There is a peculiar warmth that entices the petite form which lays upon the current bedding... an illumination of beams, streaming betwixt partially drawn curtains to conceal the window above. Blonde tufts shift in her brief stirs from slumber, lids unmercifully weighted in their coaxing to return to such a peaceful rest. Lips part to intake a shallow breath, attempting to fend this lethargic feeling that her body craves for only a few more, precious moments. Limbs barely budge before they still, her physique dormant once again.
-- a fleeting recollection, as if it were but a minuscule reverie --
Bare soles relishes in the cool blades of grass with each trek forward, pools of lavender reflecting the grace this day has to offer. For, it is within this garden she comes in prayer, to hearken the bells belonging to such a picturesque church not far off. Ah, but so they resound their harmonious tones... only for her veins to set aflame upon each toll, an apprehension seizing hold of her palpitating heart.
"Come, daughter of God--"
Vocables resonate from her very interior, as if the very soul harboured within this frame is burning with an intensity she cannot quell. No longer can she stride forward, both legs enfeebled so. Dazzling is the radiance that engulfs her, each syllable pellucid upon her very own ears. There is no mistake of the divinity that seeps from every second thus spent here, the bewildered child collapsing upon each knee whilst she trembles gently.
Coral lips open in an effort to speak, yet no voice escapes.
"Heed us, child. Remain good and pure; listen to our guidance."
There she remains, hearing the piercing noise behind the forms that come forth whilst the masculine voice speaks his message. One a gentleman of fine features, none she has yet been blessed to view in this mortal world. The two other are but visages that float from beyond his clothed figure -- women, their countenances feminine in curvature and amiable nature. Even so she cannot refrain from quivering in fright, tears beginning to swell in each corner of her eye.
Minutes pass into what seems hours before this whitened luminescence dissipates slowly from her gaze. A single hand lifts in an attempt to interrupt their retreat to no avail. Soon, the meadow returns to the lush and earthly realm it once was prior. It is only a single muttering laced within the chirping birds that remains of such an ethereal encounter, a diminutive reminder of what had just transpired.
"Fear not, O Daughter, for return we shall..."
... a single tear trickles downward atop pale skin, the pillow case dampened where the other side of her face presses to it. Slow is the opening of each eye, elfin digits moving to brush along the glistening trail. She cannot find it within her to utter a single word, taking note that these walls do not belong to the room which she normally stays. Thus, she presses herself upward to sit soundly in this foreign bed, peeling the blankets from her body to alleviate the heat that settles upon her skin as tears begin to pour down each cheek.
In quietude she glances through the sunlit stained window that is of another's keeping, the sound of distant ringing in both ears accompany the bustling city beyond the structure soon intermingle with the pondering mind to such an unobtainable dream.
Viridescent hues flick toward the doorway of the prodigious room, the current arrangement where it is she is to rest accordingly. Spring comes forth with no regards to preparation, the cleanliness of the household coming into question whilst those of maids skitter about in their utmost to cleanse each chamber thoroughly, restoring the pristine conditions it once retained. Bare feet plod tenderly against glimmering tiles before passing beyond the threshold to her room.
Her mouth opens to inquire of what they required, only to perceive the one who hailed her pointing at an peculiar, ornate vial that sits atop the alabaster nightstand. Loosely her right wrist flicks, prompting this specific maid to step aside so she might move forward to examine the foreign object. Arms cross, eyes analyzing each carve in the glass which contains the carmine liquid, perfectly still as if having stood there without disturbance. Ah, but curious she does grow. Thus, a hand extends, taking careful hold to rest within her palm as she lifts it.
❝Such an obedient child,❞ the voice coos sickeningly sweet, steeping with venom akin to a viper ready to strike. Lithe fingers tilt the silvern chalice that chills coral lips in attempt for every droplet to be consumed by the discomforted daughter. ❝A shame, to fall ill, if it were not to remain so...❞
Lips twist into a minuscule frown, her very own digits lifting to apply pressure unto her delicate throat as if it would quell this burning figment that trickles with each swallow, as if recollecting something once long forgotten. Diminutive are the trembles upon the hand which wields the petite carafe, her grip tightening in a flare of her temper, crushing it so. The noxious liquid splatters across once freshened flooring, shards laced within it, as the housekeeper stares in mild concern of this act.
❝Are you to exist there, inactive, with such filth to be tended? Does your obligation not call? Rid of it at once, lest it contaminates all else.❞ This order is issued as she turns, heeding no mind to the sting that gnaws continuous upon her hand, the poison leisurely seeping through pale skin. ❝Hail for another to draw a bath, with petals afloat, for my pleasure.❞
❝R-Right away, Miss!❞
And, without another word, she strides forward to make way for the washroom--
