Post by Noelle d'Aubigne on Mar 20, 2007 22:19:47 GMT -5
"Noelle! Ella! Blast you, wait!" I hid a grin under the fold of my cloak as I turned, watching my little sister bound up to me with an slip of paper in her hand. "Gods," she said, thrusting it up under my nose, "Either you are deaf or too stubborn for your own good." The grin I had been hiding came out as I took the paper from her, then reached out with a quick hand to tousle her hair while she was distracted.
"Be good, Abby," I said, leaning down to kiss her cheek while she straightened her locks. "Have a care for father - he needs your support." She nodded as she looked to me, her mouth twisting in what some would think was a pout, but I knew to be a sad expression. "Oh Abby," I said, hugging her tightly, "I'll be home sooner than you expect." Giving her another kiss, I slipped into the carriage, watching as her form disappeared slowly as the drive bore me from the only home I have.
Settling down in my seat once I could no longer see the manor nor my sister, I huddled into my cloak, laying my head against the polished sideboards of the carriage. My self-appointed protector and guard for the journey sat wordlessly across from me, silent as he ever was, and I felt a rise of grief well in my chest. The City would be different,I knew, from all I had known. It'd taken me nearly half a year to convince my father that I would be fine in the city on my own, that no harm would come to pass before he finally let me go. Overjoyed, I had set out before he could change his mind, and while a piece of me thrilled at seeking the new adventures the City would hold, the logical part of me knew it would be hard, at least at first. Being closeted my entire life left me little in the way of friends outside the household staff, little in the way of acquaintances, though I was quick and witty enough and didn't fret meeting people too much. It was just different, and as such, hard.
The ride was long and uncomfortable, though sooner than I had expected we arrived, pulling up before a modest, if beautiful, townhome my father had secured for me. Stepping from the carriage with a grateful sigh, I looked around as servants began unloading my things, pleased beyond words with this place. "Thank you," I said to the driver, passing him a gold coin for the quick, safe ride, and then I swept into the townhome to settle myself, and perhaps gain a hot bath in the process.
I was home.
"Be good, Abby," I said, leaning down to kiss her cheek while she straightened her locks. "Have a care for father - he needs your support." She nodded as she looked to me, her mouth twisting in what some would think was a pout, but I knew to be a sad expression. "Oh Abby," I said, hugging her tightly, "I'll be home sooner than you expect." Giving her another kiss, I slipped into the carriage, watching as her form disappeared slowly as the drive bore me from the only home I have.
Settling down in my seat once I could no longer see the manor nor my sister, I huddled into my cloak, laying my head against the polished sideboards of the carriage. My self-appointed protector and guard for the journey sat wordlessly across from me, silent as he ever was, and I felt a rise of grief well in my chest. The City would be different,I knew, from all I had known. It'd taken me nearly half a year to convince my father that I would be fine in the city on my own, that no harm would come to pass before he finally let me go. Overjoyed, I had set out before he could change his mind, and while a piece of me thrilled at seeking the new adventures the City would hold, the logical part of me knew it would be hard, at least at first. Being closeted my entire life left me little in the way of friends outside the household staff, little in the way of acquaintances, though I was quick and witty enough and didn't fret meeting people too much. It was just different, and as such, hard.
The ride was long and uncomfortable, though sooner than I had expected we arrived, pulling up before a modest, if beautiful, townhome my father had secured for me. Stepping from the carriage with a grateful sigh, I looked around as servants began unloading my things, pleased beyond words with this place. "Thank you," I said to the driver, passing him a gold coin for the quick, safe ride, and then I swept into the townhome to settle myself, and perhaps gain a hot bath in the process.
I was home.