So, the song from the small flute in her ears was as sweet as the timberling water beside of her, working its path between round white stones. She felt alone, though. The music never faded, except when she herself wanted to. She did not se the servants running to do their chores all around, trying their best being silent an invisible. She never noticed them. Her arrogance filled the air as the sun shone opun her golden hair, which covered her face. A swift of a breeze came across her face, showing tears from the eyes behind the hair.
“My mistress, you cry” It was one of the new ones, it must have been. Noone else would have dared come with such a statement. But she was not in the mood of punishing incompetent servants, not today. Insted, she rised, pushed the tears away with a soft hand and looked the servant straight in the eye. Even if she was shorter by a foot, she did indeed seem meters taller, authority ozing her being.
“What is your name, child?” She asked.
“I am called Annabelle, Mistress”
“Well, Annabelle, you should know better than to talk without being spoken to”
“I am sorry, Mistress. It will not happen again, I was just conserned of your wellbeing”
“You must always remember, my child, even if the sun shines on you own pretty head, rain will fall on someone else. And for the time being that someone else might want to be left alone. When the rain rules the sun, the sun can not dry out tairs.”
The servant dropped to an curtsy, and when she raised, the woman was gone.
“There is a time for all of us to rain,” the servant said in agreement before going back to her chores.
Elizabeth Alexandre Winsor 