Post by Wilting Rose on Nov 7, 2005 7:31:37 GMT
Wilting Rose appeared in the tower seconds after her disappearance from the lakeside. Dizzy, she fell to the floor - her method of travel had taken more out of her than she thought it would. She was weak, weak from months of never moving outside of a tiny darkened room, and from having all her magic and all her memories restored to her at once. She couldn't control it. As she tried to pull herself up from the floor, the glass table she touched began to melt beneath her fingers, and dropped in crystalline globs to the floor below.
Rose shook her head, trying to stop her memories from replaying over and over in her head, so she could focus on not melting the whole tower. She went into the ivory-and-gold bathroom, and concentrated hard on controlling her powers as she ran herself a bath, adding lavender and vanilla oils to it - she remembered she had liked that. A long time ago...
As she disrobed, she stood in front of the mirror and gave a low moan at what she saw - she barely recognised the girl that stared with such frightened eyes back at her in the mirror. She was so pale it was almost ghostly, and her body so thin you could count every bone in her ribcage. Her eyes were hollowed, and her hair was a tangled, matted mess. The hand that raised itself to cover her bloodstained mouth was shaking.
Turning away from the mirror, Rose unsteadily got into the bathtub. Sliding into it, she let out a gasp as the warm water slid over her skin, washing away the dirt, warming her up from the inside out. The familiar scent washed over her and she felt herself finally relaxing. She let herself slide completely underwater, and for a moment wondered whether it would just be easier to stay there.
In twenty minutes or so, Rose was out of the tub. She towelled herself dry and went to her wardrobe - she lovingly felt the robes within, robes of velvet, satin, chiffon and silk, in colours she had forgotten existed, purples and pinks and silver and gold. She pulled out a dusky rose pink robe, and slipped it over her head. It was big on her now, but it would do.
She turned and surveyed the Tower, wondering what to do now. What was there to do? Of course, she needed to reinstate herself as Headmistress of the castle.
She walked over to her desk and opened a small wooden box that was on it. Inside was a metal device that she slipped over her hand. Her other hand she placed on the tapesty of the Magic Horizons crest that she and Claire had woven together before the school had even opened. The room seemed to darken and contort as Rose whispered words that nobody but silence could hear. Magic seemed to crackle in the quiet of Rose's incantation, and as she mouthed the last word, the entire castle seemed to be momentarily bathed in an ethereal glow.
With a small smile to herself, Rose placed the device back in the box, locked it, and turned to look out the window at the grounds of the castle that was once again hers.
She was back where she belonged.
Rose shook her head, trying to stop her memories from replaying over and over in her head, so she could focus on not melting the whole tower. She went into the ivory-and-gold bathroom, and concentrated hard on controlling her powers as she ran herself a bath, adding lavender and vanilla oils to it - she remembered she had liked that. A long time ago...
As she disrobed, she stood in front of the mirror and gave a low moan at what she saw - she barely recognised the girl that stared with such frightened eyes back at her in the mirror. She was so pale it was almost ghostly, and her body so thin you could count every bone in her ribcage. Her eyes were hollowed, and her hair was a tangled, matted mess. The hand that raised itself to cover her bloodstained mouth was shaking.
Turning away from the mirror, Rose unsteadily got into the bathtub. Sliding into it, she let out a gasp as the warm water slid over her skin, washing away the dirt, warming her up from the inside out. The familiar scent washed over her and she felt herself finally relaxing. She let herself slide completely underwater, and for a moment wondered whether it would just be easier to stay there.
In twenty minutes or so, Rose was out of the tub. She towelled herself dry and went to her wardrobe - she lovingly felt the robes within, robes of velvet, satin, chiffon and silk, in colours she had forgotten existed, purples and pinks and silver and gold. She pulled out a dusky rose pink robe, and slipped it over her head. It was big on her now, but it would do.
She turned and surveyed the Tower, wondering what to do now. What was there to do? Of course, she needed to reinstate herself as Headmistress of the castle.
She walked over to her desk and opened a small wooden box that was on it. Inside was a metal device that she slipped over her hand. Her other hand she placed on the tapesty of the Magic Horizons crest that she and Claire had woven together before the school had even opened. The room seemed to darken and contort as Rose whispered words that nobody but silence could hear. Magic seemed to crackle in the quiet of Rose's incantation, and as she mouthed the last word, the entire castle seemed to be momentarily bathed in an ethereal glow.
With a small smile to herself, Rose placed the device back in the box, locked it, and turned to look out the window at the grounds of the castle that was once again hers.
She was back where she belonged.
