Rubber boots squeak in response to the cracking of a voice.
"Again!" Master Robert's reprimand is unusual but understandable.
The festival for the unveiling of Kaley's apprentices would be tomorrow and the whole circle of Cantares, including Master Robert, were preparing themselves to demonstrate the work accomplished with each of their apprentices over the past five years. The measure in front of a small figure is performed with clarity and passion from Master Robert in an attempt to aid the girl's mastering of the trill.
"Relax Proserpina, nothing will happen now." Master Robert signals for her to begin the measure once again before his hands halt mid-air and a soft rasp sounds at the door. A petrified face glances up at her teacher for reassurance and towards the long hallway that leads out into the spacious and warm living quarters, a contrast to the practice room. Proserpina turns the knob with a shaking hand and hurries to step out of the incoming individual's path.
"Cantare Robert and Proserpina Gorgóna?" A massive and toned messenger steps into the archway and glances around as the teacher rushes out of the solemn hallway to receive the news.
" I am here to remind all members of the Cantare about the festival taking place tomorrow."
The messenger hands a red ribboned scroll to the equally tall man standing inside the door and a thanks flows out of the recipient's mouth. The massive man turns on his heel and heads out into the forest surrounding her master's house. Rushing to the window a dark brown head full of waves watches the man board a horse and maneuver his way through a tangle of low lying trees.
She shakes her head at the adventures that cannot be hers as she stares at the dark tunnel of enchantment in the forest and is led into the frigid chamber once again.
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Proserpina
FantasyTears of salt and fresh water flow down and intertwine into a sea. A waterfall directed by gravity to touch the ground like a kiss.
