40th Ymiden 716
In the waking world, Faith was asleep on the floor of the undertaker's shop where she lived and worked. On the floor in the room where the bodies were, the young slave turned and mumbled something unrecogniseable in her sleep. Her body in the waking world was a scrawny, underfed thing which did not speak of the growth that she would have experienced had she been properly fed. But as she opened her eyes inside her dream, Faith was not the scrawny girl laying on the floor but she was the woman that she should, by now, have been. Her mist-grey eyes looked around and she frowned slightly, things were not what they should be.
But they were. In an entirely other way, things were exactly as they should be.
Faith stood from the floor and she stretched, raising her hands to the sky and then she looked around. It was the place that she knew, there was no doubting it. It was the familiar shop, but with some differences that she had not, at first, noticed. Like the stained glass window in the wall, which was actually from her childhood in Athart, and the door being like the door of the University. They were small, but significant differences to her. However, the whole experience had a strange, otherworldly and yet entirely *there* quality.
And so, Faith decided, she would explore. Standing up she smoothed down the dress that she was wearing and then she looked at it in some surprise. It was *the* dress. The one that she had seen once, arcs ago as a young child, worn by one of the mistresses in Athart. It had been her first memory of wanting something, of envy. It was beautiful. The top of the dress itself was white, with a tight sweetheart neckline and bodice with black embroidery and sequins sparkling on it. The skirt of the dress was long and black, seemingly made of strips of fabric so fine that it seemed to be almost woven from shadows. She looked down at it in surprise and then caught sight of her own, much more shapely figure accentuated by the bodice of the dress and she quirked one eyebrow. "Well, hello, lads" she murmured and then she smiled.
But, enough of the dress and the newly curved figure, Faith decided that she would explore and so she skipped lightly out of the room where the bodies were kept (there were none here to-trial, how odd) and she made her way out, feeling drawn to the reception area. And it was there, in the reception area that Faith saw her beloved Famula, sitting behind the reception desk and working. She looked up as Faith entered and She gave a slight, ever so slight smile.
"You are late" Famula said, and Faith stood, unable to move in shock and surprise.
In the waking world, Faith was asleep on the floor of the undertaker's shop where she lived and worked. On the floor in the room where the bodies were, the young slave turned and mumbled something unrecogniseable in her sleep. Her body in the waking world was a scrawny, underfed thing which did not speak of the growth that she would have experienced had she been properly fed. But as she opened her eyes inside her dream, Faith was not the scrawny girl laying on the floor but she was the woman that she should, by now, have been. Her mist-grey eyes looked around and she frowned slightly, things were not what they should be.
But they were. In an entirely other way, things were exactly as they should be.
Faith stood from the floor and she stretched, raising her hands to the sky and then she looked around. It was the place that she knew, there was no doubting it. It was the familiar shop, but with some differences that she had not, at first, noticed. Like the stained glass window in the wall, which was actually from her childhood in Athart, and the door being like the door of the University. They were small, but significant differences to her. However, the whole experience had a strange, otherworldly and yet entirely *there* quality.
And so, Faith decided, she would explore. Standing up she smoothed down the dress that she was wearing and then she looked at it in some surprise. It was *the* dress. The one that she had seen once, arcs ago as a young child, worn by one of the mistresses in Athart. It had been her first memory of wanting something, of envy. It was beautiful. The top of the dress itself was white, with a tight sweetheart neckline and bodice with black embroidery and sequins sparkling on it. The skirt of the dress was long and black, seemingly made of strips of fabric so fine that it seemed to be almost woven from shadows. She looked down at it in surprise and then caught sight of her own, much more shapely figure accentuated by the bodice of the dress and she quirked one eyebrow. "Well, hello, lads" she murmured and then she smiled.
But, enough of the dress and the newly curved figure, Faith decided that she would explore and so she skipped lightly out of the room where the bodies were kept (there were none here to-trial, how odd) and she made her way out, feeling drawn to the reception area. And it was there, in the reception area that Faith saw her beloved Famula, sitting behind the reception desk and working. She looked up as Faith entered and She gave a slight, ever so slight smile.
"You are late" Famula said, and Faith stood, unable to move in shock and surprise.
