*********okay this is going to be written in like 10 mins so forgive me if its poopy. :) oh and by the way. i would appreciate it if y'all wouldnt review about my GRAMMER OR SPELLING! i know i spell things wrong, im having a dory day (more like LIFE) so forgive me for that too. just dont tell me. tell me things that need help in the wording and plot, etc. thanks so much.********
I woke up suddenly. I couldn't remember anything about my dream, just that it had to do with letters. Odd. We were still in the carriage, and I realized I had been jerked awake by a particularly large bump. Mother, who was across from me, was still asleep. Amazing.
I looked at my carpet bag. It held a few precious things of mine: Char's letter, a few trinkets from my childhood, the fairy bag...
The fairy bag.
I pulled it out and held it on my lap. It was a heavy book, but quite pretty. I opened it to the first page. On it was a letter from Mandy.
Dear Ella,
This fairy book is magic, as you might have guessed. It can put things in there just randomly. You never know what is going to be on the first page. This was your mother's when she was younger, and she wanted me to give it to you. Don't tell her I told you, sweet. Tell your mother the manor is doing well.
Love,
Mandy.
I turned the page. A painting was there. It was of a very handsome man, sitting by a fire, reading. I looked closer. I didn't recognize him at all. But the expression on his face intrigued me. It was full of wonder, excitement, love, confusion, and betrayal. All at once. I sat staring at his picture until Mother woke up, mumbling something about sheep. I snapped the book shut.
We arrived in Bast safely soon after. It was a quaint little village, with people roaming the streets and greeting each other constantly. The narrow streets were lined with food stands, clothing stands, jewelry stands, and many others. As we passed them in our carriage, the people looked in, curious. I guess they had never seen a carriage like ours before. But no, that was absurd. They had to have seen a carriage like ours.
"Now," said Mother, "Florence isn't as rich as you are used to. She has no title at all; mother married into a rich family, and hers to a poor. She's also very... Eccentric."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
My mother hesitated, then said, "You'll see" and took to staring out the window.
On the outskirts of the village, we pulled up to a small cottage. Outside, three small children were playing. I could see a few sheep roaming in the background, and hear a cow mooing. (a/n: i LOVE cows!) When the footman helped Mother and me down, a woman came rushing out the open front door.
She was about my height, and very slim. She wore large spectacles, and and faded apron. Her dress was loose on her, and her legs too small even for her tiny body. Her face was wrinkly and her mousy hair hung limply in two braids beside her face. It was hard not to stare.
"Oh, Elly!" she exclaimed, rushing outside. "Oh, Elly!" She wrapped my mother in her two arms and squeezed exceptionally hard for a woman her size. "I was just waitin' and waitin' for you to come! Wait till Momma hears you're here! She's out feedin' the cows."
"Thank you, Bonny," said Mother, pushing the woman away slightly. "I'm happy to see you too. Now go get your mom!"
"O'course, o'course!" squealed Bonny, rushing away. "You c'n just go'n ahead inside. I'll bring Momma."
As we walked to the house, the three little ones in the yard looked at us with odd expressions on their faces. I ignored them and said to Mother, "Who's she?"
"That's Florence's daughter," she said. "She crashed her wagon into a tree a few years back and it ruined her mind. Those are her three children. I don't know their names, she didn't have them when I last came here. Her husband is a nice fellow, about Bonny's age."
We entered the house. It was clean, but small. Mother said we should sit at the rough wooden table, and we did. She drummed her fingers nervously on it and hummed slightly until another woman, this time mother's height and weight, entered the room.
She was wearing a large sun-bonnet and wiping her hands on a towel. Her face grew huge when she grinned upon seeing Mother. "Eleanor, my baby!" she said calmly. "I foresaw your coming before you sent me that letter. I'm so glad you are better. And I sense that this is Ella?" she said, guestering to me.
Mother nodded.
"Why, she was just small last I saw her. What a beautiful child, Eleanor." Florence came two inches away from my face and began examining me. I backed away slightly. "She is shy. I sense this, too."
Mother laughed softly. "I'm sorry to leave you like this, but we've had a rough journey, and sleeping on a carriage is no feather down bed. Do you mind if we sleep for a while?"
Florence nodded, and led us from the room. We came upon a room with one bed on a rickety wooden frame and old yellow pillows. "There's your bed," said Florence, pointing. "I have work to do." And she left the room.
Mother and I shared a look, then slept.
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blah. i wrote more than i thought i would. well, me madre just told me to disconnect from the internet, so..... have a nice day!!
