dream! oo2
How she loved coming home for the school holidays, especially when the front of the house was dusted with snow and simply made everything shimmer. Though the cold would occasionally get to her, despite the warmth radiating from just about every corner of the room from an assortment of candles, today she combated the weather with some delicious soup in the dining hall.
Pausing in her meal, she reveled in the quiet. Perhaps it was the fact that it was so silent that made the creaking of the front gates as they opened more notable than usual.
The wheels of the carriage and hooves of the horses made crushing noises amidst the gravel pathway, freshly plowed that morning, as it wheeled its way to the front of the manner.
Ada shivered, suddenly lost of any warmth.
It was all she could do to take a few calming breaths, her heart aflutter with something between excitement and anxiety. Her father was home. Would he send for her? Did he even want to see her? Did he even know that she was home for the holidays?
Her thoughts were broken as the door to the dining hall opened, the silence ended with the familiar call of her surname.
"Miss Bezarius!"
It wasn't Missus Kate, but instead one of the new maids who had been hired during the school year. Ada felt rather awful, unable to even vaguely guess at her name.
The Bezarius daughter still managed to spare her a kind smile, "Oh! Please, call me Ada."
"… Miss Ada, then," was the attendant's stiff response.
The blonde emitted a small giggle. Oh, these servants were all the same. Perhaps it was wishful thinking for her to find someone comfortable enough to simply call her Ada.
"A-Ah, well. Nonetheless, shouldn't you be going to see your father?" The tone in the maid's voice was rather awkward-- after all, while Ada did not inherit the same intimidating aura as some of her family members, she was still a Bezarius. But the look on her face was stern.
"Father is here already?" she asked innocently, purposely feigning naivete. It was awful to lie, and she made sure not to do it often… but if it was known that she was anticipating her father's arrival, her coming argument would be much less convincing.
"Yes! And his visit is brief. You should see him before he leaves," nodded the maid wisely.
Taking a moment to pretend considering it, Ada stated the answer she had already decided on as soon as she heard her father was visiting, "….I don't see the need to."
"I beg your pardon, Miss Bezarius?" her tone was incredulous, apparently taken by surprise by Ada's words.
It was so rare that they openly disagreed with her. Giggling again, she reminded, "Ada."
"Miss Ada," started the maid before she went on with a sigh, "What is going on in that head of yours?"
"I just… do not see the point in it. If Father wishes to see me, he will call me." Suddenly questioning herself, she aimed her gaze slightly downwards. It made sense, didn't it? Did she phrase it properly? Then trying to bite down whatever hope was stirring in her, Ada glanced towards the older woman, "Did he send for me?"
As if sensing the false hope in the young girl, the maid looked away, slightly ashamed as she admitted the truth, "…not specifically, no." She added quickly, "Not yet, I mean!"
Ada pretended that she didn't have that sinking feeling. So instead, she smiled brightly, focusing on how pleased she was that she was right. She predicted her father's actions! How reassuring!
"Then that settles it!" The look of triumph was fleeting as she suddenly realized how smug she must have seemed. "A-Ah! I hope you don't see me as stubborn."
"… perhaps just a tad, Miss Ada." The maid refused to meet her eyes.
Guilty suddenly struck her. But it would be awkward to explain the reasoning behind her actions. Her lips curved into a small smile as she apologized, "Then please forgive me." Her eyes moved back to her soup as she proceeded to finish it, not wishing to waste the delicious meal prepared for her. The maid remained in the dining hall, pretending to
How long had it been now that her father had arrived? No more than a few minutes. If he had not sent for her by then, then he likely wouldn't have sent one at all. But wasn't that pessimistic? No, she reassured herself. No, it was realistic. A small frown soon formed on her face as she continued to remain fixated upon the empty bowl.
Was she doing the right thing? Shouldn't a daughter go to her father when they had the opportunity to be reunited? Foggy memories of her older brother surfaced, much like they did whenever she felt insecure. How did her brother act whenever their father returned? He… he became more distant, from what she could tell. And when she thought of how considerate her brother was, it was likely for the same reason as she. He wouldn't want to bother Father! Yes… that was likely it, wasn't it? And if she were following her brother's footsteps, there was nothing wrong with it!
