Dreamer and The Doom

2. Harmony of Tiles

I bite back a scream when Nelliya again knocks on my door.
"What now?" I call out.
"uh..umm...your father wants to see you?" of course he does. Don't tell me he knows I wasn't home midnight. I get up from my bed and make myself mentally ready to answer a bucket of questions with lies.

I open the door.

"Your father is waiting in the library," Nelliya says and lefts.

All you have to do is meet with him. He doesn't even know that I lost his cloak or I was the one who did that. See its easy I tell myself.

"Good morning, dad," I say while leaning against the wooden door of the library. He often scribbles here, in the middle of book mountains and by often, I mean seventy seven percent of his whole day and the left twenty three percent is spend on hunting in the woods.

"Good morning, Cora. Why are you not coming in?" There he goes starting the conversation with a question.

Well, of course, his question is rational. I hardly wait for him to tell me to come in.

"Well, I was going to," and from here starts my needless laughs, a sign of nervousness.

"So, haven't you been too busy these days?" He asks mockingly while leaning on his armchair.

"No. No of course it's not me who is busy and we can get the prove here," I reply pointing to the mess of papers he has created.

But I'll have to give him credit for not forgetting about me despite all the hectic.
"But I am not the one who gets missing at midnight, am I?" he inquires.

This is clearly an inquiry and I can't let him lay hold of me.
My father, Kendric Elrod, is known to be living in this earth for more than eight hundred and thirty-three years. Too experienced to not detect every lie escaping my mouth. Yet I will give it a try.

"Uhm...well......... missing might not be the right choice of word dad," I say avoiding his gaze.

"Well then what would be the right choice of word, daughter?' his voice suddenly becoming firm and deep. There is always an air of command in his voice though.

"Well, I don't know what you have heard," I pause to make sure he is paying heed to my words, "but I was in the mansion last night."

I finish while occupying the chair on the other side of the table while it suddenly makes a farting sound and I freeze where I sit.

"It's the chair," a bit too calmly I try to answer unasked questions. "I swear." Maybe with a bit too much force.

"I have been residing in this earth for more than eight hundred and Thirty-three years don't lie to me,"

I nod.

"I am not lying, I swear it was the chair," then protest loudly feeling nothing but accused.

He raises his eyebrows. "I am not talking about that Cora."

Oh. Ok.

"Where were you when Grandel went into your room?" his eyes studying my movements to get a hint of nervousness.

How did Grandel.....oh! he used spell to unlock the door! Damn it!!

"He did? Well maybe when I was in the washroom,"

He chooses silence this time.

But why did he go in my room at the first place.

"Why didn't he barge into the washroom too, was that too far to walk? I sarcastically ask to put him in the same position as mine. But I have learned I never can.