ππππ πΈπππΎππ (thornback) wrote in sanditon, @ 2021-01-17 18:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: anne elliot, character: frederick wentworth, player: jules, player: mira, status: complete |
Who: Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth.
What: An awkward hobble along the sea wall.
When: After this.
Where: Outside Sanditon.
Anne had by now parted ways with her savior, assured of what was certain to be a most fulfilling acquaintance for the duration of her family's stay in the little spa town.
She had managed for the majority of the walk back along the chalk downs to avoid limping, but now there was no avoiding it; her tender heel, unprotected by the right shoe she had been forced to leave buried, was starting to feel its trial most acutely. Several times on her way she was forced to pauseβwhich could hardly be counted a misfortune, given the wondrous view. She could only guess if she had been missed by now, and was certain what awaited her was only an earful from Mary about having caused her undue worry.
In this fashion Anne Elliot labored her way back to civilization, and feigned normalcy as best she could whenever strangers passed; she was often greeted jovially, which inspired a new sensation in her of warmth and well-feeling, and she rallied her own spirits to return each greeting with matched enthusiasm. She was gratified to observe that most seemed too caught up in their own pursuits to notice the woman hobbling among them like a lame horse in search of a farrier.
But all enthusiasm died at once when she spied the tall figure sweeping toward her in the distance. Anne froze like a spooked animal; indeed, a part of her suddenly longed again for the burrow she had so recently escaped from. She let her skirts fall at once to hide the sad state of things below.
"Good morning, Captain," she bid him as soon as he was upon her; and maybe that was all that would be required. He certainly seemed to be headed somewhere in a hurry.