Olivia Blake (ex_joiedeviv804) wrote in toujoursliberer, @ 2008-05-16 11:09:00 |
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It was not disobedience, at least not in Olivia's mind. Her brothers had their habits, she had hers. They liked to go out to the country and shoot for a few weeks of the season, she liked to take a basket of food and had it out to a few of the beggar children once a month. They had told her not to go out alone, so she took the carriage, she would walk back on her own when she was finished for they never said not to come back alone. If they were cross and questioned her when she returned home she would feign ignorance of their original meaning. It would be that simple. After fixing the basket on her arm she sent the driver back home and headed into the park. The children had learned her schedule for coming and they were waiting for her, not only that but the word had gotten out so she was very nearly mobbed as she walked about the park. The first few times she had done this she had nearly been overwhelmed by the number of little hands reaching out to her and tugging at her, but by now she had grown used to it and had eventually began talking to the children as she handed out whatever baked goods she happened to bring. Once the crowd of children had got what they came for, she moved on to one of the benches, holding the basket in her lap. She had more and she knew there would be more that came up to her asking for food. And while she loved helping the little ones she knew once she returned home she would break down and weep for them. Their plights touched her heart but it hurt knowing she could do very little. |