Mr. and Mrs. Rhan open the door to their little home fallowed closely by
their new daughter Adrian Rhan. "Welcome to your new home." Mrs. Rhan tells
her daughter, giving her a small hug.
Adrian looks around the house. The kitchen and living room were the same thing with a rather large brick fireplace taking up most of an entire wall. There was a door leading into another room and a ladder beside the door, closest to the fireplace leading up to a square door in the ceiling with a little black handle on it. Mr. Rhan smiles proudly and leads Adrian to the ladder, scaling it first and pushing the door open. Standing over the entrance he takes Adrian's bag and helps her up.
"This is your new room." He states. The room is warm compared to the outside temperature and there is a small bed set up against the bricks that lead up from the fireplace. A stool is set up beside the only window, which makes up for being the only one by its size, which is about the size of the entrance way to he room. The last thing in the room is a bookcase, which appears to be too large to have fit through the entrance. Despite the small size of the room, Adrian is happy of the fact that the room is not crowded with more things then needed. Mr. Rhan walks back to the ladder and adds one last comment. "There is a rule we stress around our town. Please, do not go out past nightfall. We have that rule for our safety and..." he trails off and takes a breath, "We do not want you harmed." With that he leaves her new room, shutting the door behind him.
Adrian stays planted in the middle of the room, letting her eyes wander. As quietly as she can she walks over every inch of the floor, taking note of every creaky floorboard in the room, then moves from the bed, avoiding the two loose boards in her path, to the window and sits on the stool, gazing out at the bright sky. "Tonight is a waxing last quarter." She whispers to herself looking at a spot in the cloudy sky, where the moon would be at night. Adrian allows a faint smile to appear on her face. This wasn't a fake smile, like what she used upon first meeting Sorin or the Rhans' or when telling fudged truths to little Kathryn. No this was real, like when Kathryn would sneak out of her room at night to keep her company. The moon had been special to her ever since she was dumped at Transylvania. It seemed to speak with her, urge her to walk into its light outside and play. Touching the glass lightly with her fingertips, movement from below caught her eye. Not very far off was a barn, bigger than the little shack of a barn she hid in but still small compared to the size of the land it sat on. A fence, which held what looked like many cows and a few horses, surrounded the land. Then the movement again. Her eyes darted to the spot near the barn and landed on four medium sized dogs. 'Werewolves?' she thought to herself, but the moon and time of day dragged her back to reality showing that it had to be family pets.
"Adrian?" a voice said from the top of the ladder. She hurried over and opened it, allowing Mrs. Rhan inside.
'How polite,' Adrian thinks to herself, 'that she did not just barge in.'
"Time for dinner Adrian. Please come down stairs and join us."
'Well, I might as well try to be as kind as I can.' She thinks to herself. "Yes, ma-ma. I'll be right down." At the word ma-ma tears appear in her "mother's" eyes and she closes the door behind her. Only for Adrian to hear her shedding happy tears below in the main room.
That night during dinner, Adrian put on her most convincing smile and listened to her new parents explain the rules, most of it being about how dangerous the night was and to not talk to strangers. Inside, Adrian was annoyed. Her parents had almost no trust in her at all and were talking to her like she was five. She sat at the table neatly; nodding every so often and only begins to pay attention when Mr. Rhan announced, "Now to the animals." Adrian sat up straight and listened intently. "We make a living off our cows. We sell their milk and their meat. They have to be milked every four to five days. Do you know how to milk?" He asks.
The true answer was no, but she was sure she would have time to learn before they discovered that. "I have milked cows before."
"Ah, good. We also have horses, three of them." Mrs. Rhan nudges her husband giving a smile. Mr. Rhan gives an assuring nod and turns back to Adrian, "Pardon me. We now have four horses. We bought a young one for you as soon as we left the orphanage after meeting you. She is old enough to ride but is not yet trained. I have seen her run though and she is the fastest I have seen in a while." Adrian's eyes light up with joy and she feels as though she could jump from her seat and hug him but restrains herself for the time being. "We also have four dogs. They are very important to us. They watch the livestock and the house and warn us of any danger." He takes a deep breath and sighs, "Now for your chores. Since you appear to like animals, you shall be in charge of them. You will milk and feed the cows, tend to the horses, and feed the dogs."
Adrian was perfectly fine with the idea and said so, so as not to get off on the wrong foot, "Yes sir." Glancing outside at the fading light of the sky she turns back to her parents, "Papa, may I go out to the barn while it is still light out? I would like to see the animals and my horse." She wasn't use to talking like this but had to force it so as not to be considered odd.
Mr. Rhan glances at the open window and smiles softly at Adrian. "You should hurry. Go straight to the barn and pay no mind to the dogs, they enjoy children. Your horse is the one with..." Adrian was already at the door but still looking at her father. "Yours is easy to pick out. I think you'll find her."
