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Vivienne was quite in a mood for some solitude from everyone, her brother excluded -- for the most of the time. It was a lovely, although a little cloudy, morning for a ride and she saddled her most trusted steed, and made her way towards the woods, where she liked to sit in a clearing and read, preferring the outdoors rather then succumbing to melancholy indoors.

It was nearly sunset and still Charles was nowhere to be found. 

Dearlove’s do not startle easily - and Lydia was a Dearlove through and through, for better or for worse, and it was surely for the better. That was why she was not startled by the whispers of the moors. Or so she continued to tell herself.  

“So the main ballroom needs to be redecorated, along with the main dining room. I was also thinking of redoing the second floor drawing room to match but I would have to run that past Matthew first. It will be expensive but worth it. What do you think?” 

Clutching a letter in hand, Louisa ambled down the path from Bracknell Grange, not pausing a moment to admire the roses in full bloom or the glittering dew that had descended on the green pasture overnight-- in fact, she walked more stiffly than usual, and at a quicker pace, for her fear (through she tried to hide it) of horses and cows left her constantly vigilant for any of the offending animals. But through the pasture was the quickest way to town, and the letter was of utmost importance, so Louisa screwed her courage to the sticking place and went, head held high. 

Emma had always been fond of climbing trees. She can recall the way she would pull her awkward, prepubescent body up onto each branch (tearing her dress in the process and Adam would tattle on her nearly every time) and feeling like she could touch the Heavens upon reaching the top. Finding a tall, strong oak tree on a daily promenade through the moors, she elected to briefly return to her beloved childhood. Though, the tree appeared to be much smaller than the ones she remembered. Nonetheless, the young woman began to go up, up, up until she was far from the ground. Emma walks steadily along a sturdy branch before sitting down, allowing her legs and feet to dangle off of it. She peers down and spots an individual strolling along the path and in the springtime there was no way they could spot her through all of the foliage. That is until her right shoe happens to slip off her foot at the same moment they are under the tree. “Oh dear!” She stiffles a laugh. “Terribly sorry. Are you alright down there?”

The sun was shining high in the afternoon sky as Sophie’s carriage rolled along the path towards Greyfriars Fort, several days had passed since the town pique-nique so Lady Sophie decided to pay a recent acquaintance a visit., Lady Beatrice Hunt. As the carriage rolled to stop outside the tall iron wrought gates, Sophie gazed out the window as the door opened, stepping out onto the ground. 

Duncan’s pencil scratched the page of the notebook open in front of him, sketching the two horses in the paddock in front of him with an air of absence that had come of his contentment. The cold of the English winter had not agreed with his Florentine temperament and he had found the emergence of spring doing wonders for his state of mind now that it did not require freezing if he wanted to leave Mont Blanc’s walls.