Chapter 3: Something as simple as rain
A whole month had come and gone and Cephera hadn't had so many nosebleeds before. She was grateful she hadn't passed out yet. The other students did their best not to laugh at her when she'd start bleeding on her books but she knew they either felt sorry for her or irritated by her.
She did however find the more she did magic the longer she could go without getting a bloody nose. It was progress, slow but still something. Once a month she wrote her sister a letter, just like all the other people not from Asgard. She shared everything in those letters. She said things to her sister she couldn't even say to Kat. But that was just the way of it. Seraphina was her family and even though Kat was a good friend there was just something's she couldn't say to her.
Loki had come back to the classroom everyday. He would chat with the teacher and leave again. She found every time she looked at him she noticed something different. Like no matter what he would always stand with his feet slightly apart or that he always wore armor as if battle could happen any moment. He always had an air of confidence about him.
He was handsome, she remembered thinking that one day when he was wearing a slightly tighter fitting outfit. She found herself staring often. She made up the excuse of being curious when Kat began to pick on her for it.
The communal bathroom was the one place Cephera hated most. She had come to the point were she would go very late at night when no one was around. It seemed the bathrooms were a place for girls to talk about nothing but sex. Something Cephera had never made time for. What was the point? Sex was for making babies when you're married.
Some of the girls spoke of it like it was a sport. They would compare how many guys, where their talents lay in best and even scoring them. She found the talk distasteful. But then she didn't know what it felt like. She had read books with sex in it and figured the books made it out to be a lot grandeur then it really was. Deep down though she always wondered. Deep down her internal hormones screamed at her and betrayed her commen sense. But never had she acted on the impulse to fornicate, much to her fathers dismay.
Her father was a bit of a womanizer. She wondered often if his pemiscuous ways was why she had such a disinterest in it. The baths at night, however, were peaceful. She could strech out for hours without interruption. She often brought a book with her to read as she relaxed.
The steam of the natural spring water made her skin turn a little pink. The water was scented with perfumes of jasmine and roses, depending on which bath you choose. Each bath could fit at least ten girls. She wondered what the boys scents were?
When she climbed from the baths that night she hurried to her room and slipped into her nightgown. It was white. The sleeves started just at the edge of her shoulders and puffed out slightly till they reached her wrists where they tied tightly with pink ribbon. It came in tight just under her small breasts, also with pink ribbon, and then fell to reach her ankles. She looked down and could see the swell of her breast above the fabric.
Her sister had picked it out for her as a birthday gift. She liked the feel of the cotten when she slept in it. She sat down on her bed now and petted her cat Shiaji. He purred a vibrating mecanical purr before stepping into her lap.
When she heard it she wasn't sure what it was at first. A light tapping on her balcony door. She stood causing her cat to huff smoke. She moved the heavy curtains and looked out.
The entire courtyard was being assault by rain and lots of it. Cephera felt her heart clench and she ran from her room Shiaji at her heels. She raced to the doors leading out to the yards and ran to the center letting the water soak her face and nightdress. She twirled and laughed spreading her arms wide. She hadn't felt or seen rain since she was 16 years old living on earth.
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Loki was on his towers balcony looking down. When the girl ran out and began twirling around like a fool he continued to watch. Her cat was bouncing between her feet as she danced about, her face lifted to let the rain wash over her. Her nightdress becoming soaked and slightly see threw. He mused if she knew that.
The cat was impressive. It was not of this realm. He wondered where she got it. He could sense the beasts power. He was running on magic of some kind. His eyes settled back on her. She was wiping her face and giggling. She ran and danced around some more before stopping to scoop up the animal and throw him in the air. It gave off a high pitched hiss and she caught it again. She acted as if she had never seen rain before.
Even though she looked like a fool he couldn't help but smile. It was contagious, her smile. The fact that something as simple as rain made her smile like that reminded him of innocence long lost to him.
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