded. A diadem. A crown. Interesting.
" Well, i'm guessing your far too hungry to continue this conversation. So, why not lt me make you some breakfast. Bagels? jam?"
Rowena asked, Clarity nodded eagerly. She loved Bagels and jam.And so the two outcasts ate their breakfast together.
" You know, that Merri's a lucky lady. Marrying Gildoery! she'll be pampered and rich!"
Aunt Rowena said, nautingly. Clarity had never thought about what her cousin's fiance' was like. She thought of him just as "Gildorey", Merri's beau.
" And that Brielle. What a charming face, but her buttery voice doesn't produce buttery words. I think it was last night, you were off helping Lya with the beddings, that Brielle and Ginnie were quarreling. Nasty, venomous words being spat. But Brielle had brought out the biggest weapon! Her be-"
" Morning! Everyone! what a lovely villa, chez Trembul, no?"
Bollocks.
It didn't take long for her to choose a sea foam green tired dress thatended at her ankles. She didn't bother to reach into her stockings drawer. She didn't wear stockings. They got all bunched up at the end of the day.
SHe slipped it on with ease, hoping Lya hadn't awoken yet, and tiptoed out of the room. The bedroom hall was silent, and each door was shut air tight. A light snoring came from the guest room Uncle Alan was staying in. He could sleep 23 and half hours a day if he wanted to. The other half was for eating frosted chocolate cakes. Clarity's stomach gurgled sadly.
Clarity gentily placed her foot on the first stair-step, knowing they were creaky, she didn;'t want to wake anyone up, knowing it was quite early.
She grinned at her silent accomplishment and skittered herself past the den and into the warm kitchen .Knowing that freshly made bagels, jams and maybe a few butters waited for her to munch lovingy on them. But instead, their was a quiet sobbing. She flattened herself on the wall beside the kitxchen doorway, not wanting to disturb the cry. She rocked her head slightly towards the door, hoping that she would catch sight of the sobbbing relative.
She saw her dark haired, rather stocky aunt Rowena. HEad down, sobbing into the table cloth. What wass he doing here? She was supposed to go back to Scotland right after MErri's birthday. She was a principal, after all. Clarity's stomach gurgled sadly. Each beat a syllable feed-me-clar-it-y.Sl owly, she turned on her heel. HEr full figure taking up all space in the doorway, but Rowena took no notice and continued to sob. Clarity approached with sheer caution, and tapped her aunt's shoulder slightly. Rowena's head perked up, and whirled around.
" Oh, Clarity. I'm sorry, it was just..I recieved a letter. From my husband, something happened to our daughter."
Rowena said shakily, her voice craking suddenly and her eyes stained red. Clarity put her hand on her aunt's shoulder consollingly.
" Is she..." HEr voice dark.
" No, no. Not dead. She just ran away, quite far away. Albania. And she brought a very prescious item along with her. Rebelious child, that Desdemona ."
Clarity scrunched up her features. Albania? Why run there? She had almost forgotten about her cousin Desdemona. She was away at school since she became 11. It was odd, really.
" What did she take?" Clarity asked, curiously. Her aunt's eyes looked a bit surprized, but she answered unwillingly.
" Just..my...old notebook. I am sure your father had one too long before we met Mavis.."
Rowena instantly sounded more brilling than before. Clarity nodded. A diadem. A crown. Interesting.
" Well, i'm guessing your far too hungry to continue this conversation. So, why not lt me make you some breakfast. Bagels? jam?"
Rowena asked, Clarity nodded eagerly. She loved Bagels and jam.And so the two outcasts ate their breakfast together.
" You know, that Merri's a lucky lady. Marrying Gildoery! she'll be pampered and rich!"
Aunt Rowena said, nautingly. Clarity had never thought about what her cousin's fiance' was like. She thought of him just as "Gildorey", Merri's beau.
" And that Brielle. What a charming face, but her buttery voice doesn't produce buttery words. I think it was last night, you were off helping Lya with the beddings, that Brielle and Ginnie were quarreling. Nasty, venomous words being spat. But Brielle had brought out the biggest weapon! Her be-"
" Morning! Everyone! what a lovely villa, chez Trembul, no?"
Bollocks.
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