The Autumn sunlight scorched though the half closed curtains, painting the blankets the color of brown rather then the black the shadows had dyed the covers. Copper red hair clung to the woman's left cheek from the mix of sweat caused by her fever and the fact that she'd just awoken from sleeping on that side- causing her wild curls to flatten against her skin. The Claith had pushed herself up several moments ago, her fingers dragging gently through the tan fur of her roommate, the Ithanian desert cat that had been gifted to her as her lilac butterflies rested on either the bedposts or their creator's shoulders.
The woman gave a gentle sigh, pulling the blankets tightly around her as she shivered before a soft knock from the door crept up the stairwell to her. She gave a moment of thought before regretfully dragging herself from her mattress- the thinnest blanket getting pulled with her as a makeshift cloak. Her bare feet padded across the floor and down the stairs, the jingling of her feline's bell following along. At the foot of the steps, the Claith pulled open the door, her thinly covered skin shocked by the snow as the breeze blew several flakes into the apartment.
Outside the door stood the brown cloaked figure of a familiar thirteen year old- the boy that Merina had made into her trusted page despite no legal paperwork ever being pulled up. The boy offered her a small smile and then held out a letter in bare fingers to the twenty year old. She nodded, taking the notice as the boy rubbed his nose soon after.
"Thank you," she said in a rough voice, sickness and dehydration making her throat sore. The young boy gave another polite nod to the woman that filled his paycheck before he turned and hopped down the apartment's outside stairs to join the trio of similarly aged children that had been waiting for him.
Merina flipped the envelope, catching the seal on the front- House Heinrich. She pushed herself back up the stairs, shuffling to rejoin the warm covers of her bed before finally opening the letter. Her short nail pressed under the seal and broke it, allowing her to open the letter which she fumbled with getting out. It was a reply to her note to the one other person she felt needed to know she'd be absent till the morning after the next- Seri. A ghost-like smile danced across her lips a moment as she took her time reading the Common letters which detailed that he'd be coming to visit soon enough before finally turning to return to rest. The Claith folded her arms, pressing the letter to her chest in a small comfort besides the loving purrs of her cat.
And suddenly, the idea of being too ill to leave home didn't seem as lonely to the Claith as she held the letter in her half-sleep.
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