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Post by emery norwood ! on Apr 2, 2009 11:47:31 GMT -6
 DIVA is the female version of a hustlerall my ladies let's get this event going[/color][/size] show the men who we can be[/center] • • • EMERY NORWOOD [/color] • • •KITCHEN , breakfast time , outfit[/center] The early morning always started the same, with the rib-crushing corset sewn into her sides, the maid saying "sorry" and her usual groan. The corset settled as she inhaled slowly through her chest, adjusting the skin-toned object, as the maid, who wouldn't need to really ever wear one, bustled about getting the 19-year-old ready. Tilting her head, she checked her hair, which she had done herself, before looking outside, a small sigh escaping her lips. It was about breakfast time, well - it had passed, but she could cook. Enjoying the smells that lofted from the different items you could cook, even some servants on the land could smell her cooking sometimes.
Outside though, with the gentle breeze, everything was awake now. Birds were singing fruitfully in the nearby trees, attracting mates for the season, or calling their mates back to them. Their horses were already let out for the day, and could be seen from her large windows on the second floor. Hands waved in the air as the dress was placed on her, before then eyes shifted gently back towards the pasture, where all their horses were. The mares, a few stallions, and geldings. Mares were all right to ride, geldings - she thought - were among the best. Stallions got too - showy for the mares in their pasture. One time a handler had gotten thrown off by a stallion, mainly because two mares had been getting hitched up to a carriage. Either way - stallions could get a little too rowdy.
Once the dress was snapped in place, a soft voice dismissed the maid, who vanished from sight. Quickly, heels clicking on the hard floor, the young woman descended the stairs, lifting up her golden gown slightly, before noticing her brother and sister were up. Pausing silently, she noticed her mother, Lady Norwood in the library, and smiled gently towards her, before finishing her descent, and landing in the kitchen. Hands moved swiftly, as she dismissed some servants, knowing Felicity might come down and see what she's making. Or harass her for doing something she didn't need to do, either way, she didn't care. Eyes narrowed slightly, before turning back to the servants who were stilll lurking.
"You are dismissed...I'm just-" A servant woman gently cut her off, "M'Lady, we have breakfast already prepared for you." Feeling stumped, she resisted the urge to kick something, though that wouldn't go down very well. Hazel-brown eyes narrowed slightly, and some visibly cringed. The Norwood offspring were notorious for tantrums. Though - she preferred not to be one of them, bound by the stereotype. Wrinkling her nose, she thanked them. Bunch of bloody - she stopped herself, as she noticed there was still breakfast, nice and hot for her. Sitting calmly in her usual chair, she looked to her favorite servant you could say, a young boy now 13, and inquired, "Could you fetch me my dogs, please?" the boy nodded, and bounced off to find her English Setter pair, Adonis and Aphrodite, named after the God and Goddess.
Soon, two white speckled with red dogs bounded in, tongues lolling happily. Laughing as she finished her food, the young woman bent to calm them down, "Easy Adonis, Aphrodite, easy now you two." she grinned, before standing, and pointing for them to head outside. Obediently, the dogs did, as she then paused, when she heard someone approaching the kitchen, upon where she was hovering.
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Post by * felicity norwood ! on Apr 3, 2009 14:08:56 GMT -6
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[/font] - [/color] - [/color] - [/color] - [/color] - [/color] - [/color] -[/color][/center] felicity felt the intense gaze of her father bore into her own. cheeks flushing with embarrassment, she lowered her gaze by a few inches - like any young lady of her age and rank was half-required to do. the topic was the day's agenda, the conflict was the object of samplers versus sketching. the girl had never been the feminine type her parents always wanted her to be - preferring activities that were less so: sketching, riding, archery, hunting (when her father let her). sewing, fashion, reading - all were practically taboo in her book. 'those things are for prim and proper young ladies,' she had once confided to mimmy, her favorite cat, of the three that belonged to her. 'and i am not one. yet, at least. i suppose i must eventually come to like that sort of thing. but for now - i just like the way i am. and no one else can change that.'
