Bugger, blast, bloody stupid, stupid Kel!
The rant had gone on for a good, good while, admonishing and punishing herself to an audience of none as she furiously undressed, or as furiously as one could. The dress she had worked hard to get mended and made up was unceremoniously discarded in a heap of dirty laundry in the corner of the room. Angry with herself, and no one else, she plonked herself on the edge of the rickety old bed, in naught but her undergarments. It was a dark, cold room with nothing but the light of one beeswax candle that dripped slowly over the iron holder it was placed in. The shadows were long, but not the focus of her words, those were instead given to the hideous work of taxidermy known as Cecil, a once very cute squirrel who bounced from tree to tree, and now sat, with one eye looking at the door and the other at the ceiling.
Adopt me?! Adopt me!! I don't need adopting! I have a Pa, a Ma, and I certainly don't need telling how I could be adopted! Taken under the wing and all? I'm not five! Not a child! You know what I am? A raging idiot! Argh!
The dust puffed up as she flomped back on the bed. The spider was still up there, waiting patiently day after day to land in her mouth as she was sleeping. A far cry from Ungoliant, yet it occasionally made a sinister move, scuttling a few inches to the left or right.
Friends, I can be friends, I like friends, friends are good. Friends! Can't get much better a friend! Aye, friends, friends, friends.
Against her better judgement, she closed her eyes as old eight eyes was probably planning her demise from above. She breathed, she calmed. It had been a good day apart from that bit. She had laughed a lot. Had dinner with a pretty lad. Made a killing in trades. It wasn't all bad, just a misstep. She could fix this. As her mind ticked over, her thoughts became stranger, dreams crept in and before long, it was morning.
