Aldreera folded the last pair of stockings nice and neat before she closed her suitcase. She took a deep breath in and closed her eyes. There was no going back now. Aldreera thought about the things her godmother would scold her for and how she might word it.
"Why haven't you finished the laundry yet, stupid girl!" Or, "What makes you think that you can get away without doing your duties?!". Many sentences of torture floated through her mind as the sun began to creep into her bedroom. Aldreera sat on the edge of her bed staring at the worn slippers, wondering if she would have enough money to buy a new pair with the amount she'd get after selling the sapphire pendant ... and what kind would they be? Ones with laces and pretty sparkles or maybe a pair of boots in case she had to walk a long distance? She thought for a moment and decided she would choose the sparkly ones. That way she would be able to get peoples attention without having to grovel for it. Plus, as Aldreera had observed, human creatures seemed to feel a sense of dignity and superiority when it came to having wealth at their fingertips. Aldreera could not understand why that was when each one of them came from their mother's womb and, were of equal status at birth but, nonetheless, they had this fatal ideological flaw that became evermore confusing to her upon deeper contemplation.
Aldreera looked up from her slippers to find that the sun had risen quite a bit. Soon her godmother would find that the work she was assigned has yet to be finished and head straight for Aldreera's room. In fact, she could hear her now walking up the long stairwell to finally stop at her bedroom door. The only door on the west wing, actually. Aldreera could only assume why she was placed there but, the most logical one alluded her.
Her godmothers footsteps stopped for a brief moment at her door before swinging open hard enough to hit the wall behind it.
"Aldreera!" Her godmother yelled so that the whole house could hear her. "What do you think you're doing?! Why have you not finished your chores?!" Her godmother glared at her with slits in her eyes. Aldreera never thought her godmother to be scary but, right now, she couldn't tell if she was just going to be sent away or beaten before she gets tossed out.
The choice was hers. But what decision was the right one?