Thread: Magical Birthright (UK_Rp_guy x Frogger)

Wow, this place...is beautiful. Ada looked around with wide-eyed wonder, glancing this way and that, taking in every single detail she could. I mean it. I have never seen a place so beautiful...so...majestic The high gothic windows caught her attention, as did the gargoyles and stone edging the roof. Huh? she thought, seeing the huge oaken door swing open without touch. How did he make it automatic? Stepping inside, her breath hitched at the sight of the long staircase...the vaulted ceilings, not to mention the oil paintings hanging everywhere. Ada admired the marble floor beneath her feet. Everything was worthy admiring, at least in her eyes, but she can only admire one thing at a time. I cant believe Dad lives here Witherby Hall reminds me of a fairy-tale castle...Her eyes still wide and incredulous, she began walking down the hallway, following her father. Just...wow I bet mother people would sell their left leg to live here... Do you really live here, Dad? It almost seems too...grand Adas words trailed off when she found the dining room, silver flashing under the chandelier hanging high above, and the table...able to seat at least twelve people. Most would never have the capacity to appreciate such a mansion...much less the history behind such intricate designs, but she was not one of those people. Her jaw dropped yet again. If Im not careful, flies are going to make their nests in my mouth...she told herself, almost chuckling at such a ridiculous idea. Her eyes tore away from the pine table, only to look at the painting nearby. Why does that person look so familiar? Ada narrowed her eyes, the brown pair studying the picture, and the person in it, very closely. The woman was elegant, there was no doubt about that...and there was a certain dignified air about her. Her lips were in a faint smile, eyes sparkling as though she had secrets she wasnt quite ready to share yet. I think...I see a few of my features in this woman...she realized. Maybe...Maybe its just a figment of my imagination...but her general face shape...perhaps even the shape of her eyes...were almost identical to what she sees in her reflection everyday Tilting her head, she pursed her lips, thinking deeply. It could be possible that this woman...was an ancestor on her father. Hey...Dad? Who is this? she asked, the curiosity obvious in her voice. Those brown eyes whirled around to meet his. I can tell Im related to this woman somehow...but there is no name plate or anything Why is that? Dont most paintings featuring people have name plates? After all...ancestors should not be forgotten Hands tucked in her pockets, she didnt move her gaze from his. Because of her outfit, much of her legs could be seen. The skirt flirted about her legs with every move she made...exposing just a little bit more flesh. Every once in a while white would reveal itself, as would the lacy edge. Whenever Ada bends over...her breasts strain against her shirt, making the pair way too tempting. It was almost as though the luscious packages were begging to be touched...the nipples begging to get some attention, through tweaking or pinching...it didnt matter.