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|| Dear Winter || AJR ||
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|| Dear Winter || AJR ||
She couldn't sleep. Despite her best efforts, Winter tossed and turned, eventually getting out of bed to wander the halls. Zeus was sitting in the living room, reading a book in an ancient language that Winter could not understand. In the living room was a grand piano, one Iris had forced Winter to play for her when she had entertained guests, before Winter had fully moved in with Zed. "The piano hasn't been touched since you left," Zeus said, not looking up from his book. "Did Iris not know how to play it?" She asked, lifting the keylid. "No, she did, but she hated it. Her Mother forced her to learn, so she never enjoyed the piano, but she quite liked listening to you play." Winter nodded, placing her hands down on the keys. She hadn't played in a while, not since the incident with Arke.
"The others have already begun to undergo their changes," Winter said softly, playing a slow and quiet melody so as not to disturb the others. "But I remain unchanged." Zeus looked up from his book, "everyone else has something, so why am I still the same?" He closed his book and rose, sitting beside her on the piano bench. "You were born half an Heir," Zeus said softly, he took one of her hands from the piano, the music coming to an abrupt stop. "So perhaps you were already born in your final form," he lifted her arm and turned it gently so that she could see it. A rainbow sheen on her skin when he held it against the glow. "Or maybe you were already perect," he released her wrist. "Now go and get some rest, you have a big day today and an even bigger one tomorrow." Winter nodded, "Goodnight Dad," he kissed her hair, then nudged her off.
It still sounded so strange, Dad. She had played with a few variations, but none of them felt right. Winter tightened her robe around her as she walked down the empty hall and went to rest in bed, finding that sleep came much easier this time. "Lady Winter, it's time to get up. Lady Winter?" Nemia nudged her, Winter blinking as sunlight filtered into the room. "I've run the bath for you," Nemia said gently. "I brought your favorite soap from home, I hope you don't mind." Winter shook her head and sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Thank you, that was very thoughtful of you," Nemia beamed underneath the praise. Winter slid from her bed, steeping herself in the tub like a tea bag in hot water. She held her hand up into the light, the large windows allowing the sun to stream into the room.
It glittered, just like last night. She had not been dreaming after all then. Was this her only change? It was somewhat... lame admittedly. Elise was growing wings, she could see the beginnings of a tail sprouting from Serenity. So why sparkly skin? "It's dumb," Winter rose from the tub, wrapping a towel around herself. She allowed Nemia to twist her hair into an intricate coiff and dressed for the bridal shower, hoping that Elise and Serenity were up already. "Lady Winter, breakfast is ready." One of Zeus's staff knocked on the door, "I'll be there in a minute," she looked at her engagement ring, soon it would be joined by a wedding ring. Tomorrow. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she could not help but smile. "I'll see you soon," Winter said to Nemia as she left.
"Good morning," Winter smiled as she joined them at the breakfast table. Her Father was sitting at the head, reading a newspaper. "Good morning my lovely," he gave a short wave and put his paper down. Winter took a seat on his left hand side, the right had been Iris's seat. Even now, it remained empty, a small portion of breakfast placed there out of respect.