Wildfire.. part II
This is part 2 of my Wildfire story which is part of the 2018 #groupsextravaganza and should be read after part 1 which can be found here:
The bang from the four automatic sidearms still rings loud in my head as I slowly recover my senses.
“Hello. The luck of the Irish seems to be with you today my dear. We manage to spot you just in time to shield you from the blasts.”, a voice says without any hints of Irish ancestry.
I slowly open my eyes. There is a sole woman standing in front of me. Her smile is inviting, as is her legs; neatly tucked away in a pair of black leather boots. Between the smile and the boots: a short red patterned skirt with an unbuttoned jacket covering the rest of her.
“Where am I?”, I ask while turning my head to get a better view of the interior of this room, or maybe it is a vehicle of sorts. It somehow managed to save me from imminent death, somehow…
“All in good time, my dear. I will leave it to him to do the induction.”, she says with her smile widening.
The ceiling height is definitely not standard measurements for a house, it is more like a warehouse sized room, ceiling-wise. There are stairs leading up and down to other parts.
“I think I need to lie down to recover for a bit. Do you have anywhere suitable?”, I ask, feeling my head spinning slightly.
“Sure, follow me and I will take you to our sleeping quarter”, she says and I stand; head spinning faster; and follow her down one of the stairs.
“Here to the left is the shower room where you can freshen up, and just across the hallway is our bedroom. We only have one bedroom but there is plenty of space for everyone…”, she concludes the statement with an even broader smile than before. This might get interesting I think to myself.
“Thank you so much. I will take a quick shower and then rest for a bit.” I say then close the shower room door behind me.
After a very refreshing shower, (those bubbles coming out of the shower head was amazing, I make a mental note to ask how they are made later) I cross the hallway into the bedroom.
The woman has laid out a night dress on the bed. I put it on and the white silken dress seems to automatically adjust to my body shape. Not too tight, not too loose, nice…
The rest of the room look quite standard, one bed (massive!), a few built-in wardrobes and a mirror reaching from floor to ceiling.
My reflection is not what I expected. Instead of the wet, messy hair I was expecting, my hair looks like I have just come out of a hairdressers, how odd...
Feeling a sudden weariness coming over me I decide to proceed with the second part of my plan, the nap. I jump head first into the bed and am greeted with a feeling of floating on a cloud. No really, a cloud. I can not feel the bed but I can see that I am resting on something firm. Before I manage to look around futher I feel myself drifting off into a very relaxing sleep.
I am woken by a slight touch on my shoulder. The woman is sitting next to me on the bed. She is wearing a dress similar to mine.
“He has arrived back but will be busy for an hour or so before he can give you the induction and he asked me to begin to show you the ropes…”
“Fine with me, I feel soooo relaxed after the nap. The Bed. Wow. Cloud? The shower. The bubbles!!!! How?” I blurt out too eagerly but I want answers.
“All in good time, my dear. Let’s get to know each other a little better first”, she say as she pull her dress over her shoulders. Leaning forward until her lips almost touch mine, she whispers “My name is Clara. Clara Oswald. What’s yours?”
