“His name is Deal.” Josephine declared proudly, acutely aware of her pet cowering against the back of her legs. He peered his head round cautiously, so she reached down and scratched his chin for reassurance. No-one was going to hurt him whilst she as around.
“But he’s a…”
“I won him in a card game.” Josephine glared at the implications of the crowd of servants who gathered around her, implications driven by fear, stereotypes and encouraged by the monarchs. A fear she wanted nothing to do with. “Now if you will excuse me, I must continue with my task for the Queen.” Reminding them of her status, she pressed forward and the crowd parted.
She could hear Deal’s claws clipping on the cold stone floor, and heared the rustle of the dried straw and herbs as his tail dragged across the loose floor covering. Tapping her shoulder, she encouraged him to resume his usual perch, and effortlessly in a single movement, he launched himself up onto her shoulder.
Reaching the corridor, she hastened automatically past the glazed arches so no-one would see the true reflection. The reflective material had been used to fill the cloistered walkway to keep out the drafts, but acted as a threat to her identity, which would ruin her standing in society and prove a greater threat to her life.
“They’ve got more to worry about than you Deal.” She chuckled maliciously to herself, and Deal nuzzled her cheek in accord. For a moment, certain they were alone, she let herself linger in front of the next window.
A small dragon seemed to hover in mid-air, perched on the shoulder of a non-reflective vampire.
For the star twister 56- my second entry.