A small giggle escaped her, catching the attention of the maid. Giving her a charming smile, Ada spoke as the maid collected her bowl, "I'm sorry. I never thanked you for your concern, did I? I appreciate your kindness, I really do."
It was such a warm feeling she had now, perhaps it was from the soup, perhaps it was from how she suddenly felt reassured. How she felt so scared and cold when her father first arrived was beyond her.
After all, he was in good health, focused, and confident. He needed not the attention of his daughter, perhaps didn't even need it. (She quickly dismissed any instinctive negative reactions from that thought.) What a strong man her father is! Not nearly as insistent or invasive as Uncle Oscar, but with a protective streak all his own, always looking out for her best interests. Yes, her father was indeed a wonderful person, someone to be admired and respected.
Suddenly, a knock upon the dining hall doors as they opened. Another unfamiliar servant, looking directly as Ada as he spoke to her, "Miss Bezarius. Your father sent me to retrieve you. He wishes to speak with you."
Not missing the smug smile from the maid, Ada couldn't help but laugh cheerfully. How wonderful! She paid no mind to the fact that her father actually strayed from the actions she predicted. It was the unexpected that kept life interesting. Rising from her seat, she politely curtsied to the maid, "Again, I must apologize. Thank you so much!"
Following the other servant out the dining hall and through the halls, Ada had the slightest bit more of a skip in her step. Her father, so considerate! Of course he knew of her presence, and of course he would wish to speak with her. Such a caring person he was! There was no doubt that she couldn't think of a more well-meaning man than her father.
… Though perhaps, just maybe, what all her faith is based on is the blind, unfathomable, and adoring love of a daughter.
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[She wakes with a smile, still in the remaining fog of the dream. Although perhaps this dream was something of a sign, telling her to do as her father had said. Her considerate, well-meaning father who only has her best wishes in mind. Her smile dropping into the beginnings of a frown, she remains silent as she ends the feed. Any warm feelings from the dream are suddenly absent as she considers her options.]
Pausing in her meal, she reveled in the quiet. Perhaps it was the fact that it was so silent that made the creaking of the front gates as they opened more notable than usual.
The wheels of the carriage and hooves of the horses made crushing noises amidst the gravel pathway, freshly plowed that morning, as it wheeled its way to the front of the manner.
Ada shivered, suddenly lost of any warmth.
It was all she could do to take a few calming breaths, her heart aflutter with something between excitement and anxiety. Her father was home. Would he send for her? Did he even want to see her? Did he even know that she was home for the holidays?
Her thoughts were broken as the door to the dining hall opened, the silence ended with the familiar call of her surname.
"Miss Bezarius!"
It wasn't Missus Kate, but instead one of the new maids who had been hired during the school year. Ada felt rather awful, unable to even vaguely guess at her name.
The Bezarius daughter still managed to spare her a kind smile, "Oh! Please, call me Ada."
"… Miss Ada, then," was the attendant's stiff response.
The blonde emitted a small giggle. Oh, these servants were all the same. Perhaps it was wishful thinking for her to find someone comfortable enough to simply call her Ada.
"A-Ah, well. Nonetheless, shouldn't you be going to see your father?" The tone in the maid's voice was rather awkward-- after all, while Ada did not inherit the same intimidating aura as some of her family members, she was still a Bezarius. But the look on her face was stern.
"Father is here already?" she asked innocently, purposely feigning naivete. It was awful to lie, and she made sure not to do it often… but if it was known that she was anticipating her father's arrival, her coming argument would be much less convincing.
"Yes! And his visit is brief. You should see him before he leaves," nodded the maid wisely.
Taking a moment to pretend considering it, Ada stated the answer she had already decided on as soon as she heard her father was visiting, "….I don't see the need to."
"I beg your pardon, Miss Bezarius?" her tone was incredulous, apparently taken by surprise by Ada's words.
