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Felicity knew she should've been at the house much earlier, but the thought of spending the afternoon with the Wentworths-or rather Mrs. Wentworth and her never-ending gossip, made her feel cramped and hot inside. It was meant to be an honor to eat dinner with the adults, rather than with the children in the kitchen, but she was expected to be polite and listen to company, but when Mrs. Wentworth was a guest, it seemed she wanted to do everyones' talking for them.
By the time she got back to the stables, she could already see the Wentworth's carriage and their horses being put in stalls. Quickly, she unsaddled Penny and rubbed her down, and slipped inside the house from the servants' entrance, hoping that she wasn't too late. Felicity hurriedly slipped upstairs to her bedchamber, splashing water on her face and neck from the china basin and tried to smooth out her hair. As much as she wasn't looking forward to dinner with their neighbors, she also didn't want to have to face her mother's stare of disappoint if she arrived late for dinner.
Felicity could hear the planter's clock chime one in the afternoon, and knew she had made it with seconds to spare, but she had no time to change her gown, which still smelt of horses and leather from her morning ride with Penny. She rushed down stairs to the dining room, going so fast she nearly slid on the polished wood floor. But as she entered the dining room from the hallway, everything suddenly changed and she wasn't in the dining room of the plantation. In fact, she wasn't quite sure where she was. There were strangely dressed people eating or appearing to prepare food, but this wasn't like any kitchen or dining room she had ever seen: it was too cool for July, and neither the kitchen building back home in Williamsburg, or on her Mother's plantation were ever this cool or brightly lit.
It was rude to stare, but there was little else she could think to do. Should she just leave, or introduce herself? It didn't look like anyone really noticed her, so maybe she could just quietly turn and retrace her steps..but a quick turn on her heel showed that wasn't the case. Instead of facing the stairwell leading the the bedchambers, all she saw was a stark, gray corridor and she could hear voices and..what she thought could've been music coming from one end. She turned back towards the room she was just facing, her mouth screwed to one side. So..she couldn't go back home, or at least..she could but didn't know how..and she was in a room with people she didn't know and had never met. She took as deep breath as her stays would allow, she had experience meeting new people when she helped at her father's store. This shouldn't be a problem for her.
Felicity took a hesitant step into the room, only because she knew it was rude to stand in doorways, and opened her mouth to speak, but she could only manage a "Oh my," before words failed her and she continued to stare.
There really wasn't much else she felt she could do at this point.
ooc: timed to Tuesday afternoon. Find her near the doorway of the kitchen in the compound, where she'll appreciate some help. Note, she has just come from the stables, so your pup may or may not recognize the smell of horses on her-she'll be defensive if you mention it though. Slowtime welcome..she's been introduced to the island, so for any LT, just assume your pup catches her looking around the kitchen.