Whims of The Wheel, part 2
The girl wandered the halls aimlessly. She was unsure of how much time had passed since the little note had brought her here, but she didn't mind too much. How strange, she never would have thought that so many people could reside within a single suitcase.
Finding herself in the lobby, she glanced around the spacious room curiously. Until her sights settled on a nightingale perched beside the large window, chirping a wistful song.
"Hello Ms. Bird! Why is your song so sad?" The girl ran up to the nightingale, her bandaged fingers finding not feathers, but smooth, luxurious silk. She lowered her head gracefully to meet the girl's gaze. Her eyes looked somewhat hazy, as if she were dreaming.
"I miss Vienna," answered the nightingale, bringing a neatly embroidered handkerchief to her eye as a single tear fell, "not the stage, nor the empty house, but my Doctor." She let out a choked sob. "My Doctor, how I miss visiting cafes with her, smelling the musty scent of her clinic, seeing the vibrant arsenic green of her coat... I miss my home." She sighed and swallowed back her tears, having been raised better than to cry in public.
A doctor? Who would miss their doctor? Was the bird sick? "I'm sure you will meet her again soon." The girl attempted to soothe her, stroking her hair softly. "If your doctor is so good to you, something else must be keeping her away, no?"
"Of course! My Doctor could never be so cruel as to abandon our friendship." The nightingale breathed a quiet sigh of relief, not believing for a moment that her Doctor would ever leave her of her own volition.
And you, what is it that brought you here? Surely you're not an angel sent to banish my worries, aren't you?" With said worries placed to the side, even for a moment, the focus now shifted to the girl. She hummed thoughtfully before responding.
"I was brought here by a little note, one that told me I was needed elsewhere." That sounded about right. The note said that home wasn't safe anymore, so she was taken away by the people in white and black uniforms.. "I used to live in Vienna just like you, but Mama and Papa were always by my side, so our house was never empty."
The girl placed a hand on her conch, feeling it humming in her grasp. "I don't miss my home, they wouldn't want that for me. And I have no reason to be sad, since they promised to be with me in my hallucinations." She put her hands together, as if offending a silent prayer to her late parents.
Then she brought the blue shell to her ear, and began to hum along to its melody. The nightingale listened for a moment, before drawing a deep breath, and chirping a bright tune.
Oh gosh they share the same pronouns I need to think of something different.
Forget how I wrote Vila and 6, I definitely messed up Isolde this time. I am so sorry Isolde. No comment on Lorelei, but I don't feel too confident on her either.
Perhaps I would write her a little better if she decided to join my suitcase...
Before you slice and dice me, please note that I'm writing these as character practice :P
