“As it was, the bruising underneath her eyeball, exacerbated by her tears had swollen up from the underneath, distorting her vision. Clara swung her legs around until they hovered over the floor, dropping down and immediately she steadied herself as her vision swam before her, streamers of color running out in different directions. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Finally, when she was steadier, she shuffled over to her looking glass and gasped at what she saw there. Although the primary... damage had settled down a bit, the swelling below the eye and her lip made it apparent that she had been struck, badly. There would be no attending the fields this day. She could not suffer the questions, sympathetic glances, and cool the tempers of those that wished to avenge her. Dawn bore its champagne light through the sphere, the slightly obscure nature of it burnishing the room softly so it glowed. Clara turned away from her pathetic reflection and wandered again to the window that was actually the sphere wall and pressed her body against it, her nightgown flowing around her legs.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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