Chapter 4: The Wilting Forest
The white morning light swept in through the transparent curtains, simple and clean. Christian, on the other hand, lay a mess tangled among his bed covers. He had hardly slept. His mind was overactive and wouldn't rest no matter how much his body begged for sleep. The smell of food from downstairs was his signal to get up. He moved slowly in a zombie-like state. Washing his face he barely glanced at his reflection in the mirror for fear of what it might show. He put on a fresh set of clothes. All this he did slowly and calmly but his actions did not speak for what he was experiencing in his head.
Was he insane? Hadn't he seen Satine's cold limp body with his own eyes as she was carried away? What could this Gypsy Queen woman want from him if not to re-unite him with Satine? Or maybe she was Satine...There was only one way to find out and that was to go and see her in the forest today...today.
He came down the stairs hurriedly. He feared that if he didn't leave soon he would over think the situation and chicken out. He kept his mind as blank as possible as he ate and was happy to hear he local news from Bernard. Of course the biggest news in town via the gossip chain was the Gypsy Queen's birthday party. It was rumored to be more spectacular than any event ever held in Romania. Christian felt butterflies in his stomach as Bernard talked about the extravagance the Queen went to, to throw a party in her own honor. The only other guests invited, apart from the gypsies themselves, were famous artists and musicians from around the world.
"I'm telling you Christian even if you do not find that dame of yours it shall be a night to remember! You must come back here afterwards to tell me all about it oks? Do you promise?"
Christian promised.
He set out towards the forest. It would be a long walk Bernard had said and since he had no money for a carriage he was given a map and directions. Forty-five minutes later he found himself hopelessly lost. Directions were easy to come by, good directions were not. He felt like he was going in circles. He had stopped to ask for help several times and finally he made his way to the woods where he found a well-trodden path and decided to follow it.
Deeper and deeper into the forest he went with no idea where he was going the path continued on and one tree began to look like the other.
The air...
was hot and sticky it made him feel...
sleepy....
He collapsed not far from a clearing, the emotional weight mixed with lack of sleep and the heat of the day had been too much and his body just shut down. The winds picked up and rustled through the leaves above him. Two gypsy boys came out from hiding. They were scruffy and tanned with bright little eyes and messy hair. They walked up to Christian and inspected his coat inside they found his invitation to the Queen's birthday party. One turned to the other and said, "This must be the one"
What will happen? ( Are you a giraffe? Yes) sorry only ppl who watched that movie will know what I'm going on about
The white morning light swept in through the transparent curtains, simple and clean. Christian, on the other hand, lay a mess tangled among his bed covers. He had hardly slept. His mind was overactive and wouldn't rest no matter how much his body begged for sleep. The smell of food from downstairs was his signal to get up. He moved slowly in a zombie-like state. Washing his face he barely glanced at his reflection in the mirror for fear of what it might show. He put on a fresh set of clothes. All this he did slowly and calmly but his actions did not speak for what he was experiencing in his head.
Was he insane? Hadn't he seen Satine's cold limp body with his own eyes as she was carried away? What could this Gypsy Queen woman want from him if not to re-unite him with Satine? Or maybe she was Satine...There was only one way to find out and that was to go and see her in the forest today...today.
He came down the stairs hurriedly. He feared that if he didn't leave soon he would over think the situation and chicken out. He kept his mind as blank as possible as he ate and was happy to hear he local news from Bernard. Of course the biggest news in town via the gossip chain was the Gypsy Queen's birthday party. It was rumored to be more spectacular than any event ever held in Romania. Christian felt butterflies in his stomach as Bernard talked about the extravagance the Queen went to, to throw a party in her own honor. The only other guests invited, apart from the gypsies themselves, were famous artists and musicians from around the world.
"I'm telling you Christian even if you do not find that dame of yours it shall be a night to remember! You must come back here afterwards to tell me all about it oks? Do you promise?"
Christian promised.
He set out towards the forest. It would be a long walk Bernard had said and since he had no money for a carriage he was given a map and directions. Forty-five minutes later he found himself hopelessly lost. Directions were easy to come by, good directions were not. He felt like he was going in circles. He had stopped to ask for help several times and finally he made his way to the woods where he found a well-trodden path and decided to follow it.
Deeper and deeper into the forest he went with no idea where he was going the path continued on and one tree began to look like the other.
The air...
was hot and sticky it made him feel...
sleepy....
He collapsed not far from a clearing, the emotional weight mixed with lack of sleep and the heat of the day had been too much and his body just shut down. The winds picked up and rustled through the leaves above him. Two gypsy boys came out from hiding. They were scruffy and tanned with bright little eyes and messy hair. They walked up to Christian and inspected his coat inside they found his invitation to the Queen's birthday party. One turned to the other and said, "This must be the one"
What will happen? ( Are you a giraffe? Yes) sorry only ppl who watched that movie will know what I'm going on about