Tinnaire

A New Key

There was no where to put her key. No bowl on a stand by the door, no hooks in the wall, no arcane drop pocket. Tinnaire stood there in silence, peering at it inert in her palm. How perplexing! Moving wasn't something she had ever worried about. She'd always been taken care of and more often than not, these little things were well in hand before she'd ever walked through her own doors. Living alone for the first time in ages came with all sorts of baffling problems she'd never considered. New adventures. Her lips quirked and she curled her fingers around the key possessively before dipping it into her pocket.

The apartment was mostly empty. Her eyes swept over the blank walls and the freshly painted white walls. She couldn't decide if it all felt like delightful potential or some sort of hollow melancholy. Perhaps it was both.

Her fingers deftly swept up her blonde tresses--but not into a delicate plait. A knotted bun kept it off her face, a wisp or two curling around her cheeks. Bare feet walked on clean tiles. There was work to do.

She hung up a mirror first, large and elegant. The sin'dorei could not help but see her reflection. The woman who stared back had all the features she knew so well with lipstick and earrings on even in new chores. She could taste the nails that stuck out the corner of her mouth and the hammer in hand could destroy or build with equal ease.  Tinnaire smiled. She liked having tools in her hands, even if her perfectly polished nails didn't hint at that fact. 

Light streamed in from the undressed window and bounced off the mirror. Everything felt bigger and brighter already.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Week #10 - 2019 Memories