Post by Seren Weavers on Jan 5, 2012 15:27:15 GMT -8
November 2nd 2011
9.30am
Clothing
For what felt like the hundredth time since the apperation point -where Jasper had left her - her hand touched the inner pocket. The envelopes were still there - thank goodness. Loosing either of those items would spell allot of trouble for her. Loose one and the letter (complete with seal of the Faber house hold) which stated she had the right to travel would be gone, and she'd have nothing to prove she wasn't running away. The other envelope? Well she wasn't sure. Master Faber hadn't told her, only that it was vital it only be placed in the hands of the man who had the password, if he couldn't be found then she was return with it - no exceptions.
She could do this... right?
A shiver shot through the young girl's body as she walked. November was so cold, though she was thankful for the cloak she had been allowed to borrow. It was thick and warm, a pretty green, with beautiful embroidery around around the hood and cuffs. It was so pretty, and just wished it was hers...
As she approahed the door the familiar churning in her stomach began. For Seren, it was always the same. Fear of messing up and punishment, fear of word of trangressions getting mack to Master and him finally flipping to show his true colour. Just like the ones before him...
With a deep she knocked on the door, and stepped back quickly. Should she keep her head down, arms infront or behind her back. Perhaps she should kneel? Oh she didn't know! Master hadn't told her! Her breathing began to pick up, panic beginning to take control.
Oh help.... Oh No...