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The Man in the Window ch.1

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Chapter 1

Those initial days were masked lightly in the honey heat of a leftover summer. Autumn was in the city, though it had steadily drifted in for weeks. Now the drone of traffic and the steam of industry all wafted together in the wake of rolling carriage wheels and marching soldiers. The heat wouldn’t last for much longer and soon it would be gone. The last of the heavy comforting haze that seemed to sing so sweetly of home would fade, making way for a cold British winter to come rolling in off the sea.

From the top most window of his master’s estate, Ram Dass could almost see the cold billowing. Churning over the waves in the distant bay and bidding its time before a sudden decent. The Lascar had been under the honorable Lord Wickham’s employment for several years now, and as such was accustomed to London’ cold and foggy demeanor. But it still never failed to affect him, watching the last of the blessed warmth be so frivolously carried away, and with it the last remembrance of home.

Ram Dass was a worldly man, and one of many perspectives. The changing of the seasons would come and go as would the people and places that he would have the pleasure of knowing along the way. It simply interested him, that no matter how far he went or how foreign the surroundings, there was always a little something that shared the light of that far away India that he loved so well.

Most mornings he found it in the breaking dawn. The same golden sun that shone from his memories and over the mountains of his childhood would great him here as well, basking over the jungle of sleeping chimneys and smoke stacks. This was Ram Dass’s favorite time of day, when he would sit at his window by the roof with a cup of tea warm in his hands, content to watching the sun rise. It was a good time to think of course, as well as the only time he could let Rani stretch her wings.

The colorful bird was a pampered little thing. Lord Wickham fancied her more then he let on, cooing and pawing over the pretty queen whenever he didn’t think Ram Dass was watching. But like the lascar, the bird’s heart was based in India, and she too needed to revel in the familiar and welcoming sunrise.

Ram Dass sat upon the window sill, his cup held gently in his hands as he watched the magnificent bird make her sweeping circles. Back and forth her body danced, breaking up the rays of light and casting long, beautiful, shadows of her own.

The gentleman took a final sip of his tea and carefully set the cup down upon its saucer. Standing he faced the window, and had only to extend his arm to call Rani back to him. With a fluttered commotion she slowed herself down and landed, her tiny claws holding securely on to him as he pulled her safely inside.

Setting the parrot on his shoulder he picked up his dishes and went to close the window, soon to set off to the kitchen to begin Lord Wickham’s breakfast before seeing to his valet duties. But before he did, a light in one of the lower windows caught his eye. The building across the way was a boarding school, and an established one at that, but it was much too early for any of the girls to be about. From the light of the window he saw a woman, gazing out at the sun as he had done only a moment before, and pinning up her long hair as she did so. The lady seemed tired, but not in any way discouraged. Ram Dass recognized a similar look in her that he himself often carried. The early rising help, taking their moment of peace before the long and demanding day began.

A smile came to the man’s face as he watched her step away.

“Well, Rani. It appears we are not the only ones.” The parrot nuzzled her head playfully beneath his chin, making the lascar laugh as he too turned away from the window. The morning had come, and now the day was calling.
The first chapter of my very short Little Princess fanfiction.

:heart: Because Ram Dass deserves some romance too :heart:


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