Theodora Rose Caldwell || Human Passing Half-Elf || Lord’s Daughter || Victoria Pedretti
“Then you have a fitting this afternoon after you go over the plans for the party. And a dinner with Mr. Wesley tonigh-.. Miss. Theodora? Are you alright?” The question brings Theodora out of her thoughts, eyes blinking a bit as her head turns away from the window to look at the maid. “Oh, yes… I apologize, Ms. O'Reilly,” she sheepishly smiles, setting her cup of tea down after a moment.
More and more lately, the young woman would drown out everything and get lost in her mind. Some days, it just felt like the walls were going to swallow her whole and keep her in it’s warm belly until she was nothing, but bones. That thought terrified her at times. “I think I will go for a ride.” She needed to get away for a little while, feel some sort of freedom, even if it was temporary. Before any protest could be made, she quickly left the room; in desperate need to feel the air hitting her face and the wind in her hair.