She was lost.
Yes, she was lost.
She thought that it was not that long after she had her dinner.
She decided she wanted to walk around for a little bit to have some fresh air, and take in the beauty of the chandelier, the decorations and the building itself.
The memorandum of pictured imageries of the people crossed her mind as she walked around. It was dark. Her mind kept repeating. For the countless of a thousandth time. Kind of journey that she wouldn't have been into if she would've cared to memorize the way back. Of a single venued room.
Not that she's that stupid or have clueless cells of a brain, but just that, she needed to pee and have some fresh air. In need, and so, here she is now.
An idiot in a yellow dress who hasn't been back to her table designated for.. quite an hour.
Needless to say, she was now in a brown alley. In a room. Maybe a hallway, covered by curtains, leading to the god knows where of a hollowness of the abbyss. To which she knows will lead to another room.
She made it known that the distraction of the darkness and her slightly panicked mind helps to release stress. A sequence of memories, events, in at least of her own mind. Which then until the picture did finally placed of an imagery of people looking away from their already frozen untimed stare. The memory of an embarrassing situation where she desperately felt people could hear her thoughts, let alone her heartbeat. She hoped forsakenly not.
That then it was brought to where she was now, a strange place, her feet pacing back and forth, jittery to not even take another step on the boards floor.
She didn't know what to do. She had been standing there for quite a while, and wanting to ask for help wasn't really a choice, an unopen action as no one really entered and maybe even bothering to pass through- the exact location, -she stepped on it. The little black dot on the floor. To which she discovered was an insect. To which she silently cursed and frown in disgust disguisingly.
She was starting to regret her decision. She wondered if she could hold in her pee and who wasn't the only one who'd wander off like some feline being someone who's desperate enough to go look for some fresh air. In a room full of dressed people, in regarded to. And a possible situation of an event where of when people decided to take a look at her figure as she walked away, maybe silently warning her that it wasn't a good idea for her to go. As maybe the event didn't take that long to start. Or at least that amount of time in her mind.
And now, here is where she is. Lost and hungry- a little bit- filled with more curiosity to observe than to eat, and the possibility to see the all the items' products of the final auction.
Until the cold breeze snapped her back to the currency of the dark abbyss, dawning on her that she still didn't know where to go. At least until a real cockroach appeared, making her almost shriek in pain, and wanting to destroy it all at once. To which it was merely impossible as the horrible, tiny creature flew to the curtain, maybe a slight thoughtful of flying to her face dead spot.
The creature landed perfectly on a curtain linen, and she almost ran away, scurrying after it. Rather she just stood there frozen. Wishing on an unexistent object that it wouldn't fly and attack her face for no reason whatsoever. She stared down at the plopped insect on the dark black curtain. She wanted to swat it away, or shoo it away to eternal air loop so she wouldn't have to stay next to it for much longer.
Until initiatively it decided to fly away and onto the venue of a museum painting onto her right, her brain may thought of it being attracted to the yellow golden lighting of the room. That was darker. Her mind added to no pity of the living beast.
To which Ave suddenly noticed, the curtain had a holed gap underneath it, to which she was able to pass through, and which brought to a moment where she felt like the most idiotic person in the whole world. As curtains maniacly led to another room. Or maybe even a wall. Her face flatly responded as her thoughts decided to ran properly through and in a slight thought destroy her moments of dreamy momentum.
Following it and flipping over the slightly heavy curtain with her right hand. To which she first discovered an aqua blue wateres cylindrical tub, with a fish of a woman.
A mermaid. Her mind voiced out.
The creature greeted her with a look. Staring at her. Seems to directly stare at her soul. To which she suddenly remembered in the myths that they would drag you down under if they find you delicious. To which she quickly blocked her sight and slightly scooched away. The mermaid responded to tapping the glass with a muffled after sound- to which she slightly peeked open from between her fingers.
She was beautiful. But dangerously threatening as she didn't know what she was going to do next. Maybe pop the lid open and grab her with her tail like a piece of skewer.
She pursed her lips.
She really regretted the fact that she didn't say anything or a word-about to Heisenberg, the name she remembered popped into her head as she said it for the first time. Thought of it.
For an instance, she told him she would be quick, a nice reply from him when she told him she's going to be a proper lady. For a fact, he did told her that the auction was about to start soon, momentarily. She wished she didn't give him that sickly sweet smile of hers.
She was just distracted by a fulfilling meal that she just had to take a look around and explore the creepy mansion- of a castle, -and that she's truly considerate of giving him a gift in return- a flower or maybe an eating utensil.
Which she imagined he would be showing her a weird face with an arched eyebrow of his eye.
But currently, in this dark, crappy trap of a situation- dark and gloomy- she didn't have much of a choice. Or anything to think about as she was in currency facing -a face of a mermaid, she didn't want to think. Or much to think through her brain of pave candy land. As so she might read her memories or mind of some embarrassing moments of her previous life. Or even know her plan to anything she thought of in the past. Not that she had any secrets to hide..
Until she realised she was surrounded by a set of living creatures, her behinded by a cage of a wolf. Which she quickly spun around to and discover its white, long fur and gigantic feature. Not much like a giant, though.
Her feet- no choice but to inch backwards until she realised her body almost hit the tub. By walking too small and too quick, she would've almost topped over the glas of aquarium and break the mermaid free of its cylinder.
Until she noticed the color of the aqua blue water- which she was enchanted at as she stared it long and hard until it was distracted by a finger- a face appearing moments after.
