Caesar

CHAPTER TWO • LIGHT DECEPTION

Danbury looks out her window. It is bright with the sun putting up its usual fight. The rays escape into her room brightening it.

Her white couch feels soft beneath her buttocks. An unfinished embroidered napkin rests on the floor. The knitting pins and threads are scattered on the floor.

A wooden mirror is in her hands. It is dark black with golden and peach coloured flowers.

Her hands run through her hair as she throws it down to the ground.

It bounces up right into her hands. The floral designs on it were so unique though they seemed archaic.

"What are you used for?"

She stares at the mirror she stole from the Shaman. Her reflexion stares back at her.

She throws it back to the ground and it bounces back again right into her hands like a ball.

This event didn't startle her instead she was intrigued and fascinated. Her impulse stealing was becoming more than a habit. So bad a habit, she dared to steal from a Shaman.

"You may be useless but I got the worth of my money!" She snorts.

Picking up a book which is neatly arranged by her bed, her fingers caress the pages. Her eyes stare blindly at the pictures of herbs - ranging from the green Dandelion and various pictures of stinging Nettles but her mind wonders:

"The one with the flute?" She stands up hastily then sits back down. Up she stands again pacing around.

"He could be my the one...!"

" Or he could be a girl..." Katrina voices startles her as she walks into the room from the other end. Her feet drags the napkin pushing it on the mirror to hide it.

Katrina walks in holding a tray of pastries.

"Katrinaaaa!" She yells out laughing out. Her hands pick up a pastry and they put it into her mouth.

"What part of avoid don't you understand? That is if you want to act on the words of that Quack!" Her maids nags her. She picks up a hair brush, urging Danbury to her seat, pausing, she forces her into the seat. Danbury's eyes constantly look at the slightly covered mirror, panicking. Should her maid discover it, she was dead!

"It's melody pleasant yet dreadful to you...!" The shaman's voice rings in her ears distracting her from her immediate troubles.

She looks up to her maid who gently brushes her straight light coloured hair and finally some common sense surges through her head as she rethinks .

"I am so foolish...how could I still view the one who holds the flute as a potential suitor when he's supposed to... ruin me!"

Her maid laughs out and says in a high pitched voice still focusing on her hair.
"You are still a child and you are lonely, single and constantly...craving a perfect romeo...an epic tragic love story! But my friend... that isn't going to happen soon!"

"Don't tease me, Kat! And you don't know that! " Her hands slightly hits her maid. Her giggles are light and ladylike.

"Talking about flutes... It's time for your flute lesson!'

Her eyes open wide and so does her mouth. She didn't like playing the Flute and wasn't quite talented at it so she decided to use it as an excuse.

" Flute? Do you hate me that much Rina?...!" She stands up walking towards her bed.

Her servant turns to drop the brush inside her wardrobe.

"In flute lesson... Everyone holds the flute!" She screams at Katrina who arranges her jewelries.