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charitylovehopefaith) wrote2013-05-08 11:49 am
charitylovehopefaith) wrote2013-05-08 11:49 am
The Fourth - [ written/action ]
Written:
[David is of the opinion that she won't find a maid, not one as she knows it. Granted, Faith is steadily accepting this as a fact. Not that she has any proper understanding of why. Surely there is some sort of arrangement of compensation that could be worked out even in this strange place.
Besides, how else ought she to phrase her request? She hardly knows what he means by phrasing it in a more friendly fashion. What could be less friendly than asking someone to assist with cooking and cleaning without offering any compensation?
Still, for now, she refrains from her usual advertisment.]
May the eighth,
As some of you may have already learned, my brother is newly arrived in Luceti. [If she knew how to keep this private from David, she would make a sharp remark about treating him with the respect an officer in the King's Navy deserved. But he wouldn't approve, so, as he might see, she does not venture that far.
She might also, if she knew he couldn't see it, attempt to find him lodgings. The idea of David living alone isn't one she relishes. He's too much the sailor, too used to crowded ships and busy inns.]
His coming increases my need for fabric, particularly for wool. Especially worsted wool. I am afraid I do not know how to spin, though I should be happy to learn if the tools are available and the prepared wool is not. I believe, with a little work, I can learn, also, to dye, should only the raw wool be available. Which leads me to the question: I know there is farmland. I've heard it spoken of. Are there sheep? If there are, I should like to inquire after obtaining some wool when they are shaved.
I have had moderate success in finding what I need in the shops, but I am aware their stock may not always hold.
I shall be quite grateful to any assistance in answering my questions. Thank you kindly.
Faith Long.
[After a moment, a quick post-script appears:]
P.S.: Major Sharpe, [Best be formal when addressing him so publicly]
If you would be so kind as to call on me this afternoon, I have a parcel for you.
Action:
[For the most part, Faith keeps her routine. She goes to the Item Shop with her basket, looking for things that belong to her or might belong to her recently arrived brother.
She has tea in the late afternoon at Celsius Tear.
Her meals, she takes in her home (after preparing them in the Community House 4, first floor common kitchen).
During the middle of the afternoon, though, she can be found just outside Community House 4, sitting on a stool brought out, plain, thick cloth spread out around her to protect what she's working on. The light, after all, is better outside than in.
In her hands is fabric, needle, and thread, as she stitches the sleeve of a nearly finished dress, one that she feels will suit her quite nicely as the weather warms. Under her chair, as promised to the soldier earlier, is a package wrapped in brown paper.]
(Original image from here.)
[David is of the opinion that she won't find a maid, not one as she knows it. Granted, Faith is steadily accepting this as a fact. Not that she has any proper understanding of why. Surely there is some sort of arrangement of compensation that could be worked out even in this strange place.
Besides, how else ought she to phrase her request? She hardly knows what he means by phrasing it in a more friendly fashion. What could be less friendly than asking someone to assist with cooking and cleaning without offering any compensation?
Still, for now, she refrains from her usual advertisment.]
May the eighth,
As some of you may have already learned, my brother is newly arrived in Luceti. [If she knew how to keep this private from David, she would make a sharp remark about treating him with the respect an officer in the King's Navy deserved. But he wouldn't approve, so, as he might see, she does not venture that far.
She might also, if she knew he couldn't see it, attempt to find him lodgings. The idea of David living alone isn't one she relishes. He's too much the sailor, too used to crowded ships and busy inns.]
His coming increases my need for fabric, particularly for wool. Especially worsted wool. I am afraid I do not know how to spin, though I should be happy to learn if the tools are available and the prepared wool is not. I believe, with a little work, I can learn, also, to dye, should only the raw wool be available. Which leads me to the question: I know there is farmland. I've heard it spoken of. Are there sheep? If there are, I should like to inquire after obtaining some wool when they are shaved.
I have had moderate success in finding what I need in the shops, but I am aware their stock may not always hold.
I shall be quite grateful to any assistance in answering my questions. Thank you kindly.
Faith Long.
[After a moment, a quick post-script appears:]
P.S.: Major Sharpe, [Best be formal when addressing him so publicly]
If you would be so kind as to call on me this afternoon, I have a parcel for you.
Action:
[For the most part, Faith keeps her routine. She goes to the Item Shop with her basket, looking for things that belong to her or might belong to her recently arrived brother.
She has tea in the late afternoon at Celsius Tear.
Her meals, she takes in her home (after preparing them in the Community House 4, first floor common kitchen).
During the middle of the afternoon, though, she can be found just outside Community House 4, sitting on a stool brought out, plain, thick cloth spread out around her to protect what she's working on. The light, after all, is better outside than in.
In her hands is fabric, needle, and thread, as she stitches the sleeve of a nearly finished dress, one that she feels will suit her quite nicely as the weather warms. Under her chair, as promised to the soldier earlier, is a package wrapped in brown paper.]
(Original image from here.)
[Action]
[She's gradually coming to accept the fact that she won't find her brother here. While she does intend to keep up her sword training, she does need a good distraction every once in a while.]
[She's about finished browsing when she steps back and accidentally bumps into Faith.]
Oh...excuse me! My apologies...
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I apologise. I was a little distracted. [Because manners dictate that she acknowledge fault in the incident as well.
The girl, really, is much less strange than some she's seen around, Faith decides after a quick look at her. The sword... is odd, but there's no harm in that. Not compared to some things she's seen.
She smiles.] There's so much to look at here.
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[At least this woman looks somewhat normal to Karla as well.]
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Faith knows enough about Luceti by now not to remark on the oddity of a girl with a sword.]
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What sort of things? What do you do around here?
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I do wish there was a harpsichord, but I doubt anything so large would come. Even if it did, I'm not sure at all how I would transport it.
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So you do sewing? I see...
[That sounds like a typical woman’s chore.]
A “harpsichord”...
[Not sure what that is...]
Perhaps someone can help you carry it?
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Oh, it'd take several more people than that. I think there were four men who brought one to the house when Mother decided we ought to have one.
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Four men?
[It must be a pretty big thing.]
At least there are plenty of men here. I’m sure you’ll find enough to help you.
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[Her tone becomes more serious.]
...I do hear that things happen randomly in this place. So it may be best to not expect anything...
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It is... a curious place. There is very little, I've found, that can be considered impossible. It can be quite lovely, but there are less wonderful moments, too.
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I've heard about these things...these experiments. I am curious, but I suppose I'll see for myself soon enough...
[So there's no need to darken the conversation too much further by asking her about it.]
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