It was not long after, that she remembered, the thought of her urgent situation, in patronage in return to the table, and that she might not have much time left, or the fact that she horribly didn't have much to think about at the moment, or even the slightest idea.
That it might be a vacant seat of her toosh, or the longing, vacant seat in Heisenberg's eyes, or that so god help her that he may be waiting- a bit too long for her to return.
A sit, or stand up in the events of the auction. To which it might start in a few minutes. Possibly not.
She had a sense of a feeling that the lights were about to dim, and the auction about to start, as she was still busy treading waters to look for an exit door, to which it seems of no use to look.
She was trapped here. She didn't know where to go, and meeting a mermaid would shut her up already. For the time being in reason, she might have to miss it. Her mind kept running through a bazillion ways to get back at her table, to which she silently was embarrassed at- which she came up with nothing. As the creepy mermaid kept looking at her. Well, she was pretty. She admitted.
From the horrifiest, deepest part of her heart.
Ave wondered where the seller got that existence from. To which her thought ran through, to which she got a steel gaze from the mermaid.
Her eyeballs took in.
To that of an idea of a full tummy. Her stomach reminded. Right now, she felt too full to think, a slight not caring anymore to anything that would happen. The only thing that would satisfy her is a maybe of the thought of luxious, free adventures, being able to travel anywhere and not being able to follow any regulations and stuck-up steps to follow along.
And being able to wander, a bulb came up- or maybe act like a royal for a little bit. To which doesn't seem to be a big of a deal, considering that she would swear to participate and following the help of the event.
What she felt was long, was only a few seconds until the mermaid screeched at silently. Maybe getting her ears confused for second for witnessing her being underwater. She snapped out of her daydream and shook her head.
In contrary to which she got reminded of for the imagery of the piles of plates she ate a momentary ago at the table. Her mind decided to remind her.
A past distance memory of peeking and jittering in nervousness to her previous situation didn't help. Nor did her own brain did help. A random thought ran through her mind.
It was very much like her and it didn't help a bit to the existing, nonexistent solution of a mysterious end of an exit door. For rather, it was mocking and a disturbing thought made by her mind to knock off her tranquility and the peace she once had. Or it just wanted to remind her of an embarrassing memory of the silly mistakes she did. To which she reminded after, that they were the same people, and that she didn't have a right to judge her like that.
She swore the mermaid laughed at her for a bit. Maybe a snigger. At the sight of her shoulders got a slight shake for a momentarily movement. Of a shake. To which maybe or so she thought could've been her imagination.
She scrutinized her eyes. To which she got a staring response from the mermaid, but still stone-faced to what could be described as a gaze. Well, she is now a slightly-looking, joyful-tale of a mermaid as she witnessed the creature in front of her. She witnessed as her hair followed along the bubbly water inside the tub.
She raised a cocky, tiny eyebrow as she wondered whether she just went up to the top of the lid and swirled the water inside, would have the mermaid come along or would it stay like that like a stone in surrender of the swirling water.
In commemorence to her ongoing thoughts, a large- quite large man appeared silently. Unbeknownst to her, the man creeped up her back and tapped on her shoulder.
"Mrs. It is time to go." He jolted a thumb backwards.
"No." She shook her head. "Go where?"
He took her by the arm and courtsied her to the black arena. Further and further into the room, until she saw many people. Wearing faeries clothing, green and colorful colors, people with eigs and what seems to be like an elf. She wondered if it was real or not. Until their body sputtered out glitters and glimmers and they smell like magic.
Averithe saw in disbelief. Bewildered by the amount of fantasicial creatures she saw. The lot of them. To which she didn't believe it was true. As she stepped on slowly towards deeper into the room, and took a place of a seat in front of the bed table. Mirrored in front of her, her red-grey eyes sparkled. Her hair glowed of white ash that she dyed- which wouldn't be a problem since she was born with a few hairstrings of white colored. To which she almost gets teased most of them for her white being amongst the black.
Ave heard the man say, "Please wait until you are called." Until the man came closer to her side, walked until he was beside her and stopped. His tuxedo brooded with a belly bulge for the sake of arching his back, passed on a paper number.
He slapped it onto the desk. "Here's your number." It was red, paper and kind of expensive looking as it looked of vintage, and a hard to find material. It wasn't paper, but more like hard paper of a cardboard. She rubbed it with her finger tips, the rough material on her pores seemed like it liked her and matched with what it actually is.
She didn't think much.
Until someone came behind her. "Hey."
She couldn't make up if it was a man or a woman. Until she turned around, to see a woman with blonde white hair. She didn't know if it was real or not. "Hello." She didn't know what to respond with after, as it was the first thing she said out of her mouth, which she felt a slight of embarrassment with.
The woman spoke in a different language. One she didn't knew of. From the city she grew up in, nor the books she read about languages that were important or used in other cities nor parts of her island. She didn't know how to reply, what it meant as she nodded with a tiny smile on her cheek.
The woman, whom white she was, deemed her as welcoming and smiled in return. Probably dying inside from the lack of response from her side, as she sat down on an also empty mirrored desk to her left.
Averithe, being the truthful teenager she was, wanted to ask if she was real or not. Whether her face porcelained and white hair was fake, or whether she spent and went on massages and face bleaches, both on her face and her hair to just specifically enter this party.
She bit her lip. Wanting to ask, but not a word wanting to come out of her lips and teeth out as well.
Until the man called out, "Creatures, be ready." The same man peeked his head out of the curtain.
She didn't know the curtain was there, nor was it black or drooping when she first came in the room.
Maybe that's what she got for being light-headed and spacing out for most of her life.
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