Jillian

The Beginning

Stirring from dream, Helena already glimpsed through sleep-thick lids and the frostglass window’s rime the many creams and ices on the courtyard feasting slab, supple blooming cakes gleaming jewel-like in the dawn, shining up through plated lead and iron bar into her turret chamber, full bright colored sugar lip treats to kiss the grey stone garret awake.