PLEASE REVIEW!! ::anguished sob:: IM DESPERATE!! I NEED LOVE AND/OR CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISM AND ATTENTION!! agh..
I woke up suddenly. I couldn't remember anything about my dream, just that it had to do with letters. Odd. We were still in the carriage, and I realized I had been jerked awake by a particularly large bump. Mother, who was across from me, was still asleep. Amazing.
I looked at my carpet bag. It held a few precious things of mine: Char's letter, a few trinkets from my childhood, the fairy bag...
The fairy bag.
I pulled it out and held it on my lap. It was a heavy book, but quite pretty. I opened it to the first page. On it was a letter from Mandy.
Dear Ella,
This fairy book is magic, as you might have guessed. It can put things in there just randomly. You never know what is going to be on the first page. This was your mother's when she was younger, and she wanted me to give it to you. Don't tell her I told you, sweet. Tell your mother the manor is doing well.
Love,
Mandy.
I turned the page. A painting was there. It was of a very handsome man, sitting by a fire, reading. I looked closer. I didn't recognize him at all. But the expression on his face intrigued me. It was full of wonder, excitement, love, confusion, and betrayal. All at once. I sat staring at his picture until Mother woke up, mumbling something about sheep. I snapped the book shut.
We arrived in Bast safely soon after. It was a quaint little village, with people roaming the streets and greeting each other constantly. The narrow streets were lined with food stands, clothing stands, jewelry stands, and many others. As we passed them in our carriage, the people looked in, curious. I guess they had never seen a carriage like ours before. But no, that was absurd. They had to have seen a carriage like ours.
"Now," said Mother, "Florence isn't as rich as you are used to. She has no title at all; mother married into a rich family, and hers to a poor. She's also very... Eccentric."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
My mother hesitated, then said, "You'll see" and took to staring out the window.
On the outskirts of the village, we pulled up to a small cottage. Outside, three small children were playing. I could see a few sheep roaming in the background, and hear a cow mooing. (a/n: i LOVE cows!) When the footman helped Mother and me down, a woman came rushing out the open front door.
She was about my height, and very slim. She wore large spectacles, and and faded apron. Her dress was loose on her, and her legs too small even for her tiny body. Her face was wrinkly and her mousy hair hung limply in two braids beside her face. It was hard not to stare.
"Oh, Elly!" she exclaimed, rushing outside. "Oh, Elly!" She wrapped my mother in her two arms and squeezed exceptionally hard for a woman her size. "I was just waitin' and waitin' for you to come! Wait till Momma hears you're here! She's out feedin' the cows."
"Thank you, Bonny," said Mother, pushing the woman away slightly. "I'm happy to see you too. Now go get your mom!"
"O'course, o'course!" squealed Bonny, rushing away. "You c'n just go'n ahead inside. I'll bring Momma."
As we walked to the house, the three little ones in the yard looked at us with odd expressions on their faces. I ignored them and said to Mother, "Who's she?"
"That's Florence's daughter," she said. "She crashed her wagon into a tree a few years back and it ruined her mind. Those are her three children. I don't know their names, she didn't have them when I last came here. Her husband is a nice fellow, about Bonny's age."
We entered the house. It was clean, but small. Mother said we should sit at the rough wooden table, and we did. She drummed her fingers nervously on it and hummed slightly until another woman, this time mother's height and weight, entered the room.
She was wearing a large sun-bonnet and wiping her hands on a towel. Her face grew huge when she grinned upon seeing Mother. "Eleanor, my baby!" she said calmly. "I foresaw your coming before you sent me that letter. I'm so glad you are better. And I sense that this is Ella?" she said, guestering to me.
Mother nodded.
"Why, she was just small last I saw her. What a beautiful child, Eleanor." Florence came two inches away from my face and began examining me. I backed away slightly. "She is shy. I sense this, too."
Mother laughed softly. "I'm sorry to leave you like this, but we've had a rough journey, and sleeping on a carriage is no feather down bed. Do you mind if we sleep for a while?"
Florence nodded, and led us from the room. We came upon a room with one bed on a rickety wooden frame and old yellow pillows. "There's your bed," said Florence, pointing. "I have work to do." And she left the room.
Mother and I shared a look, then slept.
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blah. i wrote more than i thought i would. well, me madre just told me to disconnect from the internet, so..... have a nice day!!
PLEASE REVIEW!! ::anguished sob:: IM DESPERATE!! I NEED LOVE AND/OR CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISM AND ATTENTION!! agh..