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Conscious
« on: May 19, 2020, 06:28:03 AM »
The dark, five peaked ornament of the entrance hall loomed behind her as she opened the door to her chambers, its alien design truly making the showy room with its granite tiles and gneiss detailing a liminal place to experience. She felt compelled to leave it in a swifter step; an irrational urge she fought back against as to not appear childish.
Not that she dreaded the wealthy stone designs to begin with. While she still struggled to understand the advantage of transporting heavy materials up to the fifth floor, they were doubtlessly popular with the visitors.
The air inside her room was welcoming. The fireplace had been lit prior to her return, just as she had instructed the maids. The flames painted the dark hardwood furniture in a warm, orange hue. It would have been relaxing, were her day already over, but there was one conversation left to be had.

.serised os ehs fi ecneserp reh revael ot wonk srehto gnittel ,nwo reh moor a sekam ydal enif A .flesruoy deyojne dna deyats evah dluohs uoY
There is no telling her what to do.
?nwo ruoy ton dna tluaf reh si ti erus uoy erA
There is no telling why it is that way.
.seruliaf ruoy gnizilanoitar ta doog syawla erew uoY
There is nothing you can do, you tried for over a year.
.od dluohs uoy tahw wonk uoY
You are not that person, and that is fine.
.reh saw ti ,taht uoy thguat enoyna fI ?won ti ni edirp ekat uoY
You can take her lesson and still go your own way.
.evird eht kcal uoY
You have your good days.
.enicuL-á-troP si sihT .yad lamron s'namow rehto yreve ot lauqe era yeht dnA
You don't know that.
.tsrow eht emussa dluohs uoy yhw si hcihW
It doesn't hurt to be prepared.


She touched her belly, staring at herself in the tall mirror that was facing her bed and dresser.

.lavitsef hcaeb eht ta taht ekil gnikool flesruoy fo loof a edam evah dluow uoy ,erac taht rof t'nerew ti fI
Nobody cares.
.uoy tuoba serac ydoboN
You can change that. It's a formality, now.
.deracs era uoY
You won't make a mistake.
.demroflam eb lliw uoY
You have thought about this over and over and over and over.
.reh deen lliw uoy ,retteb gnimoceb no pu gnivig era uoy fI


She lowered herself to the frame of the large bed, laid back on the pillows and pulled one of the expensive duvets over her body, relaxing her muscles as she listened to the cracking of the fire.

.efil ruoy gnisu ton era uoY
.yadot slaem ruoy lla teem ot deliaf uoY
A clock.
.esileF
A wheel.
A wagon.
A rock.
The wagon jumps.
A wanderer.
An Embrace.
.enola era ouY
Not that. A wanderer.
A walking stick.
Muddy roadside.
A...hare.

Mareike - "The alternative is saving only myself. I will go to any length for this."
Enora - "The Weald belongs to they that can take it."
Felise - "!em ton era uoY"