#21 - Treat Delivery

The corridor was blissfully empty when Orla returned once more, her shoes echoing on the flagstones as she hurried to the right spot.

She wondered about the creature - should she write home about her encounters with it? Probably not, whoever replied would scold her for being reckless with wild animals, or warn her against feeding it lest it follow her home.

One or two Aunts might be excited to hear about it, and ask for more details or one of Orla’s drawings, but they weren’t exactly the letter-writing type.

With a sigh, Orla leaned against the window, the cold glass sending shivers through her layers of robe and uniform. It was nice though, and seemed to help soothe her headache as she awaited the appearance of the mirror.

After a while, her restlessness returned and the doubts began to creep in. Was it silly to expect the mirror to allow her access whenever she wanted? 

Orla bit her tongue, thinking on her actions, her hands straying to the pocket where the parchment roll was contained. She might as well read it again…