( Again, her breath catches as she battles against the year-long strict and structured re-education process she went through at the Rachel and Leah Center and what her Commander tells her — which is law, but not above the new laws of Gilead.
Just a strange, grey middle ground that ( like everything else ) will take some getting used to.
With a hesitant hand, she reaches up to remove the wings, revealing the white cap beneath and, despite her best efforts, a few loose strands of blonde. Holding it in one hand and tucking the cane under the same arm, she reaches out with her free hand, searching for her suitcase, and when she finds it, she places the wings upon the hardened leather. When she straightens, Prairie smooths her hand down her red dress and over her face, tucking in a few rogue strands before taking the cane in hand once more and following his lead when he takes her arm. )
Thank you for the warning.
( As they pass the doorway, she lets her fingers and the length of her arm brush against it as she begins familiarizing herself with the home she will be staying at until her posting concludes and she is sent to the next Commander.
With the freedom he grants her to explore, Prairie eagerly does so. Allowing the tips of her fingers to travel over the strange and unfamiliar surfaces and textures. Her touch lingers on the blanket draped over the back of the couch before she returns to him — happy with her inspection.
The look of surprise crosses her fair features when her fingers cross over a familiar, and what she thought was now forbidden, feeling — braille. Her heart pounds and her fingers tremble as she mouths the words. A smile spreads over her lips, and she hesitates to leave the kitchen, but she goes with him to the next areas: the off-limits dining room, the bathroom, her bedroom ... then his. She almost questioned his wife's bedroom, where the ceremony was to take place, but then she remembered what he said earlier about her being downstairs. )
Thank you, ( she says again as she turns to him, that smile still lingering from earlier, but it falters a bit as she bites at the inside of her lip. He sounds kind, and so far, it is all that he's shown her. From what she's heard from the other Handmaiden who found themselves back at the Red Center, that is rare. ) I appreciate all you've done to accommodate me.
It isn't my place, as I'm sure you have a Martha, but I can cook and clean, so I am happy to help wherever you need me.
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( Again, her breath catches as she battles against the year-long strict and structured re-education process she went through at the Rachel and Leah Center and what her Commander tells her — which is law, but not above the new laws of Gilead.
Just a strange, grey middle ground that ( like everything else ) will take some getting used to.
With a hesitant hand, she reaches up to remove the wings, revealing the white cap beneath and, despite her best efforts, a few loose strands of blonde. Holding it in one hand and tucking the cane under the same arm, she reaches out with her free hand, searching for her suitcase, and when she finds it, she places the wings upon the hardened leather. When she straightens, Prairie smooths her hand down her red dress and over her face, tucking in a few rogue strands before taking the cane in hand once more and following his lead when he takes her arm. )
Thank you for the warning.
( As they pass the doorway, she lets her fingers and the length of her arm brush against it as she begins familiarizing herself with the home she will be staying at until her posting concludes and she is sent to the next Commander.
With the freedom he grants her to explore, Prairie eagerly does so. Allowing the tips of her fingers to travel over the strange and unfamiliar surfaces and textures. Her touch lingers on the blanket draped over the back of the couch before she returns to him — happy with her inspection.
The look of surprise crosses her fair features when her fingers cross over a familiar, and what she thought was now forbidden, feeling — braille. Her heart pounds and her fingers tremble as she mouths the words. A smile spreads over her lips, and she hesitates to leave the kitchen, but she goes with him to the next areas: the off-limits dining room, the bathroom, her bedroom ... then his. She almost questioned his wife's bedroom, where the ceremony was to take place, but then she remembered what he said earlier about her being downstairs. )
Thank you, ( she says again as she turns to him, that smile still lingering from earlier, but it falters a bit as she bites at the inside of her lip. He sounds kind, and so far, it is all that he's shown her. From what she's heard from the other Handmaiden who found themselves back at the Red Center, that is rare. ) I appreciate all you've done to accommodate me.
It isn't my place, as I'm sure you have a Martha, but I can cook and clean, so I am happy to help wherever you need me.