Fri Jul 10, 2015 8:25 pm by Merisa
(Open Continuation Of Drama Class.)
Almost sunset, the castle was starting to cool off and with Mersia’s room right at a corner indent of the castle she had two windows that were left wide open, thankfully shaded by the tree outside in a small courtyard area almost. It was all white, given for a few black drapes or the red and black carpet that almost covered the hard wood floor. The walls draped in the white silk that covered it in strands and over the bed too. There sat a small table, enough room for three or four people that sat beneath the window sill with white draped chairs that were completely buried underneath it. Two large dress cupboards stood, broad and in deep cherry oak wood against the white dressed walls perhaps some of the biggest accents of the room. On the floor between it was an empty space where the bare floor showed through where the dark black and silver trunk was supposed to sit.
A soft sound of violin on a old gramophone echoed through the room and slightly out into the hallway, playing something soft yet constant reaching forte with higher notes for only an instant before it fell down scale once again. In this room, fading with white candles lit across the room save for one light that was turned on by the two dressers, on the wall a three piece set of mirrors that the light bounced off of as well. Here is where Merisa was found, with her upper body in one of the dress cupboards, protected by the doors that hung open hiding more of her form behind the wood. With a deep breath she leaned back up so she was standing up and had two different dress ends in her hand as she compared the color of them in the brighter light.
’’Well… I don’t know still this one is nice and red pretty soft too… But this one might be more..Proper..’’ Taking in a deep breath she stared at the colors that went through the cupboard from white to red, back to a deep purple then leading from blue all the way up to gold. Something different in every color, kept the spice of the day alive, she thought anyways. The music played in the background, a gentle relief from silence to the ears, nothing to loud and nothing she had to strain to listen to. She even let the mismatched color of hair stay down and long as it hung over her shoulders and down her back, black and white twisted into one with a tie of a gold ribbon holding the two colors together. There was a pitcher of lemonade sitting on the table, with a gathering of six clear glasses surrounding it. A plate of little coffee cakes she had set away for occasions like this.
Her head tilted and looked over at the other open dress cupboard and quickly scurried over to it, pressing her fingers through the dresses trying to see which designs and makes she had hidden away inside. Her voice started to hum, the same tune as the violin on the gramophone in the corner of the room. It echoed nicely from the back of the room, making it seem like there was a speaker system set up around the room. Her head swayed from left to right listening to the violin as she ran her fingers through the colors of dresses once again. She was expecting Angelique sometime tonight, and Mikel said he would be arriving a short-while after sunset to bring her the trunk from his carriage. It was still about ten or fifteen minutes until the sun was going to sink behind the school and the moon shining its brightest on a full moon’s night.
This is when the white of her hair, the mismatched blue and green of her eyes and the pale white nature of her skin truly shone. All the pale bright light from the moon illuminating everything it touched, one reason why she enjoyed keeping her window open and blinds drawn open for the night. Still she was buried in the dress Cupboard going through everything while no one was here yet still.
