[7th day of summer 508.a.v.]
[Ravok]
[House of Dominick Cross]
[Evening]
Boredom seemed to be something that you can’t escape regardless of your location. Amelia learned this the hard way as this was the first day since her arrival to Ravok, that she had to spend alone. When in the morning she had learned that her father wouldn’t accompany her, she didn’t really think that much into it, but not even half a bell latter, boredom was killing her. The house had nothing for her to do in it, while the outside was too easy for her to get lost in and her father especially reminded her, to not go outside, that Ravok can be a dangerous place.
At the end, she was left to herself. She walked along the rooms, not really finding anything of interest as she had managed to sniff around everything in the previous days before. She found herself in the room that her father called the living room. And even though the room appeared cozy to the girl that was used to living in the dark and cold walls of the citadel, she could tell that this room was not exactly inviting for the common guests…it seemed, distant. Making her wonder, what kind of people did her father invite?
The time passed slowly, almost as if it held the intention of torturing her. She slowly was feeling as if she’d forget her father’s instructions and leave the house, but then, the door opened. The pale girl almost flew to the doors and threw her arms around her father’s neck. ”Papa!” but she clearly didn’t get the warm reaction she expected. Her father was quite passive and distant, gently pushing the girl away and walking to the living room. She followed him like a faithful puppy, waiting for some signs of love and care, some words that would remind her why she wanted to come here so badly. But instead she got ”why are you wearing those rags?””but, I wasn’t leaving anywhere, I thought that at home I could wear -” ”I could have brought over a friend, a guest, you have so many beautiful dresses now, you should wear them” the man said as he sat down in the soft armchair.
Amelia however, didn’t sit, she didn’t even answer…she just walked away to the kitchen and filled the iron teapot with water and carefully placed it on the heart. She prepared two teacups, these were larger than the ones you would see in a café, decorated in a black and white floral manner. She reached to the shelve and toke a bag of caramel rose tea that her father liked. She didn’t measure out the amount of tea in each cup, she was guided by her feel if you could call it that. But the truth was. Her mind was still bothered by the words her father said, by the way he was. She couldn’t remember seeing him this distant, had something happened? Her mind filled with questions, and she awoke from them only as the pot started boiling and in a little call of panic she grabbed the nearby towel and wrapped her hand in it before taking the teapot off the fire.
Fire put off, tea prepared and with a mind full of questions the girl walked back to the living room, where her father still sat in his chair, looking out the window with a face full of question. ”remember, no matter how moody I can be, I love you, little bird” he explained, his face still cold and emotionless, until he takes a sip of his tea and he becomes a bit more relaxed. ”I know, father” she answered, though doubt lingered in her mind as she sat across from him in the armchair that seemed big enough for her fragile frame to get lost in it.
A few more chimes passed, but with the silence of the house it seemed as no less than a few bells and finally Amelia spoke ”what happened to you, today I mean” ”that is what I wanted to speak of you about, the families of Ravok, the politics of this city…things you should know of, black bird”
