oh look, it's another open post thingy
(not in the main room, where there is neither room to move nor peace to think -- nor in the bedroom, which is entirely too white and frilled and circumscribed -- nor yet in the library, surrounded by conspicuous knowledge --
but eventually, in one's restless prowlings -- one comes upon a smaller, disused sitting room with a wide, empty floor, and wide windows looking out onto the wood, and wide doors opening onto the hallway, and a fire laid in the ostentatious fireplace at the far end.
and Rosana stretches out her arms, watching the firelight gleam on the gilt bracelets she wears, and takes a step or two, moving tentatively at first. tries a turn -- chiming faintly, her skirts flaring around her.
and again.
and soon she's moving continuously, forgetting to think about it, forgetting the open door and the walls around her, accompanied only by the clink of jewellery and the pat of her bare feet on the carpet -- absorbed, half smiling.)
but eventually, in one's restless prowlings -- one comes upon a smaller, disused sitting room with a wide, empty floor, and wide windows looking out onto the wood, and wide doors opening onto the hallway, and a fire laid in the ostentatious fireplace at the far end.
and Rosana stretches out her arms, watching the firelight gleam on the gilt bracelets she wears, and takes a step or two, moving tentatively at first. tries a turn -- chiming faintly, her skirts flaring around her.
and again.
and soon she's moving continuously, forgetting to think about it, forgetting the open door and the walls around her, accompanied only by the clink of jewellery and the pat of her bare feet on the carpet -- absorbed, half smiling.)