Chapter 5 The Music Stops
The Unicorn's song dies away, The wind starts up, The leaves sway in time with the breeze. Nothing.
A knock on the door. "Lady Star?"
"Come in" She says calmly
A timid servant girl walks into the room. She shivers at the chill in the air without the sun to keep it warm. Her honey brown hair and oversized servant outfit makes her look young and fragile. All the servants urged her to be more talkative. The noble family invites her to take part in privliges for a servent. Villert wanted all the servants to be happy. Star thougth it was rather anoying how he puts on a happy face that could make her retch. Does he not know all the servants put on a special happy mask for him.
"I was called to help you with your wardrobe." She said timidly. She said this everyday, as if she needed an excuse to come into the room.
"Glaetta, I'll take my bath now."
Star walks to an adjoining bath. The walls are crisp white. The old bathtub shines a dull gray and the feet screech on the tile floor when she moves to fast. Glaetta speaks quietly from behind the door.
"Which dress would you like to wear?"
"I don't care. You choose."
"I was instructed to let you choose your own wear. . . like lady's do."
"Fine, the black one" she says grimly.
"Lady Star? Are you sure? That is only used for mourning."
Glaetta hears a contempt laugh from behind the door.
"All right, the lilac one with the cream bodice"
The girl wraps a terry robe around her skinny form, and steps into the colder air in the room. She doesn't as much as flinch, and not the slightest shiver disrupts her movement.
This girl is made like an icicle.
Hard.
Beautiful.
Clear.
Pure.
Glass.
Crystylin.
Shatterable.
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