Laura's point of view
"What do you have in mind for me to do?" I asked Mother, she stood close to me, her reflection shining in the mirror as she combed my hair slowly, her face seemingly drawn out as if deep in thought.
"I'm still still thinking about it." She answered, her hand slowed down as she spoke, my hair a cascade of flowing shining hair.
"We have to do something," I said absentmindedly.
"And something we would do." She answered me in the same spirit, tilting her head to look at the work she was doing.
"Seeing her working carefree is really nerve-cracking on me," I said as she dropped the comb, coming back up to pat my head.
"Well, you gave her the opportunity." She replied to me and turned around, her flowing gown stained with different ornamental and precious stones, flash
