@coramwedd : "you haven't given me attention in five minuets." you wanted this apocalyptic child, alcina? you're getting her. "am i your favorite?"
[ five minutes. five weeks. ] an interminable repetition of fluttering wings and the hysterical laughter of her daughters, combined with the yammering of the LITTLE MOUSE disrupting the silence in lady dimitrescu's private study, nestled deep within the castle's maze. alcina looked down to the young cirilla and her enlargened emerald eyes, akin to a young kitten begging for a trace of attention, cast towards the towering form of the negligent lady. an inkling of alcina's unyielding scrutiny that had been directed upon business correspondence and the blood-infused black currant tea that stood neglected on the edge of the mahogany desk - daring to spill over onto the carpet with every letter and document that roughly skittered over the desk's surface.
the delicate crow's feet around alcina's eyes, barely perceptible under the golden candlelight, wrinkled in concern and nuisance. ❛❛ you've escaped my daughters again, little mouse. they are to tend to your oblique demands,❜❜ lamented the countess without providing the girl with the response she must have expected from her current caregiver. alcina’s girls neither enjoyed their newfound tasks as nannies, nor the entailing ramifications of chasing a mere child through castle dimitrescu.
❛❛ be a darling and assist me then. if i deem your work sufficient you may accompany me to the council meeting tomorrow and converse with angie. ❜❜ her leather-clad talons lifted the girl as though she were a fragile toddler and placed her on the desk's only empty spot, handing her a stack of letters and envelopes inscribed with the countess's refined handwriting.
