Mary meets Evonne Subject: Mary and Evonne meet - courtesy of the department of backstory Where: Paris Who: Mary Roper, Evonne Regnier Warnings: None. Open to: Evonne, the spirits of chaos...
Mary struggled through the crowded streets, continually wincing at the loud harsh French tones-- they didn't all sound like Mr Richards did when he spoke the language. It wasn't any place for an English girl, and that was the truth. If Mary had her say for a moment, she would have packed the children off back to London and left Lady Stanley to her friends and family here. God only knew what had posessed her Ladyship to bring the chlidren (and hence Mary) across the Channel. And why oh why couldn't her Ladyship have come and gotten her stupid dress herself?
She slipped between another few people and finally breathed a sigh of relief at reaching a quieter street. The dressmaker Lady Stanley had picked was just there... Mary dashed across the street and groaned as another clap of thunder hit. The storm was due to break any moment now, and wasn't that just the thing to improve this day? She knocked on the dressmaker's door, keeping a wary eye on the sky above.