Amaryllis sighed. Her soft brown hair waved romantically from her forehead, as she looked off in the distance with an expression of indescribable melancholy. One willowy arm rested on a nearby tree. Her attitude seemed to suggest a sense of unspeakable tragedy, the sort that would inspire any true gentleman to immediately offer her his wealth, protection, and services... if only that would ease her lovely suffering.
Hortense sighed. Really, she shouldn't be so impatient with her cousin - Amaryllis couldn't help it. If you are the youngest and most staggeringly beautiful daughter out of a family of staggeringly beautiful daughters, then you tend to be accustomed to getting your way. Difficulties tend to magically right themselves when faced with amethyst eyes, and a sizable inheritance.
However, since they had recently repaired to the country, Amaryllis was temporarily absent her usual following of entranced gentlemen eager to vie for the honor of coaxing a smile. Instead, her only follower was Hortense. Hortense had absolutely no interest in following Amaryllis as she wafted through the woods in search of violets. Hortense didn't waft. Hortense, if truth be told, occasionally got her skirts caught on bushes and stepped in rabbit holes. The woods were... difficult. Forests made Hortense frown uneasily, and concentrate heavily on her footing.
Amaryllis pivoted gracefully. "Hortense, come on! These woods are unacceptable." Accustomed to translating Amaryllis's cryptic speeches, Hortense divined that this meant that if they were to tramp further away from the manor, the perfect patch of violets would be revealed. Hortense didn't doubt it. Things like that happened to Amaryllis. Things like turning her ankle and falling into a stream happened to Hortense. She sighed inwardly, thought "wages", and followed.
I hereby apologize for taking so long to write this, for now the Shoe Is On The Other Foot, and I am dying for The Meeting.
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