"so you intend to squander your day - doing what?" his thundering voice caught her off-guard, true, but didn't lend trembling or fear to her voice as she evenly replied: "sketching, da, if it's permissible -" she used one of the larger words in her ever expanding vocabulary, and hoped that he wouldn't notice the semi-proud tone in her speech. "i'd like to try the new foal, the one marigold had a fortnight ago." his brow unfolded only by the slightest fraction, but by this action she could tell that her father was going to let her be. "thanks da!" felicity's mood visibly brightened as she threw her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his cheek. as she fled the room, he protested something or other about "be careful" and "be back by noon." but his pleas fell of deaf ears, for felicity was off, hurtling down the stairs, nearly tripping over a laundry maid carrying up fresh linens. apologizing, she nearly flew down the remaining steps, stomach roaring impatiently.
felicity had always been an early riser, even as a tot of just five years. nursery aides often would come and sneak in at sunrise to check on the youngest of the norwood children to find her jumping up and down on her bed, smiling delightedly at her newly discovered game. now, at nearly thirteen, she made it a point to get up early, so that even the maids had not yet risen. however, the consequences of that: an empty stomach until everyone sensible rose. flitting into the kitchen, she noticed emery. and breakfast. her stomach, again, rumbled. "apples, apples, apples... good morning emery! she smiled, eyes brightening as her gaze landed on a bowl of fresh fruit, an apple among them.
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Post by emery norwood ! on Apr 4, 2009 9:17:39 GMT -6
DIVA is the female version of a hustlerall my ladies let's get this event going [/color][/size] show the men who we can be[/center] • • • EMERY NORWOOD [/color] • • •KITCHEN , breakfast time , outfit[/center] Petting the two loyal dogs softly on their heads, she turned towards the washing basin, just as the pair of feet and their owner appeared. None other than Felicity Norwood herself. A bright smile appeared on the young woman's lips as she spotted her younger sister bounce into the kitchen. Unfortunately, Adonis and Aphrodite adored Felicity, since sometimes she'd play with them if Emery wasn't around. The two mongrels, as their father sometimes called them, padded up towards the young girl. Brown eyes looked and greeted her, "Good morning to you as well, Felicity." she grinned, and noticed her sister's look on the apple, and of course her mentioning it, hands reached out and grabbed one, and inquired, "Want me to slice it up for you, or do you wish for me not?" Meanwhile, the two dogs nosed Felicity happily, though the older sibling quickly called them back to her side, and fed them both a little piece of meat she'd swiped from a maid's tray.
Straightening herself, she adjusted her dress, and checked her earrings, before approaching her younger sister, curious as to what she was going to do today. Usually, she hung with Felicity when she didn't have much to do. Today was a good example. And she wasn't quite sure how Felicity felt about it, either didn't mind, or enjoyed it, or loathed it when her 19-year-old sister spent some time with her. Sitting on a chair down there, Emery crossed her feet, lady-like, having had one of the maids last time narc on her father against her, when she didn't have her dress on, and was wearing only a sun-dress. Nose wrinkled at this memory, as she eyed the woman she knew had done it before. Giving her a coy smirk, the brunette focused her attention back onto her bouyant younger sister, a smile falling across her face.
"What do you plan to do today?" she inquired, brows raising slightly on her forehead, before standing, and approaching Felicity, giving her her space though. The Norwoods did like their personal space sometimes, and they knew each other's limits, after living with them for so long. Tilting her head, Emery brushed back some of Felicity's hair, a genuine smile on her lips, before dropping it, "Any plans deal with Marigold's foal?" she let a playful grin spread along her features, as she laughed lightly, "If you wish to see it by yourself, just tell me, I can see the foal when the sun's past its peak." she murmured, and pointed for the English Setters to go outside through the kitchen.
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