Post by Master Jean-Claude d'Aquitaine on Dec 22, 2010 11:54:38 GMT -6
For once in the winter month the weather had given them a break, and over the fields of snow there was a quiet glistening of the top ice melting away to only freeze again come evening. This was perfect weather for a sleigh ride, and though he was rather fond of the entire event he knew well Claramae would need him back at Northhampton to help with the preparations. However, first he had his life here in the city to settle, and would make his appearance soon upon the shop—Harper had no doubt.
The Lady Harper was a widow of an old army general who gave his life in service of Skye, and she now to the hearts of others just as she had once been. It was heartbreaking to be left without a husband, and without Jean-Claude’s kindness she did not know where she would end up. Everyone who was employed by the shop had come from nothing, and was well made up of other young widows. In the back from the showroom they laughed as they worked, forming bonds that only women could, and often could speak of nothing and still say it all. Raelin had become a fond little duckling in their little pond, and Harper couldn’t wait to watch her grow.
“The Master Is most fond of you.” She smiled while she was sewing, stitching on a silver clasp of his finest red coat, knowing he would need it for the festivities. Holding it up to her petite form it was comical as she was hardly a tall woman, and the coat in all its glory could touch the floor without touching her shoulders, “He’s thin, but he’s tall.” She laughed, “Typical of the French, handsome. Have you met his Mrs? Adelaide?”
“We call her Ada, and Genevieve Genna, her daughter.” Spoke another as she was sewing.
“Aye, Ada. Have you met her? No doubt if you have you would not forget?” It was the constant little prattle back and forth that kept them together as a group, and they were all wanting to know Raelin better.
{Tag: Raelin}
The Lady Harper was a widow of an old army general who gave his life in service of Skye, and she now to the hearts of others just as she had once been. It was heartbreaking to be left without a husband, and without Jean-Claude’s kindness she did not know where she would end up. Everyone who was employed by the shop had come from nothing, and was well made up of other young widows. In the back from the showroom they laughed as they worked, forming bonds that only women could, and often could speak of nothing and still say it all. Raelin had become a fond little duckling in their little pond, and Harper couldn’t wait to watch her grow.
“The Master Is most fond of you.” She smiled while she was sewing, stitching on a silver clasp of his finest red coat, knowing he would need it for the festivities. Holding it up to her petite form it was comical as she was hardly a tall woman, and the coat in all its glory could touch the floor without touching her shoulders, “He’s thin, but he’s tall.” She laughed, “Typical of the French, handsome. Have you met his Mrs? Adelaide?”
“We call her Ada, and Genevieve Genna, her daughter.” Spoke another as she was sewing.
“Aye, Ada. Have you met her? No doubt if you have you would not forget?” It was the constant little prattle back and forth that kept them together as a group, and they were all wanting to know Raelin better.
{Tag: Raelin}