Post by Lady Amberly Ameraid on Feb 14, 2009 11:21:37 GMT 10
Some people get agitated by the sound of dripping water, especially when they are trying to sleep, or trying to focus on something important to them, but then none of these people were Amberley Ameraid, for there was only one Amberley Ameraid; a fact no one should ever forget.
The dripping sounds were from the water that seeped in through the point of the walls where they met the ceiling. The water would run down the walls and be collected in a small catchment which bordered the floor sending the water back out of the room again. Occassionally a drop or two would feel adventurous and would bounce away from the wall in an attempt to wet the cool marble floor beyond the catchment. Each of these drops were magically persuaded to join the run before it met the floor of course, and so nothing but the walls would actually be wet.
Amberley was seated upon a divan away from her desk with a scroll in her hand. She liked to read from scrolls. If she had found a particularly comfortable position to lay in while reading, she could remain in the position for hours and not have to readjust in the way some do while reading from a bound book. She also didn’t mind the sound of the water. She had, and promoted an affinity with water, and the fact that her walls made her office the noisiest room in the Manor; next to the Golden Hall; meant nothing to her, it was not noise to her, but music.
She moved a slender and pale hand towards a glass to the right of her divan. The glass was filled with pure spring water, and would fill itself again after each mouthful. She took said mouthful before returning the glass and rolling the scroll back to the beginning before putting it down next to the glass. She sighed and rolled onto her side, her lavender hair fanning out around her heart shaped face as she gazed upon the ceiling above her; deep in thought.
If things has gone differently, would she be in her office researching the topic of next semesters course guide? Would learning be equally as important to her if she had completed what she had set out to do? If Elwyn was dead? If Sylvia was still locked away in her cave somewhere on the other side of the planet? And if Rubeus were still trapped within the confines of the gemstone dangling from the earring on her left ear?
Who really knew? One thing would be certain of course, if she had completed her task, the aforementioned conditions of her colleagues would indeed be the reality, and Olivia Oniada would be dead. Amberley had never been condemned for that particular plan. And despite her attempts on their lives, Sylvia and Elwyn were warming to her again. Rubeus would never forgive her, but then she had done much more to him than she had with the other two; she knew she deserved it. And then there was Rob. She had no plans to make anything up to him. She would find her daughter one day, and when that happened, the need for Rob to be alive would no longer exist.
She sat up abruptly, lifting her delicate hands to her forehead and cradling it silently for a moment, her hair intertwined within her fingers. That was enough thoughts on murder for the day. Rob and Olivia would be dealt with in due course. At the moment she was supposed to be focusing on what was occurring at Koalingo.
So far three students had died. One in her own house, one in the house of Ruberagon, and one from the house of Elwyn Emerindyl. For the moment no Saphricorn students had been harmed. While the students in the school had taken this to mean that the culprit must also be in the Saphricorn house, Amberley Ameraid was somewhat shrewder, and laughed at the very thought of it.
Specifically the students believed Jay Rastan had something to do with it. Unlikely. Amberley stood from her divan and crossed the room to her desk running her hands down the smooth satin of her dress to where they came to rest on her hips. She shuddered at this Sylvia-Saphricorn-pose and lifted her arms into a severe crossing before taking a seat again behind her desk.
Class guides for next semester. Enough to deal with today. More than enough.
The dripping sounds were from the water that seeped in through the point of the walls where they met the ceiling. The water would run down the walls and be collected in a small catchment which bordered the floor sending the water back out of the room again. Occassionally a drop or two would feel adventurous and would bounce away from the wall in an attempt to wet the cool marble floor beyond the catchment. Each of these drops were magically persuaded to join the run before it met the floor of course, and so nothing but the walls would actually be wet.
Amberley was seated upon a divan away from her desk with a scroll in her hand. She liked to read from scrolls. If she had found a particularly comfortable position to lay in while reading, she could remain in the position for hours and not have to readjust in the way some do while reading from a bound book. She also didn’t mind the sound of the water. She had, and promoted an affinity with water, and the fact that her walls made her office the noisiest room in the Manor; next to the Golden Hall; meant nothing to her, it was not noise to her, but music.
She moved a slender and pale hand towards a glass to the right of her divan. The glass was filled with pure spring water, and would fill itself again after each mouthful. She took said mouthful before returning the glass and rolling the scroll back to the beginning before putting it down next to the glass. She sighed and rolled onto her side, her lavender hair fanning out around her heart shaped face as she gazed upon the ceiling above her; deep in thought.
If things has gone differently, would she be in her office researching the topic of next semesters course guide? Would learning be equally as important to her if she had completed what she had set out to do? If Elwyn was dead? If Sylvia was still locked away in her cave somewhere on the other side of the planet? And if Rubeus were still trapped within the confines of the gemstone dangling from the earring on her left ear?
Who really knew? One thing would be certain of course, if she had completed her task, the aforementioned conditions of her colleagues would indeed be the reality, and Olivia Oniada would be dead. Amberley had never been condemned for that particular plan. And despite her attempts on their lives, Sylvia and Elwyn were warming to her again. Rubeus would never forgive her, but then she had done much more to him than she had with the other two; she knew she deserved it. And then there was Rob. She had no plans to make anything up to him. She would find her daughter one day, and when that happened, the need for Rob to be alive would no longer exist.
She sat up abruptly, lifting her delicate hands to her forehead and cradling it silently for a moment, her hair intertwined within her fingers. That was enough thoughts on murder for the day. Rob and Olivia would be dealt with in due course. At the moment she was supposed to be focusing on what was occurring at Koalingo.
So far three students had died. One in her own house, one in the house of Ruberagon, and one from the house of Elwyn Emerindyl. For the moment no Saphricorn students had been harmed. While the students in the school had taken this to mean that the culprit must also be in the Saphricorn house, Amberley Ameraid was somewhat shrewder, and laughed at the very thought of it.
Specifically the students believed Jay Rastan had something to do with it. Unlikely. Amberley stood from her divan and crossed the room to her desk running her hands down the smooth satin of her dress to where they came to rest on her hips. She shuddered at this Sylvia-Saphricorn-pose and lifted her arms into a severe crossing before taking a seat again behind her desk.
Class guides for next semester. Enough to deal with today. More than enough.