Chapter (3): Peevishness

"Since when do you believe in superstition?" The Captain was behind him. The last time that Miguel saw such a bird drop from the sky while having its legs fastened with a red rope, things went dark, and his sister Vivian died. This memory was still fresh in his head, but it could never shove down the sorrow that came afterward. "Since when have the alerts become superstition? The cursed crow is an alert, and I suggest you protect my nieces well, because I may not be able to spare any neglect." With his menace, it made Lunawas assured that this poor bird was a sign of a troublesome occurrence. The sky thundered. This new young captain was suggested by Elenore; therefore, Miguel didn't like this dog of hers, but he was humble enough to keep his head in his hat, not picking an argument with a wild dog. He was like an assassin in his dark, polished leather uniform. His handsome face was very different from his heart. Miguel took out the gloves from his belt. Wearing them, he picked the bird by the rope legs. He was supposed to burn the bird, but he couldn't shove the lingering thoughts away. Who had sent this alert, and why here? What a wicked way they were choosing either time. He rushed to the smithery and hastily tossed the bird inside the furnace. The flames reflected in his eyes. "Who else are they going to kill this time?" He was afraid because the alert was vague. He rarely could endure such a kind of menace. "Father, ask them to stay for an hour until the sky soothes down this rage." His son dragged him out of the thought that glued him to the floor, drawing him into the fire like a magnetic field. The tie between him and his cousin was already floppy and sleazy; he couldn't fight with him. "Alright, go inform them. I prepare a bath for Elizabeth to clean herself." Miguel strode to the door that connected him to the mansion. Turning the handle, he crossed the corridor and reached the entrance hall. He went to Luna, who was pausing for her younger sister. Near the sculpture of a muse, she was peering at it. "Sweetheart, let us clean your sister. I think your father can wait for one more hour." "Only twenty minutes is enough." Elenore, who was at the doorway, ordered. Lucas closed the umbrella and led her to the sofas. Their muddy shoes left prints. The guards who had escorted thetoby the door stopped there, watching them. "You have a beautiful mansion, Miguel." She noted. It was the first time that she came inside, already she was already standing outside, not lowering herself to enter this house of Miguel. So, Miguel did not pester to invite her personally. "You brought this house warmth." Miguel held the ritual, but the fact was just unlike what he had just shot out of his mouth. The elders always lied to each other; they were pretending and masking their faces all the time just to keep the ethics in place. It was what Luna had been thinking about. 1 "Thank you, inside the bath, I hope these kids wash down the peevishness that they illustrated in their hearts." She taunted the woodcutter smith man, who had a heart as hard as the steel that he used to hammer. Luna shot her a glare, not hiding what her emotions were toward her. "Margaret, are you there?" He called out for his middle-aged maiden who was cooking inside the kitchen, and the warm scent of fresh bread could make every stomach groan and shiver. A round figure with a smiling face appeared, her chocolate face was the nicest of all. Her hair was braided and wrapped above her crown. Her apron was spattered with flour clouds. "I am here," she gazed at the lord and bowed. She didn't show any attention to Eleanor, but Miguel saw a tinge of crooked anger on the corner of her lips. He couldn't force his staff to respect this witch. "Please, bring our guests some warm drinks. I am going to clean Elizabeth." She bowed her head and went back to the kitchen. Miguel was hiding that he didn't want to sit by the fire and hear their nonsense stories from the court. He drew his way to the stairs and ascended. Luna realized that her uncle was escaping, so she followed him. Assisting him to finish bathing faster. He didn't talk to her father, and she could not remember the last time they had a discussion. She truly missed those days that were not so farther, only two years passed. "I am helping you." She told him, grabbing his hand. She had questions about the bird but kept it in her bowels. Elizabeth was also a curious cat who would possibly question him. They arrived on the second floor, where a maiden was bringing Elizabeth. The young woman was wearing a frown as, approached them. "Lisa, what is that face?" Uncle Miguel asked. The woman with white hair pointed to the little girl who smelled horrible. "Are you aware of her becoming ill if she ever travels for over four hours to reach that Greenwood mansion?" Her blue eyes sharpened. "Yes. And you must wash her now. Luna will help you." Luna's hair was furthermore wet and her dress was numb. "They both have riotous features, and warm water can calm them down." Uncle Miguel noted, opening the main bathroom door that always had warm water inside its huge bath that was encircled by pillars and marble platforms to have seats on each. "Thank you, sir! I would make sure they will stay safe." Lisa noted, smiling at him, that the nice woman could be a good wife for their uncle if he ever paid attention. The girls quickly entered. Elizabeth knew that her unpleasant scent had already permeated all over this mansion. Seemed a naughty pig ran out of the den and wandered around to tease others. Lisa closed the door behind the girls. They placed their bags on the stone table. She extended her hand to the buttons behind Luna's dress. She opened them and intended to help Elizabeth.