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Molly Cauldwell (wandering_molly) wrote in fairthreads,
@ 2009-10-06 17:26:00

Entry tags:

!complete, character: margaret cauldwell, location: greenville, player: catherine, z-character: halloran vine, z-player: andi

Who: Molly and Captain Vine
What: Wandering at Fair
Where: Greenville, in town
When: Backdated: Wednesday, Mid-Morning
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete, Threaded

The best laid plans often go awry. Molly’s day was a reflection of that. The morning had been going so well. Her new dress had turned out quite lovely, making her feel soft and feminine for once. While shopping she’d spent more than she’d intended, but she had come out of the deal with a treasure that would last her whole life long. So, of course, something had to go wrong.

She must have been longer gawking at stalls than she realized at the time, for the crowds were multiplying. Her purchase held firmly to her chest, Molly tried to protect it from the thoughtless jostling of the masses. One man in a great hurry rushed past, clipping her shoulder as he went. Under other circumstances, Molly might have muttered a curse after him, but now she had more important things on her mind. The crowd was shifting again.

Molly felt like she was drowning in the waves of humanity. She hated crowds – was terrible at navigating her way through them. She staggered as another person bumped into her. Her adrenaline surged. Taking great, deep breaths, she tried desperately to find a way out. She didn’t even care which way she went anymore, as long as it got her away from all the people. But she was too short to see beyond those immediately in front of her. Feeling trapped and at the mercy of the mob, Molly started to tremble.

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cois_farraige
2009-10-13 05:18 pm UTC (link)

Halloran had very little intention of staying at the fair for terribly long. He disliked most festivals - though there were some exceptions made for Christmas - and he dislked coming to Greenville as a rule, so the combination of the two were less than savory for him. Nevertheless, he would spend a few days in town, as the Queen dictated. There was a very real possibility of progress with her highness, specifically as late. But before he could attend her as the annual dinner in the castle that evening, he had an afternoon to dally in the fair.

Christ.

He'd been about to condemn himself to one of the leatherwork stalls to commission some boots, when he spotted a familiar face in the crowd. Most of the people Halloran knew in Greenville spent their time inside the castle, so he wasn't exactly used to seeing someone he knew in the crowd. Let alone someone he wanted to speak to. He hadn't fully made up his mind on how to approach Molly when she started to look a bit skittish. He knew that look - he'd seen it on horses being brought aboard for the first time. No easier way to spook a horse than to try to get it to walk a ruddy gangplank.

Cutting smoothly through the crowd - height did have its advantages - Halloran quickly stepped in next to Molly, had her arm wound through his own before she could blink, and steered her firmly into the flow of the crowd, instead of allowing her to struggle upstream against it. "Miss Cauldwell," he greeted her with some concern. "You look positively unwell. I suppose it's the dress."

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wandering_molly
2009-10-14 01:03 am UTC (link)

With a deep intake of breath, Molly startled when she felt a hand take hers and place it on an arm. Unthinkingly, her other hand took over care of the package she had been holding. But then her mind caught up with what her eyes were telling her. “Captain!” Her absolute delight in seeing him distracted her momentarily from the crowd. A friend was exactly what she needed right now. Her relief lasted just long enough for her to smile brightly at him before returning to biting her lip and watching the crowd with large eyes.

Reflexively, her hand had tightened on his arm. Molly knew it wasn’t entirely proper to cling to him; if she’d been less afraid, she might have let go entirely. As it was, she mentally excused her behavior. As long as she had a firm grip, it was possible he might not notice how badly she was shaking. She walked closer to him than she would have under any other circumstances. Not that it was something she would ever admit to, but his presence stabilized her – she no longer felt like she was adrift amongst the masses with him by her side. He seemed to have a direction in mind as he led her on. Truly, Molly didn’t care at this point. There was no rush to be back at the pub and as long as she kept walking, she’d get away from all the people eventually.

His observation caught her off guard, eliciting a soft chuckle from her. “Absolutely. Horrid thing isn’t it? I’ve been mistaken for someone proper at least twice today.” Not that Molly didn’t like the dress. She did. But he was clearly giving her an opportunity to avoid admitting her fears, and she needed the distraction. Silently, she prayed he was in the mood to carry on a nonsense conversation. Please, she thought, just talk to me. She wanted to think of anything besides the current situation.

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