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charitylovehopefaith) wrote2013-05-08 11:49 am
charitylovehopefaith) wrote2013-05-08 11:49 am
The Fourth - [ written/action ]
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[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.)
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A bit of amusement coloured her voice as she asked, "And did you give him your word, Richard?"
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"An honest statement."
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"I was gazetted Captain. Do you know what that means, lass?"
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He spoke casually, but it was clear the action was not a simple one. He'd had a choice: certain promotion and likely death, or swallow his new regiment's shame and let them be broken up before they barely began.
And, of course, there had been a woman at the heart of it all. Miss Josefina Lacosta -- but Sharpe edited her existence from the story. How could he explain how he helped and loved a courtesan?
"It was hot," he added at length -- remembering the detail not from his own memory, really, but because of something the Prince Regent had said to him. "There were snakes in the grass, darlin', and it was bloody hot."
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It's the sort of stories she hears sometimes from her father and brother, and she knows there are things she isn't being told. That there was loss and danger that she was considered too fragile to hear. It is, she reminds herself, a kind of affection, but she can be quietly irritated by it.
"And you captured one of the Eagles."
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He used the soldier's name for the Duke -- playful, yet again. And, perhaps, trying to bank in a bit of favour with the casual mention of such a figure.