@uncharnel
Jorah woke that day like the rest. Tired, sore and a ruminating headache. A bit of hot tea with one of those peppermints a temporary fix for such inconveniences. Charlotte graciously decided she fond of those and did not protest her mother’s intake of them. That, along with those cream drizzled cinnamon buns. Her pallet always cleansed after taking a bite of one of those sugary delights. The largest meal eaten most days were one of those treats she favored so much.
Her first meal of the day scheduled soon. The clock fastened against the wall ticked as if so. It all the noise to be had in this quite abode. The sound of chirping birds now gone as the snow laid atop the dead greens. Flown south for warmer skies no doubt. Jorah wished she could do the very same. Winter had always been her least favored time of the year. All that with life seemed to shrivel up into mangled shells of what they once were.
Color drained from the petals of flowers until they all but twigs left sticking out and waving in the air like an unwelcome friend. That all she saw when peering out the window from behind a flimsy curtain. The short time she had to see the grass and flora it not the most impressive. Yet, it had been something to gaze at with a distant fondness. Now, there nothing out there but barking and taunting wide land to run. A fog parted the glass when finger tips pressed against it. Ice from the corners had begun to spread further and further up.
In her ennui she watched how the pattern developed and molded over the past days. No snowflake like one another a rumor claimed. Rumors claimed many things however and so far Jorah only saw a growing prison on her one outlook to the world she lived outside of. Enough of that she had and soon stood in front of her mirror combing her hair orderly. Bristles swam through her locks and guided them into a ribbon to keep the majority of it from her face. The rest left to lay and curl at her back. Turned to the side Jorah assessed her work. Nothing a few tweaks could not fix.
However, her eyes also focused a growing addition to her physic. Palm caressed the round and smooth service as if it made of brittle glass just waiting to be shattered apart. Charlotte showing more and more now. It made the expecting mother curl her lips in tender comfort. Strange it was to think this would only become more obvious. The trousers Jorah adored so much no longer fit comfortably. Added pressure that far too disagreeable to put up with. Custom made from the best Parisian tailors she would have but there no such luxury here. There not even a decent trouser Jorah could slip into in any store. Dresses it was then.
And as soon as she heard the front door open from the downstairs Jorah was quick to grab onto her skirt as she made for the stairs. Eager and starry eyed, the one great thing about the day. One hand on the railing the other lifting up the skirt modestly as she walked down. What will they do today? Look at more of the baby clothes Jorah fawned over each day? Oh! Make something sweet to eat? Cookies sounded good today. Maybe with some peppermint in them. Hmm, now that’d be fun one!
As soon as her face lit up it soon grew dark. For it wasn’t Foley who waited for her at the stairs. No, this man looked not a thing like him. This one, this dog, had cocoa skin like those coffee seeds all ground up and turned into powder. Hair not a brown with a touch of fade to it but deep and dark oil. Oil that curled and frizzled into a grove like patch atop his head. It looked as soft as a bed of thorns and his eyes no different. Surrounded by puffy cloud like markings which curled out into a vertical double edged spiral.
Tattoos? Paintings? Odd whatever it was. Matched the hue of his eyes that stared like two lidded moons. Jorah did not like this man nor did she like his face. A peculiar sense it had and Jorah not fond of such sense. One look at him up and then down, hands dropped to her side like limp dough. A deep breath in and out through her nostrils and Jorah decided it time for her to speak. -“You are not Mister Foley.”- A fantastic observation but Jorah did not say it to point out the obvious.
-“Well.”- A click of her tongue. -“I guess you will settle then.”- No admiring soft and little socks. No mint cookies to munch on. Just this. -“Go on and do...whatever it is. I frankly do not care what you do as long it is done not to bother me. Sit, eat, play one of those weird board games or knit. Go on, go on.”- Jorah flicked her wrist, waving him off. -“There should be hot water in the kitchen for tea or coffee or whatever you drink. Again, I do not care what it is just drink what you fancy and so on and so forth.”-
Where was Foley? Why wasn’t he here? This man was to watch her now? No. she didn’t want anyone else! -“I am going back upstairs to bed. You do what you want and I do what I want. Simple.”- Turned her ankles and it be her back he’d speak to. -“I am returning to the room now. I am not in the mood for much else.”-
