Thread: Asking for Directions {darkangel76 & Alan23}

Andie ignored her escorts and the remaining soldiers who stood guard over Charles 'home' and mobile prison. After their distasteful behavior, she wished to have as little interaction with such men as possible. Such sorts weren't worth her time and didn't deserve so much as a nod or glance let alone a curtsy. Defending the honor of Amerika and its ideals indeed! Why she'd speak to her father about them alleach and every one of themonce she returned to the safe havens of Chicago. They all deserved to be reprimanded, publicly humiliated for their lack of respect towards those who, by birthright, already had it. They needed to earn theirs and from what she could see they weren't doing much to earn anything! What puzzled Andie greatly, however, was that the only one who did anything to earn something was, in fact, the one she'd least likely to expect to do so. An Anneslandian! A murderer! One of such low station and, no doubt shameful breeding if she dared ask deeper, more personal questions about his lineage! He was the one who showed decency, morality and, dare she say it, a manner of chivalry finer than any she'd ever met among her own circles. Even finer than Harry! Oh... Harry... At that, Andie scowled. How perfectly it would figure that such a man as Charles McAuley would be the sort to be as he was... so wrong, yet so very right. It was beyond horrid in all ways, such a pity for such fine traits to wasted as they were. And... so unfair! As Andie approached Charles, she instantly let her face relax, her angelic features softening as she let out what sounded like a bored sigh. But she was hardly bored, at least not with her visits to her 'guest'. At least he had the decency to treat her in the manner in which she deserved! He understood aristocracy! Good day, Mr. McAuley, Andie began, her body deliberately turned away from the soldiers in defiance. She took a step, her slip shifting a little beneath her skirts. You flatter me with your words, she added as she thought about her night. She truly hadn't slept overly well since the trip had begun. She longed for the warmth of her bed, for the softness of her mattress and blankets, to have Helen nearby to assist whenever she needed her around. Most of all, she longed to hear the sounds of the city. The strange sounds of the Ozark were eerie and conjured up images in her mind that she rather she didn't have at all. Though thank you. Andie smiled at Charles and gave him a curtsy, one purposefully lower than usual. Perhaps this would show the soldiers of the convoy that she approved of Charles' manner, that they could all take a lesson in watching and learning from his lead! Oh the irony that soldiers needed to learn from a lower class murderer! Peering up from where she was, Andie just smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly as she shifted and moved to stand back up once again. My night was pleasant enough and I got the rest I needed. She chose her words carefully so as not to lie. However, I'm not sure if the sounds of this land agree with me entirely. She bit down on her lip for a moment as she hesitated her admission. I fear I miss the sounds of the city. Again, she took another step, her slips moving beneath her skirt, riding up slightly as it began to bunch a little. Wrinkling her nose, though trying to hide it, she just continued to speak. Might I inquire about your evening then, Mr. McAuley? I trust you are sleeping well and finding your treatment is continuing to be suitable? Andie gestured toward the soldiers, though a small look of disgust washed over her features as she regarded them all. Fluttering her dark eyes for a moment, she returned her attentions back to Charles. She glanced about his 'cage' and frowned. Perhaps you need a moment of fresh air, Andie then suggested as an idea came to mind, one that might drive home a point to these foolish soldiers who had no idea how to treat a lady let alone one who demanded her due respect such as she did. A jaunt, perhaps? She chose the word on purpose, remembering how on the first day of their meeting Charles had mentioned such a thing. Interesting that such a moment was actually arising much to his benefit. He had the soldiers and their idiocy to thankthat and his natural born chivalry.