![]() ![]() Unable to speak and reliant on notes, Clara struggled to insert herself into the conversation. The conversation amongst her siblings quickly turned to more general matters and Clara discovered the true effect of the gag. “You look good, Clara.” “Very pretty.” “A true lady.” Clara received a round of compliments from her family, most of whom were impressed by Clara’s outfit, eight-year-old Emily being the notable exception. ![]() Her house attire complete, Clara and her mother returned to the rest of the family in the lounge. She could tell that she would have trouble reading but not navigating. Clara’s vision was noticeably dimmed and a bit blurry. Her sight was partially reduced when her mother flipped the first of her eye veils down.ġ veil min when workg her mother wrote, 2 veils min when relaxgĬlara’s mother flipped down the second of Clara’s eye veils. With the eye veils flipped back, Clara’s vision was mostly unhindered. It came with three layers of eye veils that could be flipped down to hide even that and to reduce the wearer’s sight. The final piece for now was a black niqab that covered Clara’s face, leaving only her eyes visible. indicate letters added for clarification.] Clara expected she would now be writing those same abbreviations and not just reading them. The note had been written with abbreviations her mother had developed to make the laborious process of writing quicker. I did her mother wrote on a bit of paper that she showed her. She placed the gag in her mouth, tying it off behind her, and wiggled it around a bit to get it comfortable.ĭ n worry. She was concerned as to how she would be able to properly communicate but she reassured herself that her mother managed perfectly fine. She would no longer speak outside of her room. It was finally time for Clara to start receiving items specifically for women. It was certainly much more elegant than the plain black ones she had been wearing until now. Clara’s abaya was complimented by the matching scarf in black, edged with purple. Her mother made a gesture indicating that she agreed. It was baggy and flowed nicely around her body. She spent a few moments admiring it before she put it on. Her mother had just handed her a black and purple abaya. ![]() A few weeks ago, Clara had been asked what colour she would have in place of the yellow on her mum’s abaya. This changed when her mother passed her her new abaya. Clara was now covered from her neck down completely in black. Both garments were in black and loose, with elasticated openings to make sure they stayed put. It was a sensation she was about to get used to for more than just her touch.Ĭlara’s mum next handed her a long-sleeved top and a pair of ankle-length pants. It was an odd sensation to no longer be touching anything directly, but rather through the veil of a layer of material. Next were the gloves of the same material that Clara drew up her arms almost to her armpits. They were nice and soft and Clara enjoyed pulling them up her legs to the top of her thighs. Clara’s mum handed her a pair of black stockings. She wore a gag at all times outside of her bedroom and would only talk inside the house in extreme circumstances, and never outside the house (Tom was always with Bella when she went outside anyway).Ĭlara did as her mother had bidden and removed her clothes down to her underwear. Her mother, of course, as a proper lady, talked as little as possible. Her mother showed Clara a note instructing her to strip to her underwear. Today was the day.Ĭlara walked into the bedroom where her mother was waiting. She had been assured that she would get pretty ones when she started veiling. The scarf and abaya she wore now were plain black and she had looked at her mother’s pretty black and saffron yellow abaya and scarf with envy. She had been wearing an abaya for as long as she could remember and she had been made to wear a headscarf since she was 10 so she had spent the last four years showing nothing more than her hands and her face to the world. She was eager to be more like her mother, Bella. She knew real ladies veiled and was eager to wear hers for the first time now that she had turned 14. Today was the day she got to become a real lady. How about you go with your mum into the bedroom so she can turn you into a real lady,” Clara’s dad, Tom, said to her. Like Mother, Like Daughter: Clara’s Tale Tale 2 of A New Tradition: The Velatur Family Tales ![]()
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