KAYLA.

#5

After three failed attempts to kill me, Josie gives up. By now, my light cotton dress is drenched in sweat and my hair moist. My body feels gummy and trust me, it's not the best feeling.

Josie is still solidified and apparently looks like she has given up on me.

" I haven't given up on you yet!"
She exclaims like she needs to tell herself more than she needs to tell me.

I sigh "I have "

"you'll get it.. Eventually. I was teaching advance stuff anyway.. " she says indifferently

What??!

She chuckles nervously.

"You're supposed learn.. Um.. Well the basics. Which is under spells.. Like raising an object and putting it down, opening and closing a door.. "

As she says those things, I realise I don't even know how to do the basics.

"I'm sorry.. OK.. Now I understand that you don't know some things. "

"I don't know anything!" I blurt and realise my voice is breaking.

She smiles sadly at me and sucks me into her olive eyes.

"You will know everything you need to know Princess. When the time is right.  I've got to go.. You know, spiritual duties to attend to? "

I nod. Sure, sure whatever.

With that, she begins to change into her spirit form, making her only visible and intangible.  Then slowly, in a routinely process, sips back into her jar and I do the honour of closing it up with the lid.

One of the weirdest mornings of my life.

I look up from the balcony and the sun is way high out and I can see that the day is still young.

I go over to the table by my bedside, where the maids dropped my breakfast like ten minutes ago. It would be cold by now but I had to eat something.

Marie came earlier though and handed me some corned bread which I appreciated.

After breakfast, I decide to take a bath to remove all the condensed sweat from my body.

The bath relaxes me like I hoped.

I had plenty of time. I didn't have any spells to memorise so I pretty much didn't have anything doing.

After my bath, wearing of clothes is much considered.

I despise long gowns.  Too formal. Too annoying and I can't run around without tripping.

Short gowns were preferable but that didn't mean I'm  the biggest fan.

Actually, I've always fancied a lovely Lacey top and skirt and maybe brown boots.

And luckily, I have plenty of those.

I pick out my clothes from the drawers. Father insisted that I need maids for things like this and I insisted I had hands.

It took me a while putting on the corset on my own but I got the hang of it.

I put on a white cotton blouse with a grey flare skirt that stops on my knees.

My messy blonde hair is something I never got used to so I asked for help now and then.

But today, I don't think I'm going anywhere special so I pack it up roughly in a ponytail.

As I slump on the bed, I try to help myself out with ways to make my afternoon blissful.