Stitch in Time𓃒 𝐉. 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

𝐼𝑉. 𝐺ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑀𝑎𝑛

Roselyn kept an eye on Claire, who was hugging herself as they paraded down the street, back to the Inn. Neither one spoke to the other, trying to figure out what their tea leaves or palm reading lesson meant before the two men entered the room.

Keeping her blue gaze on the cemented ground, the white-haired female's hand dug into a hard cover copy of a book and she stroked the spine. The woman had managed to get the Reverend to let her borrow the book she wanted, as long as she returned it before they left town to go back home.

Roselyn had no idea what the lady could have meant for her. It wasn't something you'd usually get from a tea-leaf reading she assumed in comparison to Claire's reading, so why did she get it? She frowned slightly, trying to make sense of things.

The young adult continued to walk to the Inn, making sure that Claire was in her sight at all times. If they were to get lost, it was beneficial for them to get lost together rather than being alone and not knowing where the building was or where the other had disappeared to.

They eventually made it back to their respective building, with Roselyn now by the side of the blackette woman who glanced at the beautiful lady beside her, staring at her blue eyes with wonder. "You know what I just realised?"

"What?"

We look like the Yin and the Yang," Claire commented, gesturing to the complete opposite colour of their hair. "It's both natural, too." Roselyn looked between the clock on the wall to Claire, smiling over at her. "We do? That's awesome."

They walked up the stairs, Claire reaching her room first. "This is my stop," she mused, giving a quick look over at her friend. "You'll be okay, right?" Roselyn looked to Claire with a tilted head. "If anyone were to be asking that question, Claire, it would be me saying it to you."

Claire only frowned, going back to thinking about Mrs. Graham's tea-reading abilities. "Don't worry about it, Claire. You'll be okay. You're too old to get divorced," she joked, earning a smack on the shoulder. "Like you're any younger than me."

Roselyn gave her a knowing smile, keeping her age under wraps as she shrugged her shoulders. "Have a good bath, Claire." The said person looked the white-haired female with curiosity. It was a strange phrase to come from anyone's mouth, but it coming from the War Veteran made it somehow less odd.

Roselyn reached her door moments later, entering it without a look back and let out a small hum. Yet another day has passed and Claire still didn't know her true age. She wasn't ready to reveal that she was only nineteen.

It isn't the best story to tell. Even if you were of age during the war.

According to the reports in the war, Roselyn was a male born on the 19th of September 1920, making her nineteen when she joined, but in fact, she was born on the 19th of September 1926. She was barely even thirteen when she masked herself as a male adult to join her country; Australia, in the war.

Claire thought she was twenty-three, not knowing her true age due to the white-haired female's preference. She didn't want anyone to know until years later. 

Taking on her usual bathing routine with the water pouring into the tub being only hot water, she stripped from her clothes and got in. Roselyn's eyes closed, concealing the blue irises from being seen as she let the water engulf her face and body, feeling her body relax from the day's events the longer she just laid there.

An hour or so went by and the water finally went from the steaming hot temperature at the start, to lukewarm and then finally began to get cold. The young adult stepped out of the bathtub, wrapping a towel around herself.

Looking out the small window in the bathroom, the pitch black darkness was the only thing she saw besides the street lamps.

Walking into the main room, Roselyn went straight to the mirror in the corner next to the window, droplets falling from her hair and onto the towel. Inspecting her hair, the albino realised that the water only darkened her hair slightly. and it looked to be a silver shade right now.