#wdstart

Emmeline was in the park with her maid nearby. Her brain didn't seem to stop these days. With her preparing years for this Season, it seems she still wasn't ready. Endless sounds, from the screaming in the Place de la Revolution in Paris. Her friends and their families being killed, or them scattering to flee the country. It seemed the only thing that calmed her was the sound of the ducks in the pond, the serenity and calm being the only thing to calm her mind.

Winding the menagerie of shaped hedges, Sydney finally joins the fringes of the crowd with ease, passably indecent in his attire, stature holding confidence that courts offense. Shortened breath passes for haste, flushed cheeks for summer's inferno, and Sydney could defeat the world's greatest magician at an act of quick-change. A hand attempts to tame his hair from its handsome disarray while the other tucks his cravat over the bruises trailing his neck. Straightening his posture, Sydney clears his throat, and lifts two glasses from a passing server's tray. He is never lonesome for long (even tousled, it is easy to see why), but the thrill lies in the hunt rather than the prize. "You may require this to survive the night," Sydney confides in the person nearest to him, dropping his voice as if sharing his darkest secret. He extends a glass to the other along with the offer of more entertaining conversation. "The hostess is rather fond of inviting poets to perform recitations, and I fear we all are not as gifted as Shakespeare with a quill pen."

Cabell has made his way to the bookstore after hearing his younger sister's offhand request for more poetry books around the house. He finds himself a little stumped, however, when he realizes he's forgotten to ask her the names of any authors or titles he could recognize as he scans the shelves. "Excuse me, might you have any insight on what an inquiring young mind would most gravitate towards?" he asks the nearest patron, keeping his voice polite and quiet. He is very much an enjoyer of fine arts, but that is unfortunately limited to simply enjoying and not yet retaining information on names of great works or which authors are worth their salt.

Etta typically delights in taking strolls about town when allowed. Of course she's chaperoned by some ladies maids, though they've been around the estate long enough to know her and trust her, and vice versa. She doesn't feel stifled or controlled when she's with people from her manor, as long as it's not her mother, so Etta relaxes a touch as she walks along Abbey Green, letting her eyes drift along the storefronts, wondering if she ought to let her whims take hold and give in to the window shopping in order to alleviate her restlessness. What her eye instead catches from a distance is the fluttering of something falling out of someone's pockets or purse, unbeknownst to the owner. "Wait! Excuse me, wait!" she calls, hoisting her skirts up with one hand and trying to hail them with the other as she starts to pick up into a run after them. She can hear her ladies maids calling after her not to be so careless, but she's entirely too focused on her new escapade as she scoops up the object from the ground and closes the distance with the unsuspecting target. "Just a moment, you've dropped this!" she tries one more time, hoping they'll finally hear her.

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐇'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 was right - she shouldn't run off by herself off her family's property. however , that never stopped her from just somehow wandering into the nearby market , eyes peeled for a new item to add to her collection. the scents , sights , and stories she gained by going to the market always brought her running despite her parent's wishes. today was no different , as dinah's yet again run off - but for good reason. an upcoming social occasion called for a new dress , something that dinah had decided called for an impromptu hunt for the best fabric in all of england. it wasn't long before her pursuits were interrupted by a vendor pestering her to buy their product. despite shutting them down rather bluntly , they continued to pester her for business. maybe it hadn't been the best idea to show up in some of her finer clothes , their intricate designs perhaps signaling far more wealth than was entirely true. whatever the reason , she can't seem to get the vendor to leave her own. fantastic. if it was up to her , she would've had a much more aggressive tactic to rid herself of them. but now that she'd entered society , and her father's recent pressures to marry looming over her head , she's trying to be less reactive. with so many more eyes on her now , it was much more important to control the hothead she tended to be. it seemed to be getting later by the second , and if dinah wanted any chance of getting her browsing done in time , she needed to rid herself of them. " oh good , you're here ! " she suddenly explains , cutting off whatever requests the vendor was exclaiming. " you must forgive me , it looks like i have to go. you see , i have some business with my ... with my ... ? " turning around to face them , her eyes express more than her words can , silently pleading for the other to play along. please , come up with something good.