06-17-2023, 03:02 PM
CW - Some adult content.
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She sat at the very back of the chapel that happened to be on the grounds she now owned. It was a ruined building, still bearing the scars of the fire that destroyed it long before her time. Despite it being part of the property, people were allowed to come and see the building, to look at it and how nature had taken back over. Trees hugged the walls, vines crept upward, and only small gaps could be seen where the charred stone was not overtaken.
Hortencia was there alone. It hadn't been a long trek to get there from the house she resided in, the outbuilding that lay on the property that would one day belong to Pearl.
She was reading a letter that had been sent to her old residence. Tilly, Pearl's maid, had sent the letter just after Hortencia made her journey back to Whitby. It was time, she thought. Pearl had gotten married to a young man who, by all accounts, was a good young fellow, and they didn't deserve to be cut off considering it was her own family that pushed her into the act of desperation. Tilly explained that she would no longer be part of the Carrington Employ as soon as she could find a replacement job.
This was the fifth time she had read the letter that day. She had already sent word to Tilly that she was now welcome to be part of this new chapter, and explained to her what she wished for the near future.
She smiled and folded the already worn looking page, tucking it into a tattered looking journal tome that began the story she wanted to tell Pearl. It was time for things to progress, and for Pearl to learn her true identity... But she wanted to ease it onto her, she didn't want to make it worse by her sudden appearance. It was a difficult task regardless of how she chose to proceed.
Hortencia sighed and tucked the journal into the bag it usually resided in. Then she set it down and closed her eyes, tilting her head up to the rays of sun that filtered into the shell of the old. She wouldn't change the grounds, that would be up to Pearl and her new family to decide. She, herself, would not be around long enough to see it through anyways, but she did hope that a new chapel would be built and this one remain as it was, a landmark.
She was so very tired. The walk might not have been a long one, she could see her house off in the distance through the broken window if she looked. It was just that she couldn't make it that far at the moment, for her body hurt and was weary.
In that moment, the frail woman did not weep, for even though she was in a predicament, the excitement of revealing herself to her beloved child... well... it kept her going.
For now, she would sit on the broken stone floor on a blanket, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight as she thought about Pearl.
____________________
She sat at the very back of the chapel that happened to be on the grounds she now owned. It was a ruined building, still bearing the scars of the fire that destroyed it long before her time. Despite it being part of the property, people were allowed to come and see the building, to look at it and how nature had taken back over. Trees hugged the walls, vines crept upward, and only small gaps could be seen where the charred stone was not overtaken.
Hortencia was there alone. It hadn't been a long trek to get there from the house she resided in, the outbuilding that lay on the property that would one day belong to Pearl.
She was reading a letter that had been sent to her old residence. Tilly, Pearl's maid, had sent the letter just after Hortencia made her journey back to Whitby. It was time, she thought. Pearl had gotten married to a young man who, by all accounts, was a good young fellow, and they didn't deserve to be cut off considering it was her own family that pushed her into the act of desperation. Tilly explained that she would no longer be part of the Carrington Employ as soon as she could find a replacement job.
This was the fifth time she had read the letter that day. She had already sent word to Tilly that she was now welcome to be part of this new chapter, and explained to her what she wished for the near future.
She smiled and folded the already worn looking page, tucking it into a tattered looking journal tome that began the story she wanted to tell Pearl. It was time for things to progress, and for Pearl to learn her true identity... But she wanted to ease it onto her, she didn't want to make it worse by her sudden appearance. It was a difficult task regardless of how she chose to proceed.
Hortencia sighed and tucked the journal into the bag it usually resided in. Then she set it down and closed her eyes, tilting her head up to the rays of sun that filtered into the shell of the old. She wouldn't change the grounds, that would be up to Pearl and her new family to decide. She, herself, would not be around long enough to see it through anyways, but she did hope that a new chapel would be built and this one remain as it was, a landmark.
She was so very tired. The walk might not have been a long one, she could see her house off in the distance through the broken window if she looked. It was just that she couldn't make it that far at the moment, for her body hurt and was weary.
In that moment, the frail woman did not weep, for even though she was in a predicament, the excitement of revealing herself to her beloved child... well... it kept her going.
For now, she would sit on the broken stone floor on a blanket, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight as she thought about Pearl.
