Thread: Opposite Ends ( Ava & ForeverMischievous )

Lydia failed to fall asleep in the comfort of her own bed. She sat in the kitchen, cooking instead. The thought that ran through her mind were connecting of their own free will as she recovered the tale she was once told, night after night as a young girl. The Locks were said to hold the sweetest and must unique of bloods. Something that never seemed show. There was nothing odd about the people that her family had dedicated their loyalty to for decades upon decades. Their looks were striking for certain. Lady Ava being the only daughter out of five children. If the Holtest were what the tales had said, then... why did they not hunt down the Lock's for that alleged sacred blood? Has no Lock shed blood before a Holtest in such a time? Have those alleged powers weakened or gone dormant over time. If the gentlemen reside in her mistress' bed was indeed a Holtest, he was certainly not like any other that she the misfortune of encountering. As she pulled the fresh bread out off the its resting place, she decided to head back upstairs. There was no way that Lydia would be able to sleep with such thought dwindling within her mind. The portly elderly lady released a sigh of reluctance from her lips. Azure eyes looking towards the nearest open doorway that would lead her to her mistress' room. It was only now, that Lydia randomly decided that she would give her life for no other Lock but her. Why so much secrecy around Lady Ava? Was she not kind enough to accept that the General that she was told to be missing, was actually being housed within the walls of her own home? What was stopping Lydia from telling this all to her mistress. a her thoughts continued on, her feet carried her from the kitchen and towards the hall where her destination of choice resided. They were right. One way or another, one side would most likely come to a downfall with the other. Will only one family be happen when the other was finally wiped off the face of the earth? The question was directed at no one in particular. Still, the last thing she wanted to do was throw in the towel. The sound of Amelia worrying over her weary state was quite enamoring. Evanchest proclaimed his wounds to be feeling better, but Ava dare not change the gauze just yet. Not much blood had seeped into the gauze to cause her worry or alarm. Green orbs, misted over with tiredness, remained fixed upon his wounds as he sat up. Just the right movement and his wound would easily reopen. The lack of pain though. She could only assume that he had one heck of a poker face. It was two verses one. Both Amelia and Evanchest implored that she rest. One more sigh escaped her lips just as Lydia walked through the doors. Immediately, the woman who acted as a second mother honed in on her weary Lady. You need your rest My Lady. You are stressed and without the proper rest you will get sick. This you know better than anyone. Ah yes. Ava was indeed a hypocrite. What was good for everyone else, she did not necessarily do for herself. Lydia redressed the bed with clean linens and didn't even both having Ava change her gown. With a soft sigh of defeat she sat upon the bed for a moment. And what of Amelia and Evanchest? She asked of Lydia. Her mood had certainly changed from when they had first arrived. I will see them to the parlor, the kitchens, wherever they wish. You just rest. I implore you. The woman was like a second mother to Ava, how could she say 'no'? Ava crawled to the center of the bed while Lydia scooted the other two out in a hushed silence after closing the drapes and covering up the young lady that required a bit or rest. Little did Ava know, how truly tired she was until her head came to rest up those soft plush surface of a pillow. Like a spell woven she was out in a matter of minutes. Her weary form taking the precious opportunity to build up the energy its host so desperately needed for the times to come. Lydia was grateful that the stubborn child had finally gotten into her own bed. Now... She led the way to the parlor where Amelia and Lady Ava had one chatted in. If it is books you seek, then books you shall get. The short woman opened up the double doors leading to the parlor and stepped inside with them. She closed the door behind them for a moment of privacy. The dear girl is well worn and as stubborn as an ox when it comes to her own well being. Hard to tell that she a Lock at all. What with her brothers breathing down her neck. And you.... you must tell her the truth. You can not hide behind such lies for long. What reason have you for hiding them? Lydia had the air of a mother right now with a finger pointed at the General and her voice in a harsh whisper.