"What about this one M'lady?" Aafje holds up a pale blue, short sleeved, knee length dress. I sit with my legs crossed on the large woollen rug that lays across my floor and shake my head as I fiddle with the strings hanging off the end of the rug.
"May you have to choose one, you can't go naked." I giggle and look up.
"And why not?" She crouches down in front of me.
"Because you would freeze, your fingers and toes will turn blue and fall off." I laugh and point to the dress that hangs at the back of the closet. Its a floor length, pale purple dress with sleeves that cover my knuckles. The gold pattern embroidered into its fabric glistens in the sunlight pouring into the room. I stand up and Aafje hands the dress to me, the cold silky fabric sliding over my hands.
"It's a good choice M'lady." I stand in front of the wall length mirror and hold it up.
"Definitely this one." I close my eyes, feel the fabric and nod. "Can you help me?"
YOU ARE READING
From darkest days to brightest nights
FantasyAfter the last of the human race are eradicated by the creatures of the forest Maybelline and her older brother Sylvio travel across unknown landscapes in a desperate attempt to survive and for fill a forgotten prophecy.
