|| closed starter || @v1dua || Leonora
|| LOCATION || The Dempsey Cottage; gardens

Before she set off for the day, Ceara cleared a good portion of her morning to spend with Leonora. She could understand why she wanted to be around her, aside from their shared love for flowers. It hadn’t even been a consideration that she could possibly want an actual friend, aside from Bertie. Mary was her friend, but she also worked for her and she was only two and twenty. Still a child, in her eyes. Bertie was also considerably young, but…he was a special case, she supposed.
She was in the midst of watering some when she saw a figure approaching the rickety wooden fence. The cottage wasn’t horrid or unlivable, just quaint. Vines crept up the stony walls and thatched roof, curling into the well-kept garden. Beneath the kitchen window was a small, borrowed white table with two chairs. It wasn’t much, but it was hers.
“Oh, hello,” she greeted with a smile. “Come through this way. The rain’s made the outer area of the house a bit muddy.” Ceara set her water can on the table and pushed open the fence gate, revealing a brick path leading up to the front door.
“Could I offer you something to drink? Was it…difficult finding it?”