The day was creeping up along the hillside before it shot its glorious golden rays along the rooftops of the town. Reaching, stretching, to tap along each window and peek through the gaps of curtains and shades. As the song of the day rang high, the town woke, its usual bustle of life stirring quickly. Items were in need to prepare, to bake, to cook, to stir, to sew, to clang upon with hammer and steel, to prepare for another day of hard earned coin.
Their home was not exempt from this daily ritual, everyone in the house slipped from their beds, heading to the kitchen to fill their stomachs. Everyone, that is except one, Samorn, the sleepy-eyed, “just five more minutes” girl that stayed in bed well over those extra five minutes to an hour..Or so. Her parents would cave to her request of added sleep, father obeying a watchful mother who wanted her baby girl to take as much time as she needed.
A faint smile crossing her lips as she was quick to lull back off into the sweet clouds of dreaming. Ah, how the wind upon her face felt so good and the ocean, it was truly the blue everyone said it would be. Just a reach of her hand and she could - poof! The dream was gone; her eyes were wide open, as well as her mouth as she was yelling from the painful weight that was now lying on top of her. “GET OFF OF ME!!!” she cried as she shuffled underneath her quilts and pillows; feeling quite trapped.
She was only met with wicked laughter, a laugh that only made her flail and kick more. Her brother, Agim. “You know” he said so eloquently in his soft voice, as he easily kept his balance sitting on top of her, “If you keep up long nights in the workshop like you did last night mother and father are sure to find out.” She couldn’t see it but she was sure that his innocent smug smile was plastered across his face. She stopped thrashing, “Do they suspect anything?” she asked with a skip in her heartbeat. “No” he said hopping down, “I went down before they had crawled out of bed to clean up what you had not” he said as he flung open the curtains on the window.
She lay there, still, taking in another moment in time at her brother; while she could. He was quite handsome, skin pale as hers, which offset his dark raven hair. His eyes, a perfect emerald green; unlike her two tone. His movements were like water, flowing yet sound, and his craft that he so easily mastered drove a petty childhood rivalry unlike no other. He was easily well liked, with his charisma anything he wanted was well within his grasp. A ladies man, a well taught gentlemen of fine taste and grace… By the gods how he annoyed her so..
Her gaze of wonderment slipped to a grim look of un-amusement as he opened her window to wave at one of those pretty girls that fawned over him. “You know, next time that you sneak down there you could at least make some attempt to clean up after yourself” Agim said as he posed for his onlooker down below. He was pushing his luck with her, she grabbed a pillow; reeling it back high above her head. “Honestly,” he said as he flipped a curl from his face, offering a wider smile to his audience “If you - ” She couldn’t take it much more, his smugness, his taunts to people, -him-, she lobbed a pillow as hard as she could right at his fat head!
And it whizzed by him as he stepped out of the way, right out the window.
"What?" he asked innocently. Tossing the quilts aside she leapt from her bed, grabbed his wrist; drug his across the room "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" she cried. Taking the door in one hand and shoving him out hard with the other "GAH! You are -so- frustrating!" -SLAM! - He could offer no rebuttal, he only smiled and shrugged, his task was completed and so he shuffled off down stairs. “Another successful wake up call, son” laughed his father as he slipped away from Olina’s irritated glare. Agim returned in laugh and nod as he stole a slice of pie off the counter.
"Do you always have to have a do that?" Olina asked as she tried to pull the slice from him as moving well as the rest of the pie out of his reach. Taking a successful large bite he grinned at her, "Why yes mother, yes I do." "Ugh…" she sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose."Just… Just go help your father in the shop and leave your sister -alone- for a change!” “Very well mother…” he said quite pleased with his two victories, happily munching away at the pie as he turned out of the kitchen.”That boy…. “Olina said softly as she shook her head.
Well, now she was down another pillow, oh well she would fish for it out of the bushes later. She blinked at the open window and shook her head, “Agim you…” Sighing heavily she made her way across her room, stretching and yawning out what sleep still clung to her. Opening her wardrobe she realized what day it was, “Wait… What time is it?” she said looking back to the window. It was well into the day, and that meant she was -late-. With a ramble of clothes, tossed here and there, a hop, stumble and fall, she pulled on her clothes. To describe her elegance would be to watch a drunken swan trying to take flight.
She burst from her room, bag in one hand and her hat in the other, running down the stairs. “Samorn!” called her mother, placing her hands on her hips as she watched her daughter rush into the kitchen. “What in the -.” “Sorry mother! I can’t talk right now I got to - mfmphm wiff Ekkhmmm fffggh, fiff ish goof um pie!” she said as she shoveled a piece of pie into her mouth. Leaving no room for conversation she snatched up another piece and carried it off out the door; leaving her mother blinking.