[hr] [center][h1][color=c4df9b]Jeanette 'Mosi' Crane[/color][/h1] [img]https://media.giphy.com/media/CElTKFeYTr57y/giphy.gif[/img] Location: Mournweald Estate – Somewhat west of Hyde Park [hider=The Estate] [img]https://www.monsterhouseplans.com/uploads/images_plans/58/58-265/58-265e.jpg[/img] [/hider][/center] [hr] Jeanette's mind was completely consumed by the burning sensation that was engulfing her very being. She clung to the searing beam with her desperate last strength as she could feel the burning wood underneath her fingers, her skin heating up until it starts burning. She was quickly losing her grip as her muscles lost more and more the ability to function. The scent of burning wood and flesh hit her nose as she finally completely slipped and she started falling dawn into the fire. Everything flashed before her eyes. An old realization, a grasping of a knowledge long forgotten, a distant memory flooded her mind as she could see the last of the light, before she entered the dense black smoke. First she lost her sight as all light was cut off. Then her eyes and skin started burning from the sheer heat. Then just before her eyes were burned away and lost the ability to see she finally saw it again... red burning light as she impacted into the raging fires. The red blazes swept through her skin, turning the once smooth skin into a charred hide, she could not breath, not scream as her last moments of life slipped away into an unearthly agony. Everything seemed to stretch.... as if eternity of pain in a brief second and then everything went numb before all just vanished. Her life ended, consumed by the raging inferno.... [center] ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~[/center] The bedroom was a completely dark as the heavy curtains covered the one window that looked towards the busy streets outside. There weren't much furniture present beside the big double bed placed near one of the walls. There was a table with a single chair, a wardrobe and a dresser. Beside that on the walls were placed a number of plaques displaying a number of axes and bows. Finally on the left of the window were neatly arranged a number of quivers. This was Mosi's nice room that belong to her and no one else. She was sleeping on the bed, but her sleep was restless as she was having a nightmare. She was turning left and right, breathing heavily and kicking wildly in place. Then she calmed down for just a moment. Finally she nearly jumped out the bed. She let out a loud scream as her eyes flung wide awake. Her back arched first before she suddenly started rolling and jumping like she was crazed. She was still screaming as she fell out her bed, knocking down the metal pitcher she had placed next to the bed before going to sleep last night. Then she started to once more rolling and jumping until she was finally at the corner of the room, still pushing into it as if trying to escape even further as one of the servants entered her room. It was a woman in her forties, she had a calm demeanor, but her expression had this naturally stern look that made Jeanette feel quite uncomfortable at times. Before the woman can even ask what was going on, Jeanette was already slowly raising up from sitting in the corner and was pointing back towards the door.[color=c4df9b]” Just leave...”[/color] She stated, hands running down her sides and then up as she ran a hand across her face. She needed to reassure herself it was just a dream... a very terrifying and painful dream. She still could almost feel the burning heat across her skin and the phantom pain in her eyes and throat. She was thirsty... so damn thirsty![color=c4df9b]” Actually wait... please bring over another pitcher of water... cold one...”[/color] She stated just before the servant left the room. Jeanette looked at herself now that she was slowly regaining her composure. What in the spirits was this dream? A vision of sorts? It felt just so real... finally she had took a really deep breath and slowly walked over to the bed again where she sat down. She hated fire... why did it have to be dream about fire!? She wondered, but just by recalling it she felt her whole body shiver.[color=c4df9b]” At least it was not cows... or fire and cows.”[/color] She mumbled, trying to make a joke of it. It worked a little as it allowed her to put it behind her back for a moment as the servant returned with the pitcher filled with cold water. “Do you need anything else, miss Jeanette?” The servant asked as she took a step backwards after placing the pitcher on the table. [color=c4df9b]“How many times I've told you to call me Mosi?”[/color] She asked and sighed, turning to the side and looking towards the window.[color=c4df9b]” Actually... can you draw my bath while your on the subject of tasks?”[/color] She finally asked as the servant nodded and retreated from the room without saying much more. Mosi didn't really get too much with this woman. This one was one of the more trusted servants of her mother so naturally they didn't get along. At least she was very efficient at her job though. Jeanette laid back on the bed and her hand slowly slid off the side and reached just under it. It didn't take her long before she got a hold of the axe she kept under her own bed just in case. She pulled it and rested it on her stomach for a little while before she finally stood up again and walked over to the pitcher to deal with her thirst. It wasn't too long after the servant returned once more to inform Mosi her bath was ready and a little bit of time after that she had taken her bath, dressed up, dried her hair by one of the fireplaces at the kitchen and was finally ready to cause mischief and other questionable for the other people of good ol' London's inhabitants. [color=c4df9b] “Hmmm maybe I will go for a stroll after all.”[/color] Jeanette stated as she had finished preparing and was finally attaching her axes to their sheaths.[color=c4df9b]” Inform... Clarice that I'm going out for a while, might return around sunset.”[/color] She stated to some of the servants before she left her... temporary home. She then quickly headed towards Hyde Park, to get a good old run through 'nature'. She missed the colonies every single day. Maybe she should just take her birth mother's suggestion for her to return there, but her father didn't really want to hear about that. She walked down the street with fast pace and big smile, uncaring of what the others whispered about her as the black feathers shone under the morning light.