A/N: sorry, this wasn't much plot. I can't very well start writing the ball
part w/o knowing who y'all want me to invite! Also, since I have no books
to reference, could some kind soul please send me a character list? I need
descriptions too, please, especially of the POTS characters. I haven't even
read those yet! Sorry if Sandry all the sudden sounds really really
English. I simply could not ignore the call of Victoria Holt and Emma. And
I'm not too sure if they had debutane-ish things back then, but they do
now, ko? Ko! Review, S.V.P., and someone help me out w/ the characters and
invitation list! TY! Babooshka.
Ch. 9
A/N: tytytytyty! For all the reviews and help w/characters! Yeehaw! Now I feel like I can write the ball scene! Oh, I had made Rose Bertin the dressmaker, but she can always bring a helper along. BTW: Rse was Marie Antionette's dressmaker. She kinda helped lead to the revolution b/c she made Marie spend all that money on her crazy dresses, etc. So, idk, maybe she'll be a bad person…would that bee cool wit you? Also, yes, swim freak, the pressure is on! I'll be checking for a new chapter when I finish this one! Oh, also, I think I'm obsessed. I'm sitting on the floor, using my mum's church-lap-top, still in my church clothes, and during the sermon I was thinking a/b what could happen next! I don't think God was too happy…sorry God. (. The end. Time for the story! YEEEEEEEEEHAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! (this is gonna be good!) (You bet yer buckwheat!)
'this time next week,'Sandry mused, 'it shall be time for the ball! I cannot imagine everyone I shall meet. I wonder what my dress will look like.' She scoffed at her thought. 'what would Briar say if he heard me being such a girl!?' She turned her attention back to the bees she was tending. 'A proper young lady will always be industrious. It would be wise for you take learn from the busy bee.' That was what Ninianna fer Mossrig had said. Madame Mossrig was her surrogate aunt, of sorts, someone to teach her the ways of a lady. Sandry thought about Niniana fer Mossrig for a few minutes as the bees buzzed around her. 'Uncle said that though she married below herself, she was born only slightly lower than me. I think that her hair is her best feature. It's a pity she doesn't do anything more creative with it. She always wears it in that severe bun. Her son isn't nearly as severe as she is. Jaygo. He is a wonderful creature. Briar would enjoy his company, I daresay. Where was it Jaygo said they used to live? Ahh. Yes. Namorn. Madame Mossrig had hinted that I might become Namorn royalty, as my cousin's children have all died. Strange that they did pass on. I suppose it was just another natural occurrence, it seemed that way. All spaced out, nothing out of the ordinary at all. Yes, very natural. But I cannot help but remember how Jaygo described it as unnatural. He didn't say it outright, I suppose, but he hinted it rather unsubtly.' A sudden beesting startled her out of her thoughts.
"Cat dirt! I hope this doesn't swell very much!" As Sandry was inspecting the red dot on her arm, a voice behind her started laughing. Sandry whirled around in surprise.
"You hope is doesn't swell very much? And why would you hope that, milady?" Sandry stared at the mysterious speaker. She had no clue who he was.
"Because…because…" Sandry shook her head at her stammering. "Because swelling would be evidence for Madame Mossrig, and then I would have to pay penance for upsetting the bees, and another penance for talking to a stranger without inquiring his name."
"Well, by all means, I do not wish to be the cause of yet another penance added to your list, milady. Allow me to introduce myself, I am-" The mysterious visitor was interrupted by a cry of: "SANDRY!" Briar, Tris, and Daja had arrived.
A/N: hee hee. I've never done cliffhangers before. BTW, who should the mysterious visitor be? IDK. Good or bad? IDK. Ugh, urgh, urgh, urgh. Someone, please help me out here! I simply cannot continue until I know who the person is! Sorry I didn't get to the ball. Oh well, it's all up to swim freak. No ball till there's another GOOD chapter to Swim Freak's interesting story. Heeheehee. Until I get an idea,
BABOOSHKA! ("she wanted to test her husband, she knew exactly what to do. A pseudonym, to fool him. She sent him scented letters, and he received them with a strange delight, just like his wife when she was beautiful, and how she was before the years flew by, and how she was when she was beautiful, She signed the letter, All yours, Babooshka babooshka babooshka yaya!" heehee….)
