Vaile

Aislinn II

After sitting through breakfast and another unnecessary music lesson, Aislinn slipped upstairs for some private time. Solitude was hard to come by in Vaile's inner circle.

She lazily glanced at the mirror. A creamy heart-shaped face with inky hair pulled up in an intricate twist smiled back at her. As she looked at her little hoard, the only things in the house she could call her own, she realized that there could be no more living in captivity.

And just like that she decided she must escape.

Quickly packing some clothes and food stolen from the kitchen, she slipped out the back door. As she stepped onto the street to the outside world--a place she had been only twice before--she heard two of the maids talking.

"Yes, a pity, that," sighed one of them, "Mister and Missus Ell will be distraught."

"But maybe they won't, you know," said the other in a carrying whisper, "There always was rumors that she were a foundling child."

"Oh, don't say such things! Were rumors. Was a foundling. If Missus Ell could hear you-"

"Don't you tell me how to talk, Miz Odette Clee. I know things that'll make your hair curl. Miz Mavis ain't been kidnapped. She's run off, the ungrateful little brat, and good riddance. Always were a weird one, Valla only know what she were hidin' in her dresser drawer."

Aislinn caught her breath. Mavis had left, too? Something very strange was going on here. Pulling her cloak over her head, Aislinn hurried down the street and disappeared.

She was unaware of the fact that she was not as invisible as she'd thought.

Hi Lys. Noooooo problem.