A proper lady
She bolted upright, the taste of Cedrick still on her lips. That dream was.. concerning to say the least. I've never had a dream like that before, she thought to herself. Glancing around the room she saw soft light spilling through the window, the voices of villagers and distant birds chirping broke the silence of the still morning air.
She slinked out of bed to look through the pale curtains. They were on a street lined with shops, people buzzed about searching there wares for deals. It was so busy, she fidgeted with the linen drapes. I've never seen so many people before. They were dressed in simple petticoats and aprons. Probably to protect them from the muck of the streets and dirty snow, she pondered. Living on the farm they simply wore what was available, the elder children usually had enough to bundle up against the elements, however the cold never affected her so she had a handful of threadbare dresses leftover from the farmers daughters and that's about it.
She turned scanning the room to find a pile of clothes folded neatly on the nightstand. When did these get here? She examined them, a violet dress made of simple yet thick cotton, a pale shawl, stockings, a linen apron and some fine leather boots. She'd never owned such an outfit, though it was most likely meant for a service worker it felt like a proper ladies attire.
She slipped off her ratty summer dress and slowly pulled on the unfamiliar new clothing. She noticed the lowcut collar had a delicate swath of black lace lining it, it was beautiful and stood out against her marble skin.
She was nearly finished, struggling with the back ties that fitted the dress to her when the door opened, Cedrick waltzed in, raising an eyebrow.
"You almost look like a lady," He smirked.
She blushed turning against the wall, facing him was impossible with the dream fresh on her mind. Quiet footsteps sounded behind her and she felt the lacings of the back of her dress being tugged and properly threaded.
"You have no need to fear me little one," he sighed as she stood silent.
She thought he seemed to linger as he slowly did up her dress. Little caresses of fire tingled against her spine.
He changed the subject, "How is your ankle feeling? I noticed my spell has somehow already dissipated."
"It's much better, thank you." She didn't know how to tell him her touch had somehow caused the spell to finish early. She worried that her ability to alter their magick might be a bad thing, and didn't want them to turn her out.
He finished the back of her dress and gently turned her to face him, "did I do something to frighten you? Your so skittish this morning."
She hid behind her hands, "I..I'm just nervous changing in front of you." It wasn't a complete lie, she was hesitant around him, but she would sooner feel the cold than tell him about her dream.
He forced her hands down and patted them softly. "I'm your master, you will not fear me." He cleared his throat, "Now, I have something for you," his hand reached beneath his vest to retrieve a sheet of paper and he handed it to her.
It was a list of instructions and tasks along with a crude hand drawn map of the house and village.
"Me and the master are to collect supplies in the village, we will be leaving tomorrow to investigate some happenings north of here."
She looked up at him curiously, "leaving already?"
He eyed her, "We planned to leave once you were well, but seeing that you miraculously healed in one night we have no reason to stay."
She averted her eyes choosing not to confide in him about her strange experiences with magick, "yes, I'll get right to work."
"Right, well I'll leave you to it," he nodded curtly then strode out the room, leaving her alone to contemplate the day.