"Gran... Grandmother Theodora?" Rosamund stuttered as she slowly and gradually sat down on her chair. She felt a little shaky from surprise and blew an unsteady breath. Rosamund looked at Pandora, who was very calmly looking at her, her dark, nighttime locks were free. The wind picked up speed, playing with her hair as Pandora looked at the window. She was somewhere else, her conscious was preoccupied and Rosamund could feel the air around them sizzle with soft mania. The shift was subtle but there, it prickled her skin but there was a deep sorrow that Rosamund could detect. The sudden wash of emotions in her was deep, unsteady and shaky. Like earthquakes that come instantly, and wreck everything in its wake and when we think it's over, the aftershocks make you dizzy. The inconsistency mak
