Adia Connor (dewyeyed_way) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-04-26 23:15:00 |
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Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | adia connor, daniel gillespie, elaine corbin |
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Adia is working at the store as usual, but, unusually, she has been in a really good mood for the last few weeks. Ordinarily she's fairly sullen with her customers, resentful in a way she can't quite stifle, but lately she's been prone to smiling, cheerful, even good-willed for the most part.
Right now she's humming as she puts things in order behind the counter, her long dark hair loose down her back in ringlets, her slim cool fingers busy with receipt paper. The song isn't one she learned in his lifetime, although she doesn't know that; it's an old one that Dinadan used to play on May Day, when the court celebrated and she went out before dawn with her ladies to gather flowers, fighting to keep her skirts pulled out of her way, her hair the colour of gold in wild braids and violets tucked in. Dinadan wrote the song for her; at least, Arthur asked for it, and it was played every year, and it's in the back of Adia's mind even though she can never remember where she heard it.