Re: Sidewalk Interlude - 9:15 a.m. (Dinah, Fred)
For the first time in what felt like a very long time indeed, Beauty wished she were back home, working hard side by side with her sisters. Honour looked down at her hands and squinted, pretending that they were red and chapped now, instead of smooth and soft. The City had made them into a lady's hands again; but she remembered how it was when she lived just outside that small provincial village in the deep countryside of France. It had taken months to travel via caravan from Paris to their new home... She remembered Greatheart, her beautiful draft horse, and missed him all over again. It had not been an easy existence, it had not been a rich one, but it didn't have vampires. It didn't send her nightmares like the one she had last night. And it certainly didn't make her feel as uncertain as she did now.
Taking a breath, she dropped her hands at her side and lifted her head. When she did, she'd managed a smile. It was false. It was fragile. But she was trying. "Thank you," she said to the two. "And Dinah, it was really very sweet of you to stop by. The roses are beautiful. I'm ... I'm sorry, again. I just didn't know."
She lifted one of those pale, uncalloused hands, and waved to the both of the girls. "Good luck with... the... phone," she finally finished. "Farewell."