#the eglantine

[fallingoff-a-cliff]

~ The Rose and the Hobo ~

Sitting in a tree and watching the river flow peacefully into the lake was one of the best ways for Cliff to relax.  His hands were focused on delicately running his Swiss blade against a piece of pine he had found, just something to pass the time. His attention was caught by the unusual site of a woman walking through the flowers in the meadow near the cliff's peak. It was clear that she wasn't from here.

Her dress was far too fancy to be any of the girls' here and though he wouldn't admit it the sight of this fantastically dressed princess left him a bit nostalgic. He was no expert on fashion but he knew his sister was. Is. His sister is an expert on fashion.

He whittled away at the branch more frantically now, feeling his guilt growing. He considered going up and talking to her but honestly he had no idea what he'd ask her. Oh hello there, where'd you get that dress? He probably smelled of wine and grapes. She'd probably think he was drunk. Instead he hoped the thin foliage was enough to hide him from the gaze of the mysterious girl.

[ibuki-mizuki]

Was taking a stroll along the edge of Michael's farm, dressed in