010. No Reply - February/March - Rambles & Snippets - Fiction[NET]
Jairdan told Vera everything that had happened and thankfully she was sympathetic. They were out in the field most far away from the Dusaquin estate, lying on their backs and watching the clouds simply drift by.
Vera was finished with her studies, but thankfully it was against their customs to marry without the man in question being fully schooled and ready for taking the woman under his wing, so to speak, so she was free to paint to her hearts content as long as she sat with the woman now at many public events and gossiped. Vera hated it, but it seemed like a fair trade to be able to paint whenever else she could.
“We’ll be out there one of these days. Soon.” Vera assured him, seeming so certain about that fact somehow. And don’t worry, my aunt was listless for months once yet she’s fine these days. I’m sure it will pass.”
Jairdan nodded, accepting it wordlessly. He knew there was nothing else Vera could do but reassure him and was thankful she did it and yet… at the same time he wasn’t content with that alone. He was unsettled by the way his mother hardly had the energy to tell him stories these days… only wanting to lie around and get hugs from her son. His father was acting strange as well, but that man was strange and now it was only a better reason to avoid him.
That evening Vera returned to her own family’s estate and Jairdan drifted around the floors. His work was all up to date and all extra work he could do for further credit was handed in as well. He had done his hours of study on his musical instruments and for some reason his father had banned all books; meaning Jairdan could only read outside, something impossible in the dark.
He found himself outside his mother’s room and felt a shiver surge through his back. He shook it off and listened at the door for a moment. The study was empty, so she had to be here…
Jairdan knocked at his mother’s door and waited. She had never turned him away, no matter how sick she had been in the past or what she had been busy with. This time though, there was no reply although there were voices inside. He tried the handle, but it was locked.
He knocked again, louder this time and almost immediately a maid came to the door. Yet she didn’t open it.
“Leave your mother to rest, master Jairdan. She can’t be seen at this moment.”
“She always sees me! Let her know I’m here.” Jairdan protested, knowing something was wrong - he could feel it deep in his gut. He started working out where her bedroom windows were from the outside of the house and how he could scale up to one- but then he also knew they were probably locked as well. The maids knew him well, even if his own father didn’t.
<--- 009. Who is the Master? || 011. Only Business --->
Vera was finished with her studies, but thankfully it was against their customs to marry without the man in question being fully schooled and ready for taking the woman under his wing, so to speak, so she was free to paint to her hearts content as long as she sat with the woman now at many public events and gossiped. Vera hated it, but it seemed like a fair trade to be able to paint whenever else she could.
“We’ll be out there one of these days. Soon.” Vera assured him, seeming so certain about that fact somehow. And don’t worry, my aunt was listless for months once yet she’s fine these days. I’m sure it will pass.”
Jairdan nodded, accepting it wordlessly. He knew there was nothing else Vera could do but reassure him and was thankful she did it and yet… at the same time he wasn’t content with that alone. He was unsettled by the way his mother hardly had the energy to tell him stories these days… only wanting to lie around and get hugs from her son. His father was acting strange as well, but that man was strange and now it was only a better reason to avoid him.
That evening Vera returned to her own family’s estate and Jairdan drifted around the floors. His work was all up to date and all extra work he could do for further credit was handed in as well. He had done his hours of study on his musical instruments and for some reason his father had banned all books; meaning Jairdan could only read outside, something impossible in the dark.
He found himself outside his mother’s room and felt a shiver surge through his back. He shook it off and listened at the door for a moment. The study was empty, so she had to be here…
Jairdan knocked at his mother’s door and waited. She had never turned him away, no matter how sick she had been in the past or what she had been busy with. This time though, there was no reply although there were voices inside. He tried the handle, but it was locked.
He knocked again, louder this time and almost immediately a maid came to the door. Yet she didn’t open it.
“Leave your mother to rest, master Jairdan. She can’t be seen at this moment.”
“She always sees me! Let her know I’m here.” Jairdan protested, knowing something was wrong - he could feel it deep in his gut. He started working out where her bedroom windows were from the outside of the house and how he could scale up to one- but then he also knew they were probably locked as well. The maids knew him well, even if his own father didn’t.
<--- 009. Who is the Master? || 011. Only Business --->