[For a long moment, only the sound of Mireille’s slow breathing is audible. The rustle of sheets, as if she is moving, followed by a low gasp. An outdrawn exhalation, then stillness for a couple of seconds. When she speaks, one may notice an uncharacteristic lisp - as if she has problems properly forming the sounds with her mouth. Her voice is ( Read more... )

[A blur of darkness as Mireille’s fingers brush over the surface of the looking glass, before she leans back. The mirror shows a full view of how she sits, her legs drawn up under her, the dress she is wearing neatly pooling around her, on the couch with a book in her lap. Her eyes hold the glimpse of contentment.]To those who had to bear with me ( Read more... )

[Hold on to your hats, because the mirror takes a full 360 degree turn as the holder spins around, apparently trying to get an overview of her surroundings. All that is visible through the looking glass is a blur of muted colours. A long sigh is audible, then the view is turned upwards sharply, Mireille leaning over the mirror with her hair messily ( Read more... )

[The looking glass is moved slowly from one point to another, showing a panorama of an utterly wrecked garden. Most notably the flowers that used to make quite a pretty bed lie in a pile, those not torn to pieces still managing a faint tune ( Read more... )

[A view of Mireille’s fingertips brushing over the surface of the mirror, before she withdraws her hand and leans closer, her face, highly styled hair and the bust of a new dress coming into view. Her features are carefully expressionless, though her eyes do betray a glint of embarrassment. The cut of the neck opening is very different from the, to ( Read more... )

[Mireille is staring straight into the Looking Glass, much like she would, had someone been taking her picture. A second ticks by, then she speaks, her voice coolly even. Pragmatic, as if she is merely pondering over a grammatically disastrous riddle.]Drafted for war? Calling up an army of foreigners to fight in surroundings they have no ( Read more... )