Split Quarters

Sitting behind my desk, I stared at the zones arrayed before me. While I’m attempting to weave all my responsibilities (required and voluntary) into a unified cadence, certain hopes have been sliding a bit. Fortunately, my subconscious appears to have been processing the outstanding storylines percolating in the confines of my mind. So, after a momentary pause, I slammed my mental pry bar into the cracks of my mind and teased the fantasy micro-tale from the depths of my mental landscape. Eventually, Taitha’s tale rushed from the cracks and tumbled through my fingers, and with every pass, I smoothed out the rough edges.

For this narrative, I wanted to focus on Taitha’s relationship with her brother and his Academy. Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.

Split Quarters

As a lithe woman’s hand sliced through the air, a rippling silver seam burst into existence. With each passing second, the rift widened, revealing a raging mist with an image just out of focus. When she stepped toward the opening, the teased picture crystallized. As she drew her next breath, the woman walked through the ghostly rendition.

“Tiatha, aren’t the accommodations here acceptable?”

The gash sealed as Tiatha’s head whipped about, searching for the intruder. Once located, she rubbed her eyes and sighed. “Leodor, didn’t you promise that this home would be mine?”

“Yes.”

“By that logic,” Taitha said, slapping her palms together, “shouldn’t I possess a measure of privacy from the staff, even you?”

A full-throated chuckle filled the space as Leodor rose.

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