Post by Thomasin Eldreth on Oct 18, 2009 23:02:59 GMT -5
A swift, salty breeze swung in from the sea and caught her hair in tangles. It was a romantic notion, strolling along the streets of her district with the wind in her hair. But it was irritation, and of course, cold. The salt in the hair made it knot and dry out, and the cold caused the end of her nose and apples of her cheeks to redden. She pulled the shawl around her form more tightly, and continued the walk. One of her brothers had stormed off. A family dinner had caused mayhem, as usual. She wondered why her father bothered to even invite anyone. Thomasin was sure a great aunt of their had insulted her brothers fiancee and cursed her to being eternally barren. It had definitely made him angry, and he upturned his chair and stalked off with a large scowl on his face. Why did she have to go after him? He was a grown man, for goodness sakes.
"Thomasin! Tommie....!" she looked to her right, only to find....one of her cousins running past, hailing her with a hand. She glared at him, but she couldn't do much else as he ran further up the hill. Had someone died and not told her? Eldreths were only usually nice to each other if people were killed or dropped like flies. Or perhaps - she smiled impishly - father had news of a massive investment and wanted t boast about it in front of everyone. It would mean if she married soon, her father would provide her with a large dowry. Not that she would be marrying soon, anyway. Men seemed to avoid Midwives like a plague. Her 'ample bust' was commented on as plain as day, but Upperclassmen and Lowerclassmen alike. But her manner and voice? Nothing. It wasn't of an urgent concern for her. Midwifery was comfortable and pleasing for her. Women seeked her out for help, advice and emotional guidance.
Eli, her brother, was nowhere to be seen. He'd probably gone to visit a tavern to get steaming drunk. Although she didn't really mind. He was very sweet when he had had a few, and always told her his true, unabashed concerns. With a sign, she delved a hand into her large cleavage, and produced a small, silver flask. There was a robin intricately engraved into it's slightly tarnished surface. A gift from Sidra, a long time ago. The old Physician had told her that a drink was sometimes needed after certain days. People died, little ones passed, and the alcohol kept the insomnia at bay.
She let the strong liquor run down her throat, screwed the cap back on and replaced it back into her corset stays. She looked up, and ahead of her she caught a glimpse of ivory skin and jet hair. She pulled her shawl and her small, cropped coat into herself again and started the best semi-run she could. Running whilst tightly laced and heavily skirted was not the best of ideas, but it was all in how you pushed your rear out. Streamlining, and all that. She caught up and drew alongside her friend "Cadence! Why do you insist on being so elusive? I sent you a letter...oh, about three weeks ago. I presume you've got far better things to do, hmm?" she scowled deeply, catching her breath. Cadence had gotten used to her playful scowls a long time ago. Probably even more so than her family.
"Thomasin! Tommie....!" she looked to her right, only to find....one of her cousins running past, hailing her with a hand. She glared at him, but she couldn't do much else as he ran further up the hill. Had someone died and not told her? Eldreths were only usually nice to each other if people were killed or dropped like flies. Or perhaps - she smiled impishly - father had news of a massive investment and wanted t boast about it in front of everyone. It would mean if she married soon, her father would provide her with a large dowry. Not that she would be marrying soon, anyway. Men seemed to avoid Midwives like a plague. Her 'ample bust' was commented on as plain as day, but Upperclassmen and Lowerclassmen alike. But her manner and voice? Nothing. It wasn't of an urgent concern for her. Midwifery was comfortable and pleasing for her. Women seeked her out for help, advice and emotional guidance.
Eli, her brother, was nowhere to be seen. He'd probably gone to visit a tavern to get steaming drunk. Although she didn't really mind. He was very sweet when he had had a few, and always told her his true, unabashed concerns. With a sign, she delved a hand into her large cleavage, and produced a small, silver flask. There was a robin intricately engraved into it's slightly tarnished surface. A gift from Sidra, a long time ago. The old Physician had told her that a drink was sometimes needed after certain days. People died, little ones passed, and the alcohol kept the insomnia at bay.
She let the strong liquor run down her throat, screwed the cap back on and replaced it back into her corset stays. She looked up, and ahead of her she caught a glimpse of ivory skin and jet hair. She pulled her shawl and her small, cropped coat into herself again and started the best semi-run she could. Running whilst tightly laced and heavily skirted was not the best of ideas, but it was all in how you pushed your rear out. Streamlining, and all that. She caught up and drew alongside her friend "Cadence! Why do you insist on being so elusive? I sent you a letter...oh, about three weeks ago. I presume you've got far better things to do, hmm?" she scowled deeply, catching her breath. Cadence had gotten used to her playful scowls a long time ago. Probably even more so than her family.