Up stood the figure, regaining its posture as it turned to face Caelia, as the light adjusted to its face.....
It was Aeliana, Mrs Aeliana. Just the teacher after all.
"Hail, my dear! Forgive me, I was but tidying up. How doth thou fare?"
("Hello, my dear! apologies, i was just cleaning up. How are you?") Her conciliatory voice loomed through the classroom.
Caelia's eyes examined the scene intently, examining the teachers golden blonde hair, as her brown eyes made contact with hers.
"Indeed, I am faring well enough. And how dost thou fare?"
("Yes, i am doing well, how are you?")
"I fare well, I thank thee. Pray, take thy seat, and we shall proceed with our instruction."
("I am good, thank you. Go sit down, and we will start the lesson")
She motions towards an empty seat near the front of the class, a smile stretching across her fair colored face. Caelia trudged towards the seat, her amber hair swishing side to side behind her, and her oak orbs of sight narrow. a slight bit of tiredness apparent in her manner, her feigning fading. Yet not stretching out to pure prostration. After all, her slumber was cut short this night.
Mrs Aeliana began to explain the days task.
YOU ARE READING
The Ink River
Mystery / ThrillerTaking place in the Shakespearean town of Aquiliea, a cold air wafts through the village, as tragedy strikes the towns Ludus Litterarius (school), for the beloved teacher, aeliana, has perished, an unknown reason, now we must find the culprit. Luciu...