Ch. 9
A/N: tytytytyty! For all the reviews and help w/characters! Yeehaw! Now I feel like I can write the ball scene! Oh, I had made Rose Bertin the dressmaker, but she can always bring a helper along. BTW: Rse was Marie Antionette's dressmaker. She kinda helped lead to the revolution b/c she made Marie spend all that money on her crazy dresses, etc. So, idk, maybe she'll be a bad person…would that bee cool wit you? Also, yes, swim freak, the pressure is on! I'll be checking for a new chapter when I finish this one! Oh, also, I think I'm obsessed. I'm sitting on the floor, using my mum's church-lap-top, still in my church clothes, and during the sermon I was thinking a/b what could happen next! I don't think God was too happy…sorry God. (. The end. Time for the story! YEEEEEEEEEHAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! (this is gonna be good!) (You bet yer buckwheat!)
'this time next week,'Sandry mused, 'it shall be time for the ball! I cannot imagine everyone I shall meet. I wonder what my dress will look like.' She scoffed at her thought. 'what would Briar say if he heard me being such a girl!?' She turned her attention back to the bees she was tending. 'A proper young lady will always be industrious. It would be wise for you take learn from the busy bee.' That was what Ninianna fer Mossrig had said. Madame Mossrig was her surrogate aunt, of sorts, someone to teach her the ways of a lady. Sandry thought about Niniana fer Mossrig for a few minutes as the bees buzzed around her. 'Uncle said that though she married below herself, she was born only slightly lower than me. I think that her hair is her best feature. It's a pity she doesn't do anything more creative with it. She always wears it in that severe bun. Her son isn't nearly as severe as she is. Jaygo. He is a wonderful creature. Briar would enjoy his company, I daresay. Where was it Jaygo said they used to live? Ahh. Yes. Namorn. Madame Mossrig had hinted that I might become Namorn royalty, as my cousin's children have all died. Strange that they did pass on. I suppose it was just another natural occurrence, it seemed that way. All spaced out, nothing out of the ordinary at all. Yes, very natural. But I cannot help but remember how Jaygo described it as unnatural. He didn't say it outright, I suppose, but he hinted it rather unsubtly.' A sudden beesting startled her out of her thoughts.
"Cat dirt! I hope this doesn't swell very much!" As Sandry was inspecting the red dot on her arm, a voice behind her started laughing. Sandry whirled around in surprise.
"You hope is doesn't swell very much? And why would you hope that, milady?" Sandry stared at the mysterious speaker. She had no clue who he was.
"Because…because…" Sandry shook her head at her stammering. "Because swelling would be evidence for Madame Mossrig, and then I would have to pay penance for upsetting the bees, and another penance for talking to a stranger without inquiring his name."
"Well, by all means, I do not wish to be the cause of yet another penance added to your list, milady. Allow me to introduce myself, I am-" The mysterious visitor was interrupted by a cry of: "SANDRY!" Briar, Tris, and Daja had arrived.
A/N: hee hee. I've never done cliffhangers before. BTW, who should the mysterious visitor be? IDK. Good or bad? IDK. Ugh, urgh, urgh, urgh. Someone, please help me out here! I simply cannot continue until I know who the person is! Sorry I didn't get to the ball. Oh well, it's all up to swim freak. No ball till there's another GOOD chapter to Swim Freak's interesting story. Heeheehee. Until I get an idea,
BABOOSHKA! ("she wanted to test her husband, she knew exactly what to do. A pseudonym, to fool him. She sent him scented letters, and he received them with a strange delight, just like his wife when she was beautiful, and how she was before the years flew by, and how she was when she was beautiful, She signed the letter, All yours, Babooshka babooshka babooshka yaya!" heehee….)