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❝Sometimes I wonder about the dreams I have when I'm awake.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#007F03 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #B20070】
|| Need you Now || Lady Antebellum ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#007F03 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #B20070】
|| Need you Now || Lady Antebellum ||
Clover was interesting. There was something about her, the way the cat was clearly out of her depth as she tried to learn the ways of high society, or the way she was still struggling with basic human speech, the way she mimicked every movement as she tried to learn how to use cutlery, it was all so interesting to watch, the way someone would watch a duckling learning how to swim. After her performance and she was praised for her work, Erika did a bow and then retrieved her care kit to properly treat the instrument after playing. "Then I suppose you can do this." Already a task came to mind. "Watch me and learn." Almost absentmindedly, Erika got to work on cleaning her flood, inserting the cleaning gauze through the hole of the cleaning rod and then gently inserting it into the flute itself, twisting to cleanse the inside.
"You did well, dear." Rosemary gave her an approving smile, proud of the youngest daughter. "Your talent never ceases to impress me." Eamon looked a bit sour because he knew he couldn't ever get to perform on stage like that. The best he could do was design the dress for Erika to wear for her competition. "Estelle is still better!" Eamon muttered, clearly salty about the situation. "Stop fraternizing, Fiyero, seriously!" Erika most ignored them all as she meticulously cleaned her partner that helped her make such beautiful music. Next was the pads, and she had small square-shaped cleaning papers she could insert to wipe the inner mechanisms of the pads up, three times for each before she was satisfied.
The final step was to clean the outside and she simply used a cloth to wipe it down to finish. Once it was done, Erika very carefully placed it back in it's case and closed it shut, every movement with grace and deliberation. "Of course I'm not as good as Estelle, but I'm still learning." Even Edmund seemed calmly impressed with her skill and he gave his daughter a subtle nod. "You still need work, but you've done excellently." He told her and Erika smiled. "Come, Clover. I have to show you something." She went back up to her room, leaving the rest of her family behind.
She was getting sick of this stuffy mansion. But now that she had a servant, perhaps it would be fun to patrol together outside for once. "Here, put this on." She tossed one of her old coats for Clover to wear and put hers on as well. With that she took Clover's hand. "I'm curious." The prodigy said, eyes twinkling as she cast her spell, the two melting into the shadows. As the moon loomed over the streets of Min City, the two girls hopped from shadow to shadow out of the Port District until finally they reached it. Tall, like a huge mountain, here was the Wall of Glory.
Up here, they were safe from the eyes of the guards down below who guarded the toll. "So, Clover." Erika grinned, cheeks pink, her usual composure was gone once again. Her hair blew wildly in the cold winds from being up this high. "Which side of the wall do you come from? Before the auctioneers took you, I mean." On the one side was splendour and riches, with clean streets and well maintained lights and pretty buildings. On the other side was squalor, houses built almost on top of each other because there wasn't enough room for the massive population living there. Not everyone on the poor side was poor, but those who lived comfortably were in the vast minority. The inequality of Min City couldn't be better seen than here, atop the Wall of Glory. "There's something wrong in this city." Erika said as the wind howled around them. "Will you be my partner as I try to set right the wrongs?" This her was the real her, the eagerly grinning mage that was almost bouncing on the balls of her feet, not the prissy shy noble lady from the estate.
"Be my partner." Erika held out her hand in offering. "And maybe we can change this world!" What was it she saw in Clover, in the cat that was still no doubt incompetent at performing human duties? Was it pity? Was it friendship? Or was it simple companionship on her quest as the Blue Lotus?