~ Chapter 2: Leaving Home ~
I closed the last and final trunk of five. My initial thought was that five trucks would be much too many, but one didn't know what would happen in court, and therefore what would be needed, did they?
Turning to look at the red and gold sunset, I felt as if this would be the most poetic time for a single tear to fall down my cheeks as it caught the last rays of the glittering sun….
But nope! Snatching my traveling gloves, for I was often generally cold, I seemed most happy to leave.
Just then, Oria came in.
"My Lady Clairia, your trunks will be taken below, but now you need to sleep so that you can leave at first white," she reported.
She was another one who acted like a mother.
Yet, trying not to cause difficulty, I crawled into bed and said, "What ever you say, Oria."
I had on my soft blue satin dress- the most comfortable for traveling.
It was somewhat sad saying my goodbyes, but once I was in the carriage all I felt was excitement; excitement for being on my own.
Then reality settled in, once again, and it came to pass that I would not be totally on my own, for Kitten would be there.
Kitten. *Mood darkening* My elder sister of but two years, yet it seemed as if even the ocean separating Remalna and Sartor was not big enough to represent the colossal gulf between us.
Anyways, how long would I really be around her? Surely Court is big enough to hold both a devil and an angel?