A few paragraphs I vomited out today. I need to improve.
“I am finished dressing,” he said, straightening. The toes of his shoes were capped with metal, polished so brightly that he again saw himself. Arches of the shoe hugged his foot, he had been flat footed before. Has she changed that as well? Some more confusing emotions swam to the surface at this, pushing out his slow absorption of the situation to instead consider what other changes she had made that he merely had failed to notice yet. A keen awareness came over his body, struggling to find some minute difference. The trance lasted for a few moments, before being broken by themetallic scrape of well oiled hinged.
“Madam has instructed me to accompany you to the East Wing to attend her, follow me.” Abandoning his concentration, Lauro followed Evenrel from the room. Much like the bedroom the hallway shone in reflected light from hanging alcohol lamps. Every surface seemed to be made of shining white stone, polished enough to reflect one’s features vaguely. From a hallway that passed by several more identical doors, and through an archway Lauro found himself on an open balcony. Before him a garden extended outwards across a wide lawn to creep up a thick stone wall, topped with iron spikes. Hudges formed shaded pathways, overhung with flowers he did recognize in colors of gold and red. At its center a massive lemon tree shaded a courtyard. At this distance he saw Noemi, sitting on a bench there in the shade of the branches. Attending to her was a young women, dressed in family’s colors, her dress patterned in red and white. A stiff warm breeze brought the scent of the garden towards him. Instead of going down the stairs in front of them, Evenrel turned away to head along the balcony.
“Wait, I can see Noemi.” Evenrel did not, instead continued forward five paces before stopping.
“You are to accompany me to the East Wing to attend Madam.” Lauro glanced at the man’s back, then looked back to the garden. She was maybe a hundred feet away, now sipping at something while her attendant fawned over a bush covered in pale pink buds.
“Are you daft? I mean you are, clearly, but she is right there. You’re not so rigid that you can’t simply change your course?” Lauro stepped down the first step, and Evenrel turned to look at him. His eyes studied Lauro’s movements, evaluating something. Was what passed for a mind trying to work out whether he not he was attempting to escape? With another step Lauro proceeded cautiously down the wide staircase, fingertips trailing along the railing. Worked into the wood a texture of leaves, ending in a bloom, the entire thing making him think of a great floral snake. When he was not tackled from behind Lauro decided that Evenrel’s evaluation had chosen that he was not attempting to escape.
