Author’s Ramblings: I’m finally out for the summer! Whew. The semester’s been a bear and I am so glad to be out and at least, getting some sleep (mostly, sorta-kinda!) and anyhow, this is my summer project for the moment, and I just had to share. I hope you enjoy the read!
|Found on Google Images I own nothing. (Bristol Manor in England)|
wobbled dangerously as the movement nearly threw her off. She winced, waiting,
relieved when the door slammed shut and her foot rested trustingly on the now
water bottle and leftover lunch, even as the thick straps of her duffel bags
dug into her shoulders. “Keys, keys, keys…” she muttered to herself, inching up
the walk carefully.
trip, but the yawn that escaped as she made her way towards the old manor, was
proof enough that she’d probably be napping somewhere on the nearest flat
wondered at the old manor’s grandeur. When her great-grandfather’s will had
specifically mentioned her and a certain seaside inheritance, she was sure it
had been a mistake. In fact, she’d been completely convinced of it.
request from the estate’s executor, requesting her permission for legal
purposes. She’d ended up trekking halfway across the country with little more
than her wits and the useful items from her university dorm room.
items in it and now as she sagged against the front door, she tried to recall
the odd conversation with said estate executor the week before.
mentions leaving you a special guardian by the name of Noir and a manor to
house you both. This is in addition to the original inheritance of the
of brick and mortar kind of manor?”
and finally, a cautious “yes.”
on my way home. Be a good way to relax and decompress from the stress of the
past few years. Be nice if I didn’t have to stay in a hotel though.”
rule, we are mostly broke.”
manor, say, the weekend after?”
with a map.”
my rights and lefts.”
boring from there and Rani had sworn the man to promise to repeat some of it
when they met tomorrow. She knew she certainly hadn’t gained or processed any
of the new information he’d shared and hoped there wasn’t anything particularly
for a minute, but when she’d asked the charming Mr. Ceasar, he had stiffly, but
politely informed her that said great-grandfather had never kept any pets and
if Noir was to be a pet, then they had never met.
maybe you’re a cool security system, all digital and stuff. Noir. I bet it’s an
acronym and probably stands for something really awesome, like…yeah, I’m dead
tired. Sleep. I so need to sleep. Remind me to never do this again. Ugh. No, wait. Inside first. Keys, keys, keys….had them a minute ago,
ha! There we go! And in we go.
shuffled in, bleary eyes taking in a clean entry way and light streaming in
from further down the hallway. She half-heartedly kicked the door shut behind
her and continued her shuffle forward, pausing to yawn into one shoulder.
the lack of a welcome table and even a shoe rack. She stopped at the first room
she found and wasn’t surprised to see everything covered in plastic and sheets.
allowing her duffel bags to fall to the floor as she trooped over to the plastic
and sheet covered sofa. With a weary flick of the wrist, she drew them back and
took in a rather nice, if somewhat old-fashioned pattern on a velvet covered
second thought, Rani flopped onto the newly uncovered surface. She fished her
cellphone out of her jeans pocket and pressed a few buttons to send the
customary text to her mother to announce that she’d arrived and was going to
take a nap for the next few hours.
with a reply and she squinted at the screen before a sleepy smile settled on
that caught his attention.
of things falling to floor.
someone entirely too unguarded for their own good that brought Noir out of the
kitchen and towards the front of the manor to investigate. He stuck his head through
the first parlor and grey eyes arched upwards to his head of white-blond hair.
further into the room, taking note of the items in the room and a closer look
at the young woman herself. He watched her for a good long minute, searching
for resemblances that didn’t seem to be there, and poked at her cellphone with
one finger, before he finally gave a huff and walked out.
sleep for a while and he made a mental note to warn Kane and Iylida from
barging into the manor in their usual way. The duffel bags suggested the
newcomer intended to stay.
text while sleeping—and had slept on. He counted that as pure exhaustion, his
encounters with the younger generation and their mobile devices leading to no
preparations, adding vegetables to the soup stock and checking on the dough he’d
left to rise in the warmest corner of the room. The heavy weight settled around
his neck seemed to lighten, just the faintest as he went about his work and the
grey eyes darkened in sorrow.