A low whistle escaped Ophelia's parted lips, the metal of her fingertips pinching the tattered parchment letter which she skimmed as she sauntered down a winding path of gravel and debris. The trees wavered, wind blowing through the branches and stirring the green that concealed small birds within. It was peaceful, to say the least, at least to the young woman taking her sweet time down the trail leading to a manor in the distance. She found a moment to think among the ambient tune of the birds above, the chirping that told her stories of growth and restoration, downfall and regression, rejuvenation that created a full circle of life. The young woman outstretched her arms, her eyes shutting slowly to take in a gust of air that swept throughout floors of the forest and hugged her being.
"Hey there! Young miss?" A voice chimed in the distance, an obnoxious, awful voice... It appeared as though the young woman had arrived at her destination.
Red eyes glanced between the humble abode she approached and the man that had stood before it. His frame had leaned against the smooth oak frame of a carriage embroidered with gold and silver embossments. Ophelia opened her mouth, her tongue finding old words to be so foreign to her. "Ye wanted me 'ta 'elp ye?" She finally murmured, "S' ah... Well m' 'ere."
The man furrowed his brows, attempting to decipher the thick accent she spoke with. "Oh... Yes- yes! Yes, I need you to watch over my home, mhm, thank you very kindly."
"N' the pay?"
"The pay...? Aha! Right, the pay! That will be after, my dear."
"..." Ophelia narrowed her eyes, scarlet orbs piercing into the man's being as he trembled slightly. "S' fine I guess... S' no trouble 't all, ye? M' jus' itchin' 'ta start doin' 'ese things 'gain..." She trailed off, a hand moving to tuck the parchment into the breast of her shirt. "... Keys?"
The man eagerly handed over a copy of his key, his head dipping down vigorously all the while to show his current gratitude. Quickly, without a word, he boarded his carriage and moseyed off, leaving the woman in a cloud of dust.
Dismissively, she waved a hand in the air, her brows knitting as she resumed her slow, meticulous steps towards the humble abode. Using the key, she unlocked the ivory doors which concealed the illustrious grandeur of the household itself. The young woman found herself staring at the items, yet with the shake of her head, she closed the door behind her and continued along on her designated path.
Her fingers toyed idly with the plentiful feathers intertwined in her hair, a metal finger carefully running along the surface of a smooth white quill. Upon discovering the living room, the woman simply sad down upon the leather upholstery of the couch, waiting.
"Hey there! Young miss?" A voice chimed in the distance, an obnoxious, awful voice... It appeared as though the young woman had arrived at her destination.
Red eyes glanced between the humble abode she approached and the man that had stood before it. His frame had leaned against the smooth oak frame of a carriage embroidered with gold and silver embossments. Ophelia opened her mouth, her tongue finding old words to be so foreign to her. "Ye wanted me 'ta 'elp ye?" She finally murmured, "S' ah... Well m' 'ere."
The man furrowed his brows, attempting to decipher the thick accent she spoke with. "Oh... Yes- yes! Yes, I need you to watch over my home, mhm, thank you very kindly."
"N' the pay?"
"The pay...? Aha! Right, the pay! That will be after, my dear."
"..." Ophelia narrowed her eyes, scarlet orbs piercing into the man's being as he trembled slightly. "S' fine I guess... S' no trouble 't all, ye? M' jus' itchin' 'ta start doin' 'ese things 'gain..." She trailed off, a hand moving to tuck the parchment into the breast of her shirt. "... Keys?"
The man eagerly handed over a copy of his key, his head dipping down vigorously all the while to show his current gratitude. Quickly, without a word, he boarded his carriage and moseyed off, leaving the woman in a cloud of dust.
Dismissively, she waved a hand in the air, her brows knitting as she resumed her slow, meticulous steps towards the humble abode. Using the key, she unlocked the ivory doors which concealed the illustrious grandeur of the household itself. The young woman found herself staring at the items, yet with the shake of her head, she closed the door behind her and continued along on her designated path.
Her fingers toyed idly with the plentiful feathers intertwined in her hair, a metal finger carefully running along the surface of a smooth white quill. Upon discovering the living room, the woman simply sad down upon the leather upholstery of the couch, waiting.