Amelia's Return

Today was a day of pampering, luxury’s languid tendrils curling like scented smoke through the air. I have nothing to do except for training, which I had already done with Aurora, and am back in my room, silent pooling like still water around my repose. Amelia was unable to come back yesterday, but she will be here at any moment now, anticipation stitching like restless needlework through my calmness; I miss her, absence carving subtle hollow in my awareness, she was delayed by one or two things, but was already on the plane, metallic bird slicing like silver intent through distant skies, and would be here at anytime soon. As I was thinking, thought-fragments swirling like idle patterns in my mind, I heard the door burst open, a sudden sound splintering like crystal shards into the quiet, expectation suddenly sharpening like blade’s honed edge. “Hey bestie, I’m here, I miss you so much,” I heard Amelia’s voice as she ran inside and hugged me, a warm breath rushing like a sudden wind ag