Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2015 12:17:00 GMT -5
Early in the morning before the sun started to raise Dahlia was awake and moved quietly around in her room. She pulled her hood over her head and swept her hair back from her face before she carefully opened the door out. Unobtrusive she looked around outside her room and listen watchfully to get a good view about the new place she was going to enter. There were often a lot of people moving around here in the building but not so many in these early mornings. A fact Dahlia knew very well. When she was convinced that she could get out unnoticed she closed the door behind her and moved quickly through the corridor. In the end of the corridor she reached her first crossroad she slowed down and leant her back against the wall when she stopped. The wall behind her was hard in a coarse surface and so cold that it gave her goose bumps when it got through the fabric of her clothes. Unknown people in the number of three were walking around in the crossing corridor that she had to pass and patiently she waited for them to keep going. The sound of their low voices made her certain of that they were female servants exchanging gossips that didn’t really interested Dahlia at all. She really didn’t want to hear about how handsome her male relatives were or listen to all their giggling that only made her more impatient to stay put.
When they finally walked away Dahlia moved more quickly, still very quiet, and crossed her fingers in her mind and wished to not be stopped again. It worked. The moment she got out of the building to some kind of garden she smiled and pulled off her hood from her head. It didn’t matter if someone saw her anymore and she didn’t really care if anyone did either. She was just so relived to get out in some way, except windows or balconies, without having someone stalking every step she took. It was still cold outside and very dark but in the horizon of the ocean was some new light reaching up to the sky. Dahlia walked forward through the garden with her eyes at the horizon until a low but broad wall of stones blocked her way. It wasn’t the first time she was sitting at just that wall early in the morning watching how the sun created something nearly magical on the sky. Everything is possibly with magic. So why shouldn’t she bring her problems and think about them under the hour the closest thing she knew of that could be connected with magic?
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