Thread: The Mare and The Wolves [Wuffie\Talin]

Lila Ann Davenport rode in a carriage across unfamiliar land. A small gloved hand clasped her hat on her lap as the driver attempted, but did not succeed in missing the deep ruts in the lane. She knew her destination she was heading to the large farm of a horse breeder, a well-known and respected man, same as her father. The only difference was the man had sons, big strapping men that were in need of wives. Her father was in danger of losing his business and she only needed to choose one. She had a say in the matter and she agreed to go and look, perhaps love would strike and she would be able to settle down. The men in the city only wanted her for a handful of things, her looks, her father and her money and NEVER in that order. They thought that by being nice to her a great steed or mare would just be gifted to them. Recently it had gone so far as a man courting her until she stated that she wanted nothing to do with the horse business, it wasnt the case at all. Needless to say he failed the test, sending Lily into a fit of tears. She wanted love, true love, a man to sweep her off her feet and send her heart into a fit of flight it would ner come down when simply asked. Sighing she fanned herself gently as she looked out over the training circles. Tis simply too hot to be out in this today, dont you agree Martha? Martha, who had been snoozing across from her merely grunted in response. Lily shook her head, blonde curls moved with the action as bright blue eyes went soft. At nineteen the girl was wiser than those double her age. She loved riding horse but didnt know all that went into breaking them. Shed been trained in the more domesticated manner and her upbringing had been a happy one. The woman that rode with her now was responsible for most of it since her mothers death when she was only nine. Her father, bless his heart, had tried on his own, but couldnt raise her on his own so Martha stepped in. Poppa said hed join me in three days time is that correct? A single nod from Martha caused her lips to upturn into a smile. Perhaps these males would be different. She rode in silence simply staring out the window at the place she would stay for an undetermined amount of time her father had been lax in the details. When the carriage came to a stop her young heart was beating a mile a minute and she nervously slid her white sunbonnet into place on her head. Smoothing her gloved hands over her yellow gingham dress she stepped out into the sunshine and heat. Greeted by a maid she smiled and waited to be shown to her room where she could freshen up before dinner. The same gloved hand carried her own satchel into the house and sat it on the light blue coverlet of the four-poster bed in her whitewashed room. The soft bed caressed her now ungloved hand as the girl made her way around the room on soft soled shoes. Smiling she moved to the window, seeing no sign of the brothers she swiftly closed and locked her door. Gliding down the stairs in a white dress dotted with small violets she moved quietly down in white flats. Her hair had been brought down after a quick wash to her skin to remove the grime of travel. Coming to a parlor she sat with Martha and challenged her to a game of checkers while they waited. Soon a bustling sound assaulted her ears as swift and sure feet made their way through the house. The sound brought a knowing smile to her lips, but she continued on with her game. Finally giving up on a chance at winning she conceded to Marthas expertise and settled in a solitary chair by the window and leafed through a book lazily. The interruption by the same maid was welcomed as dinner was announced and they were escorted to the table for dinner. Upon entering the room she was greeted by only empty chairs taking a middle chair she sat waiting only a moment when the door burst open. Lily looked up, her fair cheeks tinted pink while her clear blue eyes absorbed the sight.