|Eleanore Hall Avellera (neithernor) wrote in fairthreads,|
@ 2009-11-08 16:06:00
|Entry tags:||!complete, character: eleanore avellera, location: madison's pub, player: jeanne|
Who: Eleanore Avellera
What: A letter home
Where: Madison's Pub
Status: Narrative, Complete
Eleanore had come back to Greenville for a few days, after spending some time at the court. She intended to go back to the court, of course, but she had to spend time with Abby and her family- they were so close, after so long, and Eleanore refused to let the opportunity pass by. She reveled in the simple things- talking with Abby, reminiscing, sharing stories of their childhood with Bridget and Thomas. For all that Abby seemed to say Eleanore led a privileged life- and Eleanore wouldn't deny this, of course- she wondered how her sister couldn't see that the same was true of her own life. Not as much money or material things, perhaps, but the abundance of love made up for that ten-fold.
She hadn't written home to her parents since arriving at the Brisbois' some two months ago, and Eleanore knew that she owed them several explanations. Borrowing some parchment, ink, and a quill from her sister, she sat down at one of the tables in the main area of the pub and started writing...
Warm greetings from your long-silent daughter. I hope that you haven't taken to worrying after me in absence of my letters to you; please rest assured that my time here in Frell is progressing much better than could have ever been hoped.
As you know, upon my arrival here I spent some time with the Brisbois family. You had told me of them, father, and you were right- their daughters were very kind to me. Though I think perhaps you might want to speak with Monsieur Brisbois, for the older of the two daughters has found herself married since your last communiqué- and to the family's stable boy, no less! While I only met him in passing- he seems like a nice young man- I did speak with Genevieve, and her happiness is evident. (Do not worry, father, despite this I have no intentions of running off with a stable boy of any sort!)
The next part of my journey here requires some explanation- and a confession. I suppose it is cowardly of me to write this in a letter, but I want to share this with you and I do not want to wait until my return to Ayorthia to do so.
Especially since I do not know when that will be.When you found me, all those years ago, I was not entirely truthful- I had not been alone, originally. I had been traveling with my older sister, Abigail, and- through my own fault- had found myself separated and lost from her. She had been my only remaining family, and I knew that I had lost her forever- perhaps it was selfish of me, even at that age, to accept your offer of a new life with no concern over searching for Abigail, but I did not know what else to do. I hope that this does not tarnish your image of me, as you have seen to it that I've grown into a strong and capable young woman- and a proud Ayorthian, even if not one by birth.
I have to admit that part of my reasoning for taking up this journey to Frell was to see if there might be some sign as to Abigail's fate. To my surprise, however, before I could even begin a search for her, she found me one morning in Greenville. There was hardly time for a reminiscent reunion, however- I had stumbled into a crisis, her family having just been kidnapped by a woman whose character I will not go into, for fear of truly tarnishing your thoughts of me thanks to my potentially harsh words. Suffice to say, a woman who knew nothing but cruelty and unkindnesses.
In the end, however, Abigail was able to rescue her family- her husband and their young daughter (who has a striking resemblance to the Abigail I last knew). I have spent considerable time with them in Greenville- her husband, Thomas, owns Madison's Pub, and has been very accommodating of my presence here. Their daughter, Bridget, is a curious and cheerful girl- you would be surprised, father, as to the things she notices. An ambassador could learn much from the children of the court, I think- it seems not all adults are quite aware of young Bridget's presence, and she learns all manner of secrets, quite by accident!
I have, as promised, been introduced at and spent time among the court here at Frell. As predicted, it is a fractured and disorganized system- though I wonder how much of this was brought on by the death of the King and how much existed before, if more subdued. They are a noisy bunch, the courtiers, and most seem to make no secret as to their plans of upward mobility- there is none of the grace and elegance of the Ayorthian court here, and that makes me miss home all that much more.
I will send this letter with the next post carriage to Ayorthia, and I eagerly await your return reply. Please send it courtesy of the pub in Greenville- I trust my sister to care for the letter until I see her next more than I trust any of the courtiers to see it safely to me without reading it first.
Your faithful daughter,