Adrian looks around the house. The kitchen and living room were the same thing with a rather large brick fireplace taking up most of an entire wall. There was a door leading into another room and a ladder beside the door, closest to the fireplace leading up to a square door in the ceiling with a little black handle on it. Mr. Rhan smiles proudly and leads Adrian to the ladder, scaling it first and pushing the door open. Standing over the entrance he takes Adrian's bag and helps her up.
"This is your new room." He states. The room is warm compared to the outside temperature and there is a small bed set up against the bricks that lead up from the fireplace. A stool is set up beside the only window, which makes up for being the only one by its size, which is about the size of the entrance way to he room. The last thing in the room is a bookcase, which appears to be too large to have fit through the entrance. Despite the small size of the room, Adrian is happy of the fact that the room is not crowded with more things then needed. Mr. Rhan walks back to the ladder and adds one last comment. "There is a rule we stress around our town. Please, do not go out past nightfall. We have that rule for our safety and..." he trails off and takes a breath, "We do not want you harmed." With that he leaves her new room, shutting the door behind him.
Adrian stays planted in the middle of the room, letting her eyes wander. As quietly as she can she walks over every inch of the floor, taking note of every creaky floorboard in the room, then moves from the bed, avoiding the two loose boards in her path, to the window and sits on the stool, gazing out at the bright sky. "Tonight is a waxing last quarter." She whispers to herself looking at a spot in the cloudy sky, where the moon would be at night. Adrian allows a faint smile to appear on her face. This wasn't a fake smile, like what she used upon first meeting Sorin or the Rhans' or when telling fudged truths to little Kathryn. No this was real, like when Kathryn would sneak out of her room at night to keep her company. The moon had been special to her ever since she was dumped at Transylvania. It seemed to speak with her, urge her to walk into its light outside and play. Touching the glass lightly with her fingertips, movement from below caught her eye. Not very far off was a barn, bigger than the little shack of a barn she hid in but still small compared to the size of the land it sat on. A fence, which held what looked like many cows and a few horses, surrounded the land. Then the movement again. Her eyes darted to the spot near the barn and landed on four medium sized dogs. 'Werewolves?' she thought to herself, but the moon and time of day dragged her back to reality showing that it had to be family pets.
"Adrian?" a voice said from the top of the ladder. She hurried over and opened it, allowing Mrs. Rhan inside.
'How polite,' Adrian thinks to herself, 'that she did not just barge in.'
"Time for dinner Adrian. Please come down stairs and join us."
'Well, I might as well try to be as kind as I can.' She thinks to herself. "Yes, ma-ma. I'll be right down." At the word ma-ma tears appear in her "mother's" eyes and she closes the door behind her. Only for Adrian to hear her shedding happy tears below in the main room.
That night during dinner, Adrian put on her most convincing smile and listened to her new parents explain the rules, most of it being about how dangerous the night was and to not talk to strangers. Inside, Adrian was annoyed. Her parents had almost no trust in her at all and were talking to her like she was five. She sat at the table neatly; nodding every so often and only begins to pay attention when Mr. Rhan announced, "Now to the animals." Adrian sat up straight and listened intently. "We make a living off our cows. We sell their milk and their meat. They have to be milked every four to five days. Do you know how to milk?" He asks.
The true answer was no, but she was sure she would have time to learn before they discovered that. "I have milked cows before."
"Ah, good. We also have horses, three of them." Mrs. Rhan nudges her husband giving a smile. Mr. Rhan gives an assuring nod and turns back to Adrian, "Pardon me. We now have four horses. We bought a young one for you as soon as we left the orphanage after meeting you. She is old enough to ride but is not yet trained. I have seen her run though and she is the fastest I have seen in a while." Adrian's eyes light up with joy and she feels as though she could jump from her seat and hug him but restrains herself for the time being. "We also have four dogs. They are very important to us. They watch the livestock and the house and warn us of any danger." He takes a deep breath and sighs, "Now for your chores. Since you appear to like animals, you shall be in charge of them. You will milk and feed the cows, tend to the horses, and feed the dogs."
Adrian was perfectly fine with the idea and said so, so as not to get off on the wrong foot, "Yes sir." Glancing outside at the fading light of the sky she turns back to her parents, "Papa, may I go out to the barn while it is still light out? I would like to see the animals and my horse." She wasn't use to talking like this but had to force it so as not to be considered odd.
Mr. Rhan glances at the open window and smiles softly at Adrian. "You should hurry. Go straight to the barn and pay no mind to the dogs, they enjoy children. Your horse is the one with..." Adrian was already at the door but still looking at her father. "Yours is easy to pick out. I think you'll find her."