Letters from home

Dusk was long passed and night had fallen but Amberelle still lay in bed, staring up at her ceiling. The wonderful night scene she'd had painted there was normally a comfort with its vistas of the French Quarter reminding her of home. But tonight it was just a reminder of what she'd left behind. She sighed softly, the sound making Louis lift his head from his perch curled up on her chest and stare at his mistress. One of his large black paws stretched out and gently kneaded her arm. The blonde glanced down and gave him a soft half smile, scratching him under his chin and making the tom purr loudly.

Do you know what today is? Of course not.. Her golden eyes were dark and shimmered with moisture. The emotion in her question was lost on her pet. With eyes closed he twisted his head so that she was scratching him behind the ear and he continued to knead away. I don't know what I would do without you mon pettite cher. She hugged him tightly for a moment, eliciting a squeaking noise from the feline.

Finally having had enough attention for the moment, Louis stood and stretched before hopping down and moving to a pillow beside his mistress. She rolled to her side, hand proping her head up as she watched him circling and stomping to find the perfect spot to settle. A sudden urge struck and he began to furiously clean a spot on his shoulder, making Amberelle giggle.

I guess we really should get up and about.. a bath does sound nice. With another sigh she sat up and stretched for a moment before heading into the bathroom. Turning on the shower to warm she went about setting out towels and lit a few scented candles. Today she intended to indulge herself, and while a bath would be nice she intended to save that for in the morning before bed. Now she wanted to relax and figure out what she wanted to do with her 'special' day.

She tossed in a couple of vapor tablets and the scents of green tea and citrus mingled with the steam. Amberelle then steped in and stood under the warm water for a while, just letting it run over her and wash away the kinks and relax her tense muscles. But try as she might her thoughts wouldn't settle. Finally she lathered her hair and washed up before stepping out and wrapping up in soft terrycloth towels.

A steamy haze filled the room as she went about drying off then getting ready in her normal routine. Soon she was lotioned, her hair was conditioned, and she had make up applied. After putting on some cute lacey unmentionables in a delicate shell pink she slipped a fitted light cream sundress on. A pair of sandals later she grabbed her purse, watch and keys from the table by her door and went to unlock the grate into the hallway when she spied a small gray envelope half slid under her door.

Amby picked it up and her heart skipped a beat when she turned it over and saw the beautiful flowing script writing out her name and address. There was no return address, but she knew who it was from. Unable to stop the tear that slid down her cheek she smiled. One long nail slit the letter open neatly and the smell of jasmine filtered up to her. Lifting the envelope to her nose she took a long, slow sniff.

Grandmere'...! She remembered.. A grin lit up her face, and the blonde seemed unable to stop beaming. Slipping out the birthday card, she opened it and pulled aside a beautifully handwritten letter on parchment and a cheque made out to her. Inside the card's message read simply happy birthday and was signed "wishing you love and happiness, always"Â? by her brother, sister and Grandmother.

Sniffing, everything was returned to how it was and put back into the envelope. That was slipped into her purse. With her face aglow, Amberelle decided it was going to be a good night, indeed.

((OOC Amby out =D ))