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A/N: Whoa I have so many plots in my head right now it's hard to sort them all out. This chapter might be uhm well weird. The things that should be in italics will be in between these ~, because I still can't figure it out. HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!!
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Lady Mila read her former friend's letter with a sigh. Marriage had changed Lady Candice into a tyrannical mother with a love of her daughter's money. Now Ermelian was coming to stay with her, maybe she would even decide to join the Riders like Tatiana. Tatiana was Mila's only female child. She had run away from convent school -Mila smiled at the memory of a carrot-coloured head poking into her room and saying firmly "I am never ever going back. They made me ~curtsy~!" Lady Mila had laughed and given in, letting Tatiana join the Riders at the early age of fourteen.
The rumble of carriage wheels on stone made Mila jump. Shaking her head, she walked down the stairs to the tear-streaked face of Ermelian. "Hello, dear. How was your trip? Come along now and change into something more suitable. Dobby will take your things." (A/N I couldn't resist.HP 4eva!) Ermelian sniffed daintily, then wiped her nose on an embroidered silk handkerchief. "Thank you for your hospitality. The journey was fine."
While Ermelian changed Lady Mila arranged for tea to be made, along with good crusty bread with honey. Lela, Mila's maidservant looked askance at the fifteen trunks that were brought in. "Lady Mila, ma'am, are them all hers? She looked a good young'un to me. ~fifteen trunks!~. If I may be so bold, ma'am, why is she livin' here so early? Surely it'll be at least a year until yon boy is married?"
Mila smiled. She liked the chatty maid who was filling in for her sick mother. "Lela, I won't hide it from you. Candice.Well she is a money and man chaser. Poor Ermelian. She has money though, and Gods know how much Kennan needs that." With this last sentiment said sharply, Lela watched her Lady quickly go into the Rose drawing room with the tea to be served.
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Ermelian tried to wash the tears off her face while she changed into a plain gray gown, loosely tied with pink ribbon. Her eyes were darker and more clouded than anyone had ever seen them. Nanny was packed off to another post, the house was shut up, and Ermelian had cried bitterly all night. Dobby brought the last of her trunks into the small but cozy room. The bed in one corner was elegantly hung with ruffles and ribbons; the chairs in front of the bright fire were big and informally squashy. A bookcase took up one wall. Ermelian peeped into a room behind an ornamental hanging and found a privy and a shelf of cosmetic paints.
Yes, this was definitely different from home. Nicer, maybe, but smaller. Noting the time, Ermelian heard a knock at the door. A girl with an impish smile on her face stood there. "Lady Mila has tea for you in th' Rose drawin' room. I'm ter take ye if yer ready." With a nervous nod Ermelian followed her out.
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Lela snuck several admiring glances at this girl. Her long hair was pinned up in a coil, tilting her head back slightly. She was nervous, Lela could tell by her Gift. As she was walking, the turquoise fire that Lela thought of as herself flared. Satisfied by this, Lela probed deeper with her magic. A thin coil of steel lashed out of Ermelian, striking Lela's Gift. ~Well, I guess she has her own Gift~
They had reached the Drawing room. Lela opened the door. "Lady Ermelian, Milady." Then she followed the girl in.
Yeah, as I said. Weird. Hehhe.I am so filled with thanksgiving spirit you have NO idea. R&R!!!
A/N: Whoa I have so many plots in my head right now it's hard to sort them all out. This chapter might be uhm well weird. The things that should be in italics will be in between these ~, because I still can't figure it out. HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!!
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Lady Mila read her former friend's letter with a sigh. Marriage had changed Lady Candice into a tyrannical mother with a love of her daughter's money. Now Ermelian was coming to stay with her, maybe she would even decide to join the Riders like Tatiana. Tatiana was Mila's only female child. She had run away from convent school -Mila smiled at the memory of a carrot-coloured head poking into her room and saying firmly "I am never ever going back. They made me ~curtsy~!" Lady Mila had laughed and given in, letting Tatiana join the Riders at the early age of fourteen.
The rumble of carriage wheels on stone made Mila jump. Shaking her head, she walked down the stairs to the tear-streaked face of Ermelian. "Hello, dear. How was your trip? Come along now and change into something more suitable. Dobby will take your things." (A/N I couldn't resist.HP 4eva!) Ermelian sniffed daintily, then wiped her nose on an embroidered silk handkerchief. "Thank you for your hospitality. The journey was fine."
While Ermelian changed Lady Mila arranged for tea to be made, along with good crusty bread with honey. Lela, Mila's maidservant looked askance at the fifteen trunks that were brought in. "Lady Mila, ma'am, are them all hers? She looked a good young'un to me. ~fifteen trunks!~. If I may be so bold, ma'am, why is she livin' here so early? Surely it'll be at least a year until yon boy is married?"
Mila smiled. She liked the chatty maid who was filling in for her sick mother. "Lela, I won't hide it from you. Candice.Well she is a money and man chaser. Poor Ermelian. She has money though, and Gods know how much Kennan needs that." With this last sentiment said sharply, Lela watched her Lady quickly go into the Rose drawing room with the tea to be served.
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Ermelian tried to wash the tears off her face while she changed into a plain gray gown, loosely tied with pink ribbon. Her eyes were darker and more clouded than anyone had ever seen them. Nanny was packed off to another post, the house was shut up, and Ermelian had cried bitterly all night. Dobby brought the last of her trunks into the small but cozy room. The bed in one corner was elegantly hung with ruffles and ribbons; the chairs in front of the bright fire were big and informally squashy. A bookcase took up one wall. Ermelian peeped into a room behind an ornamental hanging and found a privy and a shelf of cosmetic paints.
Yes, this was definitely different from home. Nicer, maybe, but smaller. Noting the time, Ermelian heard a knock at the door. A girl with an impish smile on her face stood there. "Lady Mila has tea for you in th' Rose drawin' room. I'm ter take ye if yer ready." With a nervous nod Ermelian followed her out.
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Lela snuck several admiring glances at this girl. Her long hair was pinned up in a coil, tilting her head back slightly. She was nervous, Lela could tell by her Gift. As she was walking, the turquoise fire that Lela thought of as herself flared. Satisfied by this, Lela probed deeper with her magic. A thin coil of steel lashed out of Ermelian, striking Lela's Gift. ~Well, I guess she has her own Gift~
They had reached the Drawing room. Lela opened the door. "Lady Ermelian, Milady." Then she followed the girl in.
Yeah, as I said. Weird. Hehhe.I am so filled with thanksgiving spirit you have NO idea. R&R!!!