Heels sounded their familiar melody as she stepped down the hall and towards her room, path painstakingly uneventful. Letter ‘K’ mounted upon a plaque marked the start of her territory in this bizarre new world of hers. Adjustment from Court to mortal realm was something she was still struggling with, the act of nurse and student barely keeping her mind at ease. Monster beneath the surface of her skin demanded blood and agony, her core ached for chaos. A junky going into withdraw she was hardly in the mood to be social, which is why she stood at her door for a good ten minutes.
Sanctuary, safe haven, a place to be alone… This is what her room should have been. Instead it was another prison to cage her beast and keep her from tearing apart anyone she crossed. Inside lurked an invited intruder, a most unwelcome guest of honor that she had made a deal with. Pros outweighed the cons at the time, now she wasn’t so sure. Decision made to enter proverbial hell and she clicked the key in place before pushing the door open with her boot. Subtle sound as leather collided with wooden opponent to reveal a room she had yet to modify.
Brilliant luxurious works of art meant nothing to her as she passed them; soft tones of colors only irritated her further. Unseen satchel appeared as she held it above the table, leather straps straining at the weight of its contents. Audible thud as bag collided with wooden surface, spilling free some of its contents. Fruit rolled across the table, snared by wicked talons called nails. Kalika brought it to her lips, teeth slicing through flesh at the exact moment she dropped her glamour.
Juice lingered at the corners of her lips, swept away by warm tongue before she finally decided to see if the darling Puppet master was still around. Click of her heels marked her decent into the grand bedroom, tri-colored eyes only taking one sweep across the room before she moved towards the balcony. Free hand turned the handle of the door and she gazed out into the moonlit night. Head tilted back she let the supple light wash across her skin before taking another bite of Fae fruit.
Kalika had no doubt that if the Puppeteer was there, he would know immediately where to find her. Nor did she doubt he knew what sort of goodies she brought with her this time. Fruit and meat of her homeland she had barely manage to retrieve without a fight, if anything she would need to call upon someone when they began to get low again. Faery wine was tucked in the very bottom of the bag, corked with magic and a deadly scrawling to the side. The pleasantries of her kind were positively astounding.
She settled on a chair and gazed towards the forest, savoring the flavor of the fruit as well as the peaceful night.
Time laps of 17 days