Shai quickly took his measurement from elbow to elbow and muttered the number beneath her breath so she wouldn’t forget it. “Of course, rumors are for women working over weaving awls and sewing hoops.” She gave a little laugh at her supposed joke and she walked behind him and dropped one end of the tape. Stepping on the tail of tailor’s measurement device she took his height at the shoulders and quietly announced this to herself too. “The child and the mother hm?” Shai had trepidations about this line of talk but she couldn’t resist. It was cathartic to be the teller and not the one bearing every slithering syllable as they beat upon her shoulders. Shai knew she would pay for this conversation later, in the quiet solitude she so often lived in now. A bitter smile graced her lips as she took her final measurement; his shoulders.
“Well,” she started and she moved back towards the closet. Hidden within was a small leaflet of papers, she very quickly wrote down the measurements she’d just taken along with ‘Veldrys’. “The child has never been recovered though it is assumed he is still with the father. As mad the doctor might be, no Symenestra would steal its own child just to abandon it.” She sighed, “At least I like to think not.” Turning back to him, “Now as for the mother, well she is still around. Last I heard she had taken up again with her nest. I suppose she is waiting.”
Shai had to hide the epiphany as it struck her,How ridiculous!. It hadn’t been until she spoke the rumor, and in fact the truth, out loud to Veldrys that it became so clear. She was waiting, waiting on some miniscule hope that her son might be returned to her. She laughed, “But! If it was me, I would be searching every corner of the surface for my son.”
Ouch! That laugh had hurt and she could taste a trickle of blood inside her mouth but it didn’t feel as though her lips were bleeding again so hopefully the healer wouldn’t notice. It would seem ungrateful to mare his hard work for a chuckle. Still, now she knew. Tomorrow she would begin her preparations; it was time to stop wishing on fate and grip it by the stones. She would return with her son. “Well, those measurements are all that I needed Veldrys. I can deliver the cloak to your home or if you’d prefer the Purging. Delivery girls are excellent at remembering locations.” She offered with some excitement from her revelation leaking into her demeanor. How the male would take it she couldn’t say but a part of her didn’t care. Perhaps she wouldn’t be waylaid by mental distress this time, she would plan instead. By now, her original destination and meeting seemed so far away, as though they had been a dream within a nightmare.
“Well,” she started and she moved back towards the closet. Hidden within was a small leaflet of papers, she very quickly wrote down the measurements she’d just taken along with ‘Veldrys’. “The child has never been recovered though it is assumed he is still with the father. As mad the doctor might be, no Symenestra would steal its own child just to abandon it.” She sighed, “At least I like to think not.” Turning back to him, “Now as for the mother, well she is still around. Last I heard she had taken up again with her nest. I suppose she is waiting.”
Shai had to hide the epiphany as it struck her,How ridiculous!. It hadn’t been until she spoke the rumor, and in fact the truth, out loud to Veldrys that it became so clear. She was waiting, waiting on some miniscule hope that her son might be returned to her. She laughed, “But! If it was me, I would be searching every corner of the surface for my son.”
Ouch! That laugh had hurt and she could taste a trickle of blood inside her mouth but it didn’t feel as though her lips were bleeding again so hopefully the healer wouldn’t notice. It would seem ungrateful to mare his hard work for a chuckle. Still, now she knew. Tomorrow she would begin her preparations; it was time to stop wishing on fate and grip it by the stones. She would return with her son. “Well, those measurements are all that I needed Veldrys. I can deliver the cloak to your home or if you’d prefer the Purging. Delivery girls are excellent at remembering locations.” She offered with some excitement from her revelation leaking into her demeanor. How the male would take it she couldn’t say but a part of her didn’t care. Perhaps she wouldn’t be waylaid by mental distress this time, she would plan instead. By now, her original destination and meeting seemed so far away, as though they had been a dream within a nightmare.
