Vanessa // 005
Who: Vanessa Nightray and Ada Vessalius
Where: Pandora estate
Style: Starting in third but it's up to you, milady
Status: Closed
To think that a noblewoman didn't understand something as important as the language of flowers. There were few lessons to be taught in their time for women that were unique to themselves, and meaningless, mundane tasks such as cooking, cleaning, sewing and preparing tea were never worth bothering to learn. What did a noblewoman need with such knowledge? A servant would always be there to handle those tasks. But reading, writing, painting, music and flower arranging, these were things that they could use to express themselves in ways that men couldn't, or refused to.
There were exceptions, of course. Her brother, for one. He'd sat through her long-winded explanations on the language of flowers, while she'd gladly sat on the piano bench with him to practice her scales. Though, her hands had never gained the languid, practiced movements that his had, and he'd never taken more than a superficial interest in her love of flowers.
But a young woman from one of the four duke houses needed to know. She could practice the piano for all to hear and paint a picture for the world to gawk at, but the act of arranging and sending flowers was something that she could appreciate for herself and her own sense of peace.
Plus it really helped to soften the blow when turning down suitor after suitor. Or maybe that was just Vanessa's personal opinion.
So here she was with a small notebook filled with notes and her own drawings, knocking on Ada's door. Don't keep her long, Ada. That's a pretty violent knock she's giving your poor door.
Where: Pandora estate
Style: Starting in third but it's up to you, milady
Status: Closed
To think that a noblewoman didn't understand something as important as the language of flowers. There were few lessons to be taught in their time for women that were unique to themselves, and meaningless, mundane tasks such as cooking, cleaning, sewing and preparing tea were never worth bothering to learn. What did a noblewoman need with such knowledge? A servant would always be there to handle those tasks. But reading, writing, painting, music and flower arranging, these were things that they could use to express themselves in ways that men couldn't, or refused to.
There were exceptions, of course. Her brother, for one. He'd sat through her long-winded explanations on the language of flowers, while she'd gladly sat on the piano bench with him to practice her scales. Though, her hands had never gained the languid, practiced movements that his had, and he'd never taken more than a superficial interest in her love of flowers.
But a young woman from one of the four duke houses needed to know. She could practice the piano for all to hear and paint a picture for the world to gawk at, but the act of arranging and sending flowers was something that she could appreciate for herself and her own sense of peace.
Plus it really helped to soften the blow when turning down suitor after suitor. Or maybe that was just Vanessa's personal opinion.
So here she was with a small notebook filled with notes and her own drawings, knocking on Ada's door. Don't keep her long, Ada. That's a pretty violent knock she's giving your poor door.