Family Ties [open, if you dare]
Who: The Gisbornes
What: Have a heart to heart. In a manner of speaking.
Where: Locksley
When: 14 October, early morning
Isabella had intended to begin her new program of actually winning Guy over (rather than her previous, half-hearted attempts) when he returned from his search in the forest, but as the hours dragged on with no sight of him her resolve had faltered, she'd ended up eating dinner alone, and then she'd just tried to stay out of Guy's way when he returned late and in a foul mood. Of course he hadn't been able to catch Robin Hood. At least she'd managed to restrain her tongue and keep her eyes on her sewing.
But she slept badly that night. Isabella woke from a dream of her husband and couldn't get back to sleep, so she pulled a chair over to the window and watched the sky lighten in the chill of her room. She wasn't particularly given to self-reflection, partly because she'd found from experience that examination of the situation in which she was trapped didn't make her able to handle it any better. It usually had the opposite effect.
This morning, though, Isabella had little to do other than think, with the net outcome that her resolve to get Guy on her side, properly, was once again in place. She was slowly making other allies, but they weren't enough yet--not for what she was afraid she would need them for. Guy was the only person she could rely on, and even that was far from certain. So decided, Isabella dressed warmly and packed a few things, as they were leaving for Nottingham later that morning and she wasn't sure whether Guy would want to stay the night or not. The ride wasn't bad, but it was a bit far for the end of a long day.
Once Isabella heard movement in the kitchen, she went down. The fire was lit but Emma hadn't arrived yet, and so she stood in front of the hearth and warmed her hands for a few moments. An idea occurred to her then, something that would keep her occupied until the rest of the household was awake and could serve as a conciliatory gesture towards Guy. Isabella tied back her sleeves, donned an apron, and proceeded to make mincemeat pies, which had been one of Guy's favorite dishes when they were children. It had been a very long time since she'd attempted one, and so she burnt the crust on the first, but by the time she heard his step on the stairs there were a few satisfactory pies cooling on the table.
((ooc: godmodding done with permission))
What: Have a heart to heart. In a manner of speaking.
Where: Locksley
When: 14 October, early morning
Isabella had intended to begin her new program of actually winning Guy over (rather than her previous, half-hearted attempts) when he returned from his search in the forest, but as the hours dragged on with no sight of him her resolve had faltered, she'd ended up eating dinner alone, and then she'd just tried to stay out of Guy's way when he returned late and in a foul mood. Of course he hadn't been able to catch Robin Hood. At least she'd managed to restrain her tongue and keep her eyes on her sewing.
But she slept badly that night. Isabella woke from a dream of her husband and couldn't get back to sleep, so she pulled a chair over to the window and watched the sky lighten in the chill of her room. She wasn't particularly given to self-reflection, partly because she'd found from experience that examination of the situation in which she was trapped didn't make her able to handle it any better. It usually had the opposite effect.
This morning, though, Isabella had little to do other than think, with the net outcome that her resolve to get Guy on her side, properly, was once again in place. She was slowly making other allies, but they weren't enough yet--not for what she was afraid she would need them for. Guy was the only person she could rely on, and even that was far from certain. So decided, Isabella dressed warmly and packed a few things, as they were leaving for Nottingham later that morning and she wasn't sure whether Guy would want to stay the night or not. The ride wasn't bad, but it was a bit far for the end of a long day.
Once Isabella heard movement in the kitchen, she went down. The fire was lit but Emma hadn't arrived yet, and so she stood in front of the hearth and warmed her hands for a few moments. An idea occurred to her then, something that would keep her occupied until the rest of the household was awake and could serve as a conciliatory gesture towards Guy. Isabella tied back her sleeves, donned an apron, and proceeded to make mincemeat pies, which had been one of Guy's favorite dishes when they were children. It had been a very long time since she'd attempted one, and so she burnt the crust on the first, but by the time she heard his step on the stairs there were a few satisfactory pies cooling on the table.
((ooc: godmodding done with permission))