Thread: Asking for Directions {darkangel76 & Alan23}

Suddenly Andie felt as if her spacious coach wasn't spacious enough. She longed for the comforts of her room, for her mirrors, even for Helen her maid. What she wouldn't have given for the woman's company right then and there. True, she could prattle on about the most ridiculous and outlandish of things, but she had her uses and she'd grown accustomed to having her around to assist when things went wrong. Especially when those things dealt with her attire. Andie peered out the window of her coach and drew the curtains closed so as to dot out any bit of visibility from the outside. Already she found herself loathing that it would have to be enough. How she missed her drapes and her Helen! She hoisted up her blue satin skirt, leaning over so that she could pull on her slips beneath. The corset she wore was unforgiving, however, making it difficult for her to move freely and peer at the offending stocking that was annoying her as it was. After much trial and tribulation, she managed to peek at thing as it slid down along her leg, already dropped down to mid-calf. She scowled, her dark eyes welling with tears at the horrible sight. The one garter strap lay loosely along her thigh, waiting for her hand to reattach it the stock so that it could mock and ridicule as it came undone later on. Oh how she knew it would only come undone once more! It would just be her luck. She somehow knew this. And more than likely at the worst of times too. After Andie refastened the garter, she heaved a heavy sigh, her skin pink from the embarrassment of what she'd just had to do in secret. She could only hope that no one noticed she'd had to do anything at all. Thankfully, she was surrounded by gentlemen and not riff-raff, well only one was riff-raff. For a moment her thoughts lingered on the prisoner and the way his eyes had stared. Of all the bold and rude... Certainly, the Lieutenant would keep him in his place and she would see to it that he knew it as well. She was the president's daughter after all and that meant she wasn't someone to be taken lightly. She deserved respect! As the day wore on, Andie found herself growing bored. The sights of the land were hardly anything to speak about as far as she was concerned. Nothing compared to the wonders of the city of Chicago or any of the other great cities one of her station had the privilege of visitingshe wondered how New Orleans would compare. Though it was of Annesland, perhaps it could be a decent contender. Soon enough the peace between the two neighboring nations would be sealed and solidified, no need to bicker and compare any longer when they could play nice at civility. Regardless, she was bored and longing for their party to stop for the night. The sky was darkening as it was, so it made sense to her that they should rest, tend to their 'guest' and retire for the night before heading out once more in the morning. Drawing open her curtains a bit further, Andie pushed open her window and gestured that she wished to stop. When her coach came to a halt, she waited for her door to be opened so that she could be escorted out. She smiled and nodded, her dark eyes peering over the trail of their group as it gathered. She clutched at her shawl with one delicate hand while the other smoothed the blue satin of her more than daring gown. For the moment, she could feel that her garter was secure and a tiny smile crept over her red lipsa small victory and one she would relish! As Andie made her way to where the prisoner was held, she sucked in a sharp breath and held it for a moment. She needed to find her bearings out in these wilds, in this backwoods country that was much to her disliking and discomfort. Fortunately, she would be able to rest soon and eat something both decadent and delightful. No doubt she'd feel much more refreshed after a delicious repast. Nearing the 'cage' that housed the impudent man who thought himself above what he was, she finally dared to exhale. Her dark eyes narrowed and she set her jaw, ready for whatever cheeky remark he prepared to hurl at her person. He'd suffer for his insolence even if she had to see to it personally. Good eve, sir, Andie began haughtily as she approached the prisoner, her nose upturned slightly as she looked at him. Are you finding your mode of transport to your liking? she asked. I would think it should suit someone such as you. She moved to walk along the 'cage'. As she moved, she could feel her one garter begin to ride, the fastener giving way and causing her stocking to slide along her leg. Immediately, she stopped mid-stride, her breath catching as she stopped where she stood. Her face paled before it turned scarlet and she swallowed trying to remain calm. Slowly, she reached down in hopes to carefully and inconspicuously grab a hold of her stocking before it began to sag further, but... snap! The moment Andie felt the garter loose itself entirely, she thought she was going to faint. If she didn't have the worst luck, she didn't know who did!