Not the Tree She Knows (open)
Jan 6, 2022 23:43:18 GMT -5
Post by Pepa Madrigal on Jan 6, 2022 23:43:18 GMT -5
Pepa Madrigal felt more complete than she had in ten years. And even ten years ago, she hadn't felt this free. Somehow, Bruno's return had helped her feel more free and Toñito seemed happier, since Mirabel felt more like part of the family.
She'd spent the morning reading in her room, letting the rain fall without stopping it. She loved her sappy romance novels, and since Félix had given her the idea of putting a piece of glass over her book, she wasn't ruining so many with water damage, which was really nice.
Setting her book aside, Pepa looked up at the rain cloud that hovered, the fat droplets splashing onto her face. The cloud dissipated, fading into wispy streaks first, then evaporating completely. Pepa wiped her face, glad she hadn't applied makeup yet.
It was time to get up and out in the world, though. Pepa stretched, letting the blanket that had wrapped her shoulders fall behind her. She trailed one hand along the lightning bolt on the back of her chair, admiring the craftsmanship as she often did.
Pepa stood, stretching a second time. Pepa and Dolores had planned a mother-daughter spa day for that afternoon, and Pepa wanted to see if anyone in the encanto needed some help from her; usually it was just raining some crops, but Pepa liked to help however she could. Her sobrina Isabela was better for making plants actually grow, but sometimes people wanted their plants to grow more naturally. But getting some unnatural rainfall was okay.
"Dolores, mija, I'll be back later!" Her words weren't too loud. Pepa had 16 years of experience with Dolores' exceptional hearing, and knew that Dolores would hear her words even at a whisper. She'd always felt a bit odd about whispering to her daughter when they weren't in the same room, though. And even without a response, Pepa knew Dolores had heard her.
Pepa gathered her laundry, and went to Antonio's room to grab his. She figured she might as well start a load before going to town.
Given the size of Antonio's room, Pepa didn't bother knocking. She opened the door and called for her youngest son, but her eyes were on the basket on her hip. One of Félix's pant legs was over the side, and she tucked it back in. When Antonio didn't answer, Pepa set the basket down beside the door. "Casita, has Antonio left his room yet?" The floor tiles under the basket shook in such a way that the basket indicated in the negative.
Pepa stepped into Antonio's room. "Toñito!" she called again. But instead of the wide open space with a tree in the middle, Pepa found...a wide open space with a tree in the middle. But it wasn't Antonio's tree. And none of his animal friends were there. Pepa could usually spot more than a dozen critters immediately after entering Antonio's room. "What...?" A cloud started to form above her head. "Toñito! Where are you, mijo?" A wind started to pick up, pulling Pepa's braid off her shoulder. Pepa turned back to get the other Madrigals to help find Antonio, but the door was gone. "What is going on?!" A crack of thunder echoed her words.
She'd spent the morning reading in her room, letting the rain fall without stopping it. She loved her sappy romance novels, and since Félix had given her the idea of putting a piece of glass over her book, she wasn't ruining so many with water damage, which was really nice.
Setting her book aside, Pepa looked up at the rain cloud that hovered, the fat droplets splashing onto her face. The cloud dissipated, fading into wispy streaks first, then evaporating completely. Pepa wiped her face, glad she hadn't applied makeup yet.
It was time to get up and out in the world, though. Pepa stretched, letting the blanket that had wrapped her shoulders fall behind her. She trailed one hand along the lightning bolt on the back of her chair, admiring the craftsmanship as she often did.
Pepa stood, stretching a second time. Pepa and Dolores had planned a mother-daughter spa day for that afternoon, and Pepa wanted to see if anyone in the encanto needed some help from her; usually it was just raining some crops, but Pepa liked to help however she could. Her sobrina Isabela was better for making plants actually grow, but sometimes people wanted their plants to grow more naturally. But getting some unnatural rainfall was okay.
"Dolores, mija, I'll be back later!" Her words weren't too loud. Pepa had 16 years of experience with Dolores' exceptional hearing, and knew that Dolores would hear her words even at a whisper. She'd always felt a bit odd about whispering to her daughter when they weren't in the same room, though. And even without a response, Pepa knew Dolores had heard her.
Pepa gathered her laundry, and went to Antonio's room to grab his. She figured she might as well start a load before going to town.
Given the size of Antonio's room, Pepa didn't bother knocking. She opened the door and called for her youngest son, but her eyes were on the basket on her hip. One of Félix's pant legs was over the side, and she tucked it back in. When Antonio didn't answer, Pepa set the basket down beside the door. "Casita, has Antonio left his room yet?" The floor tiles under the basket shook in such a way that the basket indicated in the negative.
Pepa stepped into Antonio's room. "Toñito!" she called again. But instead of the wide open space with a tree in the middle, Pepa found...a wide open space with a tree in the middle. But it wasn't Antonio's tree. And none of his animal friends were there. Pepa could usually spot more than a dozen critters immediately after entering Antonio's room. "What...?" A cloud started to form above her head. "Toñito! Where are you, mijo?" A wind started to pick up, pulling Pepa's braid off her shoulder. Pepa turned back to get the other Madrigals to help find Antonio, but the door was gone. "What is going on?!" A crack of thunder echoed her words.