День 4. Гильдия Новый Старт

Вечерние красные туфли, конечно, не просто обувь — это маленькие красные дирижёры судьбы👠!!!
Куда они привели свою хозяйку?
Ну… сначала туда, где «мы только на минутку заглянем». Минутка растянулась до трёх часов, двух коктейлей и одного смутного воспоминания о том, что туфли категорически отказались возвращаться домой по прямой.
Потом — к входу в такси, которое она пыталась открыть приложением от каршеринга.
Затем — в эпицентр танцпола, где каблуки приняли решение действовать самостоятельно и вывели хозяйку в такой па, что даже хореограф на соседнем диване прослезился от зависти.
А завершили маршрут они у холодильника на кухне, потому что, как выяснилось, даже самые страстные вечерние туфли уважают ночной перекус.
Это ж красные каблуки, они просто заскучали в гардеробной )они давно взяли на себя функции навигатора — просто хозяйке забыли сообщить😅)

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✅Вейма 5907с1

День 4 Гильдия « От чайников до…» Ах какие это были сапожки! Просто чудо! Из нежнейшей кожи с лаковыми вставками, на небольших каблучках- как будто созданы для меня! Не раздумывая долго, купила их и пошла дальше по торговому центру, бросая взгляды на себя со стороны витрин. Красота! Стоп! Ну к таким сапожкам совсем не подходит мой пуховичок- не новый, какой-то блёклый. Решительно нужно менять. Иду в ближайший бутик верхней одежды- там со мной провозились пару часов, предлагая различные пальто, пуховички, шубки: в итоге остановилась на кашемировом пальто, у которого на вороте и карманах имелись лаковые вставки, почти, как на сапожках. Пошла дальше, каблучки весело стучат, пальтишко приятно пахнет новизной- красота! Стоп! Ну что за шапка у меня на голове? Вязаная, растянутая, совсем никудышная🥺 Иду в отдел головных уборов, ещё пара часов ушла на выбор- шляпы, шляпки, кепи, шапки и т.д., а ещё сумки, перчатки. Хорошо, что уже подошло время к закрытию магазина и, вызвав такси, еду в Домик. По дороге с некой тоской осматриваю чеки👀🥺👀  Вот ведь сапожки до чего довели- сидеть мне теперь на жёсткой диете!😂🥦🥒🥬😂

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⏱ 🔑 DAY 5
Guild: Double D’s

THE CLOCK and THE GOLD KEY

Nestled inside the stopped pocket watch, where the balance wheel should spin, there is no wheel at all—only a tiny gold key, no longer than a matchstick, curled like a sleeping caterpillar. The watch’s crystal has a hairline crack exactly the shape of that key, as though it was forced in decades ago and has been trying to get out ever since.

The key does not belong to any known lock in the house. The clothes whisper that it opens the magician’s final cabinet—the one that rolled offstage in 1923 and was never seen again. Every night at 11:57 the key warms, trembles, and turns a single tooth inside the watch’s hollow heart, attempting to wind time itself backward to the moment the trick became tragedy. It has almost succeeded: the minute hand now sits three teeth from midnight instead of three minutes. One more night, maybe two, and the key will click home.

The ribbon flutters in anticipation. The dinner jacket smooths its own lapels. The ballgown practices its tango swirl. The boots stamp their heels once, sharp, like a starting pistol. They all know what the key knows: when it finally turns all the way, something—or someone—will step out of 1923 wearing a cloud of smoke and a slightly sheepish grin.

✨ Epilogue – The Click
On the first stroke of Christmas Eve, the tiny gold key completed its century-long circle.
A soft metallic sigh escaped the watch. The crack in the crystal sealed itself with a sound like ice forming. Then the key simply… vanished, leaving the balance wheel free to swing for the first time since 1923. The hands raced forward, spun, and settled at the present hour as though nothing had happened.

Across the dressing room every garment shivered awake. Frou-Frou leapt from her stool—no longer stuffed, fur suddenly warm and breathing—and barked with pure joy. A tall cabinet that definitely hadn’t been there yesterday materialized against the wall, its black lacquer doors carved with tiny stars.

The doors opened by themselves.

Out stepped the magician, still in his slightly singed tails, top hat in hand, looking exactly as he had the night he disappeared—only now there was a small, very alive Pomeranian riding on his shoulder and a faint scent of orange blossom thick in the air.

He smiled at the rows of waiting clothes, bowed theatrically, and said, “Thank you for keeping the reservation.”

Then he walked straight through the dressing room, down the corridor, and knocked on Domika’s bedroom door—exactly on time for breakfast, one hundred and two years late and right on the dot.

Behind him the wardrobe exhaled, hung every piece back in perfect order, and turned off its own lights. Its work, at long last, was done.

Отредактировано Tara 031cde (Вчера 00:46:56)

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Tara 🇺🇸 031cde
Guild: Double D’s

Guild Quest Day 5.  Key
Guild:  Double D’s

Helping to move an antique armoire that mysteriously appeared in the Domika dressing room, I quickly discovered that IT WEIGHED A TON! Thinking that it must be full, I cautiously opened the door and discovered that it was completely empty! Except for a small golden Ring Clock that was sitting on a shelf. The clock was levitating above a stand that allowed the two perpendicular rings to spin freely while an inner oval ring spun opposite to them.

As I was staring at this clock, a small key slowly materialized in front of it and all three rings of the clock stopped spinning! I could immediately see that the inner ring had an opening in it that was exactly the size and shape as the key. I touched the key and it was freezing cold even though it was quite warm in the dressing room. Thinking “Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained” I inserted the key into the keyhole on the third ring…and everything in the dressing room, except for me, instantly dissolved away and I was in another place. A ballroom! In a mansion! The scene looked like pictures I've seen from the early 1900's. 

A tall man in a very nice black tux walked directly up to me, looked me straight in the eyes  and said, “They will be here soon to take me away. This key hold all the secrets to what I've built…and everything I will build here!   THEY MUST NOT FIND  THIS KEY! You are the only one I trust, Guard this with your life, keep my secrets safe!”  And as I reached out to take what he offered…I found myself right back in the Domika dressing room as a cold shiver ran down my spine.  I sat in stunned silence for a moment before another of the crew spoke up, “Well, are we going to finish this job, or what?!” 

After we finished, as I was walking back to my room, I put my hand into my pocket and felt something strange…and in my hand was a key I had never seen before.