Post by Isobel Cameron on Mar 13, 2018 13:29:33 GMT -5
She felt a certain lightening of her soul to have spent some time with Elizabeth. Truly, Isobel should not have waited so long to come visit. I wasn't that she'd been avoiding her, or anyone, on purpose, but she felt herself being in a foul if not distraught mood of late. The core of her, what she thought she knew and understood about her world, had been rocked and she was reluctant to accept the changes. Even now she did not want to say she knew the world to be as evil as she had seen proof of it. She still wanted to believe in the good, the righteous, the honourable, doing the right thing, getting along. It was simplistic, perhaps, but the Camerons were a simplistic, if perhaps passionate and boisterous, people.
Far from being soft in the head, however, Isobel knew that this was how things were and had always been. She knew that she was no more in danger now than she was before, that people were no more her enemy or her friend than before. But she hated to second guess and to look for bad where bad didn't exist. She attributed such sourness to this place, Bordelaix, the would-be capital of their Kingdom. She attributed it in part to the Sandovals who hadn't hesitated to wrest control of the region, instead of helping the Deveraux. She blamed the former King for not protecting his people. But mostly she wanted to forget about it all and be her normal happy, bubbly self again.
Elizabeth had helped with that. And she'd promised not to make a stranger of herself for next time. As the weather was not quite warm yet, she'd not had much ideas for gatherings, but endeavored to think of some reason for them to go out and about in the city, or the outskirts of town again, just as they had done in the fall season. Lost in such thoughts, it took her a moment to notice that the man at the other end of the hall whom she was approaching was not a servant of House Sinclair but in fact the heir to the family, Lord Adam Sinclair.
"Good afternoon, Lord Adam," she addressed and gave a curtsy, hoping a more friendly and less formal tone was appropriate. He didn't seem like he was in any rush to get somewhere or do anything, at least. She had grown close to some of his family members, but he himself remained a bit of a mystery albeit no complete stranger. It didn't desist Isobel from being friendly and polite, and to genuinely care as to his wellbeing. "I hope you are well?" It didn't dawn on her that there was a chance he wouldn't place her face right away. Surely he'd seen her come and go while they had been in Faucheux, or about Shelbourne!
Adam Sinclair
Far from being soft in the head, however, Isobel knew that this was how things were and had always been. She knew that she was no more in danger now than she was before, that people were no more her enemy or her friend than before. But she hated to second guess and to look for bad where bad didn't exist. She attributed such sourness to this place, Bordelaix, the would-be capital of their Kingdom. She attributed it in part to the Sandovals who hadn't hesitated to wrest control of the region, instead of helping the Deveraux. She blamed the former King for not protecting his people. But mostly she wanted to forget about it all and be her normal happy, bubbly self again.
Elizabeth had helped with that. And she'd promised not to make a stranger of herself for next time. As the weather was not quite warm yet, she'd not had much ideas for gatherings, but endeavored to think of some reason for them to go out and about in the city, or the outskirts of town again, just as they had done in the fall season. Lost in such thoughts, it took her a moment to notice that the man at the other end of the hall whom she was approaching was not a servant of House Sinclair but in fact the heir to the family, Lord Adam Sinclair.
"Good afternoon, Lord Adam," she addressed and gave a curtsy, hoping a more friendly and less formal tone was appropriate. He didn't seem like he was in any rush to get somewhere or do anything, at least. She had grown close to some of his family members, but he himself remained a bit of a mystery albeit no complete stranger. It didn't desist Isobel from being friendly and polite, and to genuinely care as to his wellbeing. "I hope you are well?" It didn't dawn on her that there was a chance he wouldn't place her face right away. Surely he'd seen her come and go while they had been in Faucheux, or about Shelbourne!
Adam Sinclair