Day 11
I hate them...No....Mother said that's not proper. I HIGHLY dislike them. BOTH of them. Cousin Vidanric and icky Savona. There I was perfectly happy that I was leaving and then THEY had to come and ruin it for me.
It began this morning. I, dressed in traveling clothes, my entire summer luggage packed, and Fialma and Mother outside to send me off. The servant had opened the door to the carriage and I was about to get in, when I saw Cousin Vidanric appear from the direction of the back garden. When he reached us he bowed politely to Mother and Fialma and turned to me. Now being the very alert young 'adult' (I heard Mother call me that yesterday while speaking to a friend and I must say it becomes me...) that I am, I was immediately suspicious of my cousin's activities. But lo' and behold he just held out his hand and stifled a laugh as I took it. Letting it shake once, he left the yard and ran down the path. Normally I would have thought this a common joke that would have bothered me, but maybe he was trying to be nice and say good bye.
Continuing on, I got into the carriage, but not before Mother gave me a hug and Fialma...(Well, I didn't let her touch me.) I sat down and we started off down the main road to the lower part of the city, deciding that boarding school would suit me just fine...when I heard it. The sound of laughing and happy voices out side the traveling coach window. What was going on? I poked my head out to see many people laughing and waving at me. "A sendoff," I thought waving back. "How lovely!" Well a minute later I realized that they weren't waving at me, they were pointing, and turning my head to the back of the carriage I saw them....my very best silk under trousers, being held up by a single nail. Now at the moment, I didn't know what I was more distraught about. The fact that my bloomers were being displayed to the whole city or the fact that they well, WERE my best pair of silk cinchers. So what did I do? I, half crying and half screaming, with my body half way out of the carriage while it was still moving, was struggling to get to my underpants.
Now that I reflect upon this as I'm writing it, (yes I did manage to get them off the back of the carriage, and yes I am thoroughly embarrassed about it...I'm sure my hair was a absolute mess) I didn't see Savona at my house but I KNEW he was there....and Cousin Vidanric....he was apart of it too. I hate them, AND I highly dislike them as well.
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From the Mouths (or Fingers) of Liz and Dayna: Whew long one. We hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it. Please R&R!
I hate them...No....Mother said that's not proper. I HIGHLY dislike them. BOTH of them. Cousin Vidanric and icky Savona. There I was perfectly happy that I was leaving and then THEY had to come and ruin it for me.
It began this morning. I, dressed in traveling clothes, my entire summer luggage packed, and Fialma and Mother outside to send me off. The servant had opened the door to the carriage and I was about to get in, when I saw Cousin Vidanric appear from the direction of the back garden. When he reached us he bowed politely to Mother and Fialma and turned to me. Now being the very alert young 'adult' (I heard Mother call me that yesterday while speaking to a friend and I must say it becomes me...) that I am, I was immediately suspicious of my cousin's activities. But lo' and behold he just held out his hand and stifled a laugh as I took it. Letting it shake once, he left the yard and ran down the path. Normally I would have thought this a common joke that would have bothered me, but maybe he was trying to be nice and say good bye.
Continuing on, I got into the carriage, but not before Mother gave me a hug and Fialma...(Well, I didn't let her touch me.) I sat down and we started off down the main road to the lower part of the city, deciding that boarding school would suit me just fine...when I heard it. The sound of laughing and happy voices out side the traveling coach window. What was going on? I poked my head out to see many people laughing and waving at me. "A sendoff," I thought waving back. "How lovely!" Well a minute later I realized that they weren't waving at me, they were pointing, and turning my head to the back of the carriage I saw them....my very best silk under trousers, being held up by a single nail. Now at the moment, I didn't know what I was more distraught about. The fact that my bloomers were being displayed to the whole city or the fact that they well, WERE my best pair of silk cinchers. So what did I do? I, half crying and half screaming, with my body half way out of the carriage while it was still moving, was struggling to get to my underpants.
Now that I reflect upon this as I'm writing it, (yes I did manage to get them off the back of the carriage, and yes I am thoroughly embarrassed about it...I'm sure my hair was a absolute mess) I didn't see Savona at my house but I KNEW he was there....and Cousin Vidanric....he was apart of it too. I hate them, AND I highly dislike them as well.
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From the Mouths (or Fingers) of Liz and Dayna: Whew long one. We hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it. Please R&R!