It was so rare that they openly disagreed with her. Giggling again, she reminded, "Ada."
"Miss Ada," started the maid before she went on with a sigh, "What is going on in that head of yours?"
"I just… do not see the point in it. If Father wishes to see me, he will call me." Suddenly questioning herself, she aimed her gaze slightly downwards. It made sense, didn't it? Did she phrase it properly? Then trying to bite down whatever hope was stirring in her, Ada glanced towards the older woman, "Did he send for me?"
As if sensing the false hope in the young girl, the maid looked away, slightly ashamed as she admitted the truth, "…not specifically, no." She added quickly, "Not yet, I mean!"
Ada pretended that she didn't have that sinking feeling. So instead, she smiled brightly, focusing on how pleased she was that she was right. She predicted her father's actions! How reassuring!
"Then that settles it!" The look of triumph was fleeting as she suddenly realized how smug she must have seemed. "A-Ah! I hope you don't see me as stubborn."
"… perhaps just a tad, Miss Ada." The maid refused to meet her eyes.
Guilty suddenly struck her. But it would be awkward to explain the reasoning behind her actions. Her lips curved into a small smile as she apologized, "Then please forgive me." Her eyes moved back to her soup as she proceeded to finish it, not wishing to waste the delicious meal prepared for her. The maid remained in the dining hall, pretending to
How long had it been now that her father had arrived? No more than a few minutes. If he had not sent for her by then, then he likely wouldn't have sent one at all. But wasn't that pessimistic? No, she reassured herself. No, it was realistic. A small frown soon formed on her face as she continued to remain fixated upon the empty bowl.
Was she doing the right thing? Shouldn't a daughter go to her father when they had the opportunity to be reunited? Foggy memories of her older brother surfaced, much like they did whenever she felt insecure. How did her brother act whenever their father returned? He… he became more distant, from what she could tell. And when she thought of how considerate her brother was, it was likely for the same reason as she. He wouldn't want to bother Father! Yes… that was likely it, wasn't it? And if she were following her brother's footsteps, there was nothing wrong with it!
A small giggle escaped her, catching the attention of the maid. Giving her a charming smile, Ada spoke as the maid collected her bowl, "I'm sorry. I never thanked you for your concern, did I? I appreciate your kindness, I really do."
It was such a warm feeling she had now, perhaps it was from the soup, perhaps it was from how she suddenly felt reassured. How she felt so scared and cold when her father first arrived was beyond her.
After all, he was in good health, focused, and confident. He needed not the attention of his daughter, perhaps didn't even need it. (She quickly dismissed any instinctive negative reactions from that thought.) What a strong man her father is! Not nearly as insistent or invasive as Uncle Oscar, but with a protective streak all his own, always looking out for her best interests. Yes, her father was indeed a wonderful person, someone to be admired and respected.
Suddenly, a knock upon the dining hall doors as they opened. Another unfamiliar servant, looking directly as Ada as he spoke to her, "Miss Bezarius. Your father sent me to retrieve you. He wishes to speak with you."
Not missing the smug smile from the maid, Ada couldn't help but laugh cheerfully. How wonderful! She paid no mind to the fact that her father actually strayed from the actions she predicted. It was the unexpected that kept life interesting. Rising from her seat, she politely curtsied to the maid, "Again, I must apologize. Thank you so much!"
Following the other servant out the dining hall and through the halls, Ada had the slightest bit more of a skip in her step. Her father, so considerate! Of course he knew of her presence, and of course he would wish to speak with her. Such a caring person he was! There was no doubt that she couldn't think of a more well-meaning man than her father.
… Though perhaps, just maybe, what all her faith is based on is the blind, unfathomable, and adoring love of a daughter.
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[She wakes with a smile, still in the remaining fog of the dream. Although perhaps this dream was something of a sign, telling her to do as her father had said. Her considerate, well-meaning father who only has her best wishes in mind. Her smile dropping into the beginnings of a frown, she remains silent as she ends the feed. Any warm feelings from the dream are suddenly absent as she considers her options.]