euphemiaofscotlandâ:
euphemia was much too polite to argue with another, especially in so public a setting. if she were, perhaps she might have mentioned that hunting was necessary for survival, that without it, they would be relegated to vegetables and the herbs that grew so slowly in scotland. but instead she merely nodded, her eyes confused. when she spoke, her words were calm. âit is not a pastime for everyone.â
she nodded, already wondering if the italian artist sheâd seen around the castle would be willing to come to scotland to paint her terriers when they all eventually returned home. but now, he focus remained on rosalia. her lips pressed together and her eyes were kind. âthat is understandable. i have every reason to believe you will do him credit.â her voice was nearly a whisper and if euphemia felt out of her depth, she certainly did not say so. âi am fine. my son and i were quite lucky.â she made no mention of her husband, though there seemed no need to.
rosalia did not enjoy speaking anymore of the sport and so she strayed from the topic, keeping her eyes on the other woman - a softness that always seemed to embody her being.Â
âif you ever find yourself in need of recommendations, I would gladly offer - there have been a few who have done some for me before.â the hassle was there as communication and time were both required but she was lucky enough to have the resources and the ability to afford such accommodations. âmay God bless you both,â the words murmured as she murmured her catholic prayers. she was still learning to grow from her own grief - her mind often troubled as she tossed and turned in bed. such nightmares plagued her but it was the comfort of her family that kept her smiling - no matter how painful.Â












