05-26-2020, 09:36 PM
Cordelia Whitlock shook her head as she turned down the bend in the path. What a rude man, that Robert Carrington! And all of that nonsense over a bench! And all she'd wanted was to practice her writing in peace, away from the prying (but well-meaning) eyes of her grandmother. In such a hurry Cordelia was to get home, she scampered down the stone stairs only staring down at them so she didn't trip, hardly paying attention to if there was anyone on the path- and it was due to this lack of awareness that she found herself walking directly into someone only a few moments later. The collision caused her to drop her notebook and the men Mr. Carrington had granted her a few minutes ago (which was alright considering the latter, as she had no intention of keeping an item given by such an inconsiderate fellow) and Cordelia silently cursed at herself. Now she would be considered the rude one, as well as being further delayed from getting back to Cedarworth Manor, the place she now called home. Carefully stooping to pick up the notebook as best she could (which had to be at a slower pace than any other folk due to her dead hand) with her left hand, Cordelia promptly apologized to the person (who she'd noticed as a man from a quick glance):
"Terribly sorry, sir, I did not mean to interrupt your stride."
"Terribly sorry, sir, I did not mean to interrupt your stride."
