De Pooh Family/Pandora/Knocking on Wood

Dimwood

2020-11-26 18:19:38

Pandora’s infantry was hesitant to talk on the way home, except for a few, but no one enjoyed fighting the daimons. Seeing no one killed was the one thing Pandora was thankful for. Out of awkwardness to cope with the situation, one soldier stammers and they begin to talk over one another.

“That was alright.”
“Shut your trap you were crying like a little b*tch.”
“You sh*t head.”
“One of them looked like your mother.”
“I don’t have a mother.”

A sea breeze came over Pandora’s infantry. They had come across a patch of grass where it had blue wild flowers like the ones found in the gift basket, next to a cozy lodge. Several men were injured with abrasive cuts several inches wide with deep bruising, although none were internally bleeding and so she made the decision to rest here.

The healer makes room and clears the space to place a water-resistant pad over the surface and slides a small container on top. Extending the arm over, the woman flushes out what looks like clear water over the wound. Then, she soaks the gauze in boiled spring water to wrap over the exposed surfaces of one soldier’s deeply scratched elbow with Pandora’s assistance. Carefully observing how the healer works, layers upon layers of wet to dry gauze covers the wound in an 8-figure, like a layered cake. Pandora curiously watches the healer take out a bendable hook and smiles at her own patchwork as she attaches the curlex to itself.

Later that night Pandora reflects over what had happened; she had recently dismissed her men for the next three days to rest and sent out letters. Pandora stared at the wooden walls, the darkened caramel stripes that run across the boards were mesmerizingly beautiful. Sinking deeper into her warm water bath, several water bubbles were made by her blowing into the tub.

Knocking on Wood

2020-11-26 21:04:05

It was rather sunny for that morning but the tall overhead shadows cast down a cold shade with the harsh sea breeze. The entrance was rather lonely despite having unkept monuments accompanying one another on the roof tops. Pandora had braided her hair into pigtails and clipped on a bee hairpin to the side of her face to prevent her hair from wildly flapping. It was earlier than planned. The trail to the entrance to the large building had seemed disturbed by multiple visitors with large footprints and wheel prints that had not been swept down yet. From the trail, she looks down at the ends of her long buttoned ivory dress with the tips of her flat shoes peeking out; Pandora was well dressed.

Pandora reaches for the handle bell and knocks on the door lightly, she stands in front of the entrance questioning herself if this was a good idea and looks around her, examining the estate and its old entity.