But vanity, not love has been my folly

—London? How far she must have traveled, though it was doubtful that she did so just for a simple meeting. It was a wonder how her mother had crossed paths with this elegant young lady, she was a woman of nobility, not frequently seen in the countryside. It surprised her, they why she talked so lovingly about the countryside, most of the upper class found it a relief at best but certainly nothing of any value. It was just another holiday location, hardly preferable to the vast energy of the cities.

           "It would be that my mother's mind is occupied mainly with my younger sister's whims, in your visits to town you have no doubt noticed that the militia has an encampment there. It is hard for their minds to stray to anything else besides young officers,they are horribly silly really but they are young yet, there minds filled with the prospect of marriage. They seem honorable men enough, much kinder than others I have met. They do make for delightful conversation, hearing about their travels." Elizabeth smiled, her thoughts soon drifted to the young George Wickham who was stationed in Meryton at the moment. He was a proper gentlemen through and through, not a single ill word to his name for no one seemed to think ill of him, except for one. The way at which Mr. Darcy viewed Mr. Wickham only reassured her theories about the prideful man, what he had done to poor Mr. Wickham was a horribly crime of pride, and she refused to see past it.

                ⊰✙∬   A sharp gasp escaped her lips when she heard the voice of the other behind her.  The spirit quickly turned around on her heel, soon after hearing the other speak.  She didn’t need to wonder if she was in fact talking to her or not, her question and tone of voice made that quite obvious.

              — “The meaning of this?… the things out there are the ones to blame.”

— Elizabeth stared at her, what right did she think she had to enter her home so abruptly and unannounced? She pointed towards the dogs outside and muttered under her breath yet their were no signs of any harm having come to her, Ms. Bennet was rather at a loss of any explanation this stranger could give for her rude intrusion.

     Oh, forgive him — he’s unfortunately out of practice and out of place. Truth be told he was a lover of dancing, and would’ve been quite good at it had he been more focused in such actions. But he while he will admit to being awkward, he is not entirely uncoordinated! Not really anyway —           Flushing, Marius flashes an apologetic smile to the woman he had partnered with. In the frenzy of the party, he didn’t really have much of a choice when he was being thrown everywhere by flirtatious blondes and giggling brunettes ; a few redheads, he was sure, had even pulled him and toyed with his stumbling feet — though not for long, thankfully.                      “Is speaking while dancing acceptable? Or in this craze is it just an                        attempt to make the moment less awkward?”

— Allowing a soft laugh to escape her lips, Elizabeth sought to rescue her dearest sister from her partners uncoordinated, and rather awkward movement. Turning away from her partner as the music changed, allowing both groups of couples to merge for the moment, she took the opportunity to answer his question,

           "The moment is only as awkward as you believe it to be, I find dancing to be the most opportune moment to connect with one's partner as long as words to not distract from one's feet "

    Robb was in town. The militia had certainly made themselves     noticed among Meryton, though as she walked through the     town, she took note that it was not primarily families of those     who were visiting, but those who wished to catch the eye of     the men. Blue eyes scanned the crowds for her brother, though     there was no sign of him— not yet. Her fingers fiddled     nervously in front of her as she continued to eye those walking     by. She could hear girls giggling, rushing through to find     someone, though was taken back upon feeling a girl about her     sister’s height, bump into her.

            The Bennets.

    She hadn’t met them first hand— only recently had she taken     notice of the younger sisters when she had gone to Mr.     Bingley’s ball not so long ago. Primarily, those of the younger     two sisters and the eldest. One could hardly ignore how Mr.     Bingley danced with Jane almost exclusively, while they could     also not ignore the younger sisters dancing with nearly every     man in the room.

    Her eyes found that of the elder sister and a small laugh     escaped her lips, shaking her head slightly.

      “They’re finding a husband, I presume?         Though I wouldn’t have taken you for such sport,”

    It was meant to be a jape, though Sansa could immediately     feel her cheeks reddening for her lack of introduction. After     all, if she had known little about the Bennets, it was likely     they knew little, if anything, about her family. Extending a     hand towards the woman, she couldn’t help but smile once     more.

—There was a sense of familiarity when Elizabeth looked upon the other girl, surely they had seen each other before, but she simply could not remember at the moment.

                     "With the encouragement from our mother their minds seem to be preoccupied with nothing else. "

Elizabeth laughed, matching her playful tone

                      " I have other ambitions than to throw my handkerchief at the first officer to walk by, I fear my excitement can never match that of my sisters looking upon a militia of single men."

Elizabeth took her hand with a smile,

                       "Elizabeth, yes. I pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Stark. Yes she remembered now. It was at Mr. Bingley's ball where she had seen the girl before, while they had not been introduced she was certainly given and overview of their history from the gossiping lips of her mother. They were a rather prominent family it appeared, though they did not flaunt it with arrogance as other guests certainly did. Elizabeth could remember clearly the way she sisters giggled and whispered when they saw her older brother, and the way her mother set off, rather hopelessly, to speak to them about her five single daughters.

                         "Are you here for your brother?"

                ⊰✙∬The silence and the calm atmosphere of the place was soon interrupted by loud noise of the door being slammed closed.  It wouldn’t be the first time the blonde simply went into a house without even bothering knocking on the door, but this time she had a real motive to do so.

              — “They’re beasts.”  

— She jumped, hearing the door slam closed behind her was cause surprise. Even more so was the woman you just walked right in, paying her no mind at all. It was queer behavior to say the least, and incredibly rude on the part of the woman.

                       "What is the meaning of this?"

        Basil Hallward was not the best dancer. He was not the worst, certainly— he was far better than Mr. Collins— but to call him good would be a bit of a stretch. He tended to stay off to the side at a party like this, talking to people rather than dancing, but the hostess— the young woman’s mother— had insisted that he dance with her daughter.

— Elizabeth turned upon hearing her name, issuing a quick curtsy in greeting to the man,

                       "And may I inquire as to who sent you? Or is it some secret admirer that must remain anonymous sending you in their place?"

—Being addressed, Elizabeth quickly stood from her seat turning her attention from her own thoughts to the young woman, who appeared around the same age as herself, who addressed her,

                "Elizabeth Bennet."

She curtsied with a smile clear upon her lips,

                 "Believe me the pleasure is mine my lady, though I am afraid my mother is currently otherwise occupied in a trip to town with my two youngest sisters. I fear she did not mention having company this afternoon, I can only think that she expected you to arrive later or she would not have taken such a trip."

It was odd, normally Mrs. Bennet was ecstatic when there was to be a visitor at Longbourn, especially one of Lady Baratheon's ranking, yet considering the visitor was not a young man of good fortune come to marry one of her many daughters, Elizabeth could see how the meeting would fall behind visiting the encampment in priority.