Birds chirped and breezes blew as the quiet flowing of curtains hushed the typical town chatter outside her windows. The sun shown in, needing no anxious candles to be lit, awaiting burnout, for the sun never burns out. Neither does her spirit, no matter what.
The tall brunette closed her bottom dresser drawer with the tip of her shoe, clapping her palms together with a satisfied sigh. She dusted them off yet again on a bathing towel that hung up on the back of her door. Her eyelashes fluttered as she approached the old, rotting full length mirror. She stood before it, glancing up and down herself. She wrapped her hands right around her torso, just as she had when she was a little girl with her brother. She remembered. He shadowed her in the mirror. But, he was gone. She needed to move on. And she had. And she will, from everything else.
"I understand now."
Once again, another neat poster hung up in Old Town and New. It also sat in front of every noble estate's doors, aswell as the gate of the Prison. The poster stated in simple, neat, black ink -
"Never underestimate a cold, dead heart and spirit, for it can enflame once more, stronger and kinder than ever. -
Christine de Breveux."
The tall brunette closed her bottom dresser drawer with the tip of her shoe, clapping her palms together with a satisfied sigh. She dusted them off yet again on a bathing towel that hung up on the back of her door. Her eyelashes fluttered as she approached the old, rotting full length mirror. She stood before it, glancing up and down herself. She wrapped her hands right around her torso, just as she had when she was a little girl with her brother. She remembered. He shadowed her in the mirror. But, he was gone. She needed to move on. And she had. And she will, from everything else.
"I understand now."
Once again, another neat poster hung up in Old Town and New. It also sat in front of every noble estate's doors, aswell as the gate of the Prison. The poster stated in simple, neat, black ink -
"Never underestimate a cold, dead heart and spirit, for it can enflame once more, stronger and kinder than ever. -
Christine de Breveux."
