He didn't seem like he was going to spit out what was bothering him any time soon. Lariah sighed and looked out the window. I wonder if-. Her head was thrown forward as the carriage bumped violently. Lariah got a hold of herself and realized the weren't moving. With rising anxiety and...
(i admit i did go little too much into detail hehe)
Lariah felt very uncomfortable. She was hot, her face felt melted, her dress was itchy, and not to notice her hands were clammy. Something was bugging her. " Haven't talked to you in awhile, haven't I?" She said in a faked, approachable tone...
(haha okay i guess she'll be getting in a carriage?Haha their wearing ball-gowns right? Oh and a splendid braid is a type of hairstyle)
Lariah picked up her dress and stepped onto the carriage. Her hair had been put into a splendid french braid with a shining hair pin. Her dress was a puffy...
Lariah turned around to see that it was the kind maid, Katrina. " No need to apologize Katrina. Thank you for the tea and biscuits, they gave me something to hang onto until dinner. And just leave the bedsheets there, please." Lariah smiled and turned ehr head as she heard Katrina shuffling...
( sure!)
Lariah was just settling into space when there was a knock on the door. She jumped up and look a deep breath. " Come in" she said in the classic, refined voice her mother taught her to do so well. Lariah always hated being that 'damsel' but if she wanted to be married and have a...
( dont you mean Edmund?)
Lariah had gotten home safely and was now in her spacious, fancy room. Her parents had not noticed her exit or return, just by her luck. She had changed into a comfortable blush coloured dress. A maid had just arrived with tea and biscuits. Lariah half-heartedly...
Lariah left the family home and left what coins she had left in the dining room. She walked down the gravely path to the old but sturdy stable, where Aster was. She walked faster in a haste and looked for her horses tack. After rummaging through a worn oak chest, Lariah pulled out the the...
Lariah watched until the fire flickered down into glowing embers and coals. She had found a stale glass of water by her bed and took the cup to pour it over her burn. Now she had it wrapped in a wet clothe that scratched against her skin painfully. Lariah itched for dawn to come, so she could...
Lariah never really went to sleep. She only lay down on the soft woolen blankets and rested her head against a plush pillow. Many candles illuminated the lovely room she was in. She had no proper change of clothes, and riding attire was not appropriate for slumber. Lariah had left Aster with the...
( oh, sure!)
Lariah had been searching through the whole night before she found a humble family with an extra room. She thanked them gratefully and she handed them some gold, but they pushed it away saying it was okay. Feeling bad, she timidly sat on the bed, pondering about a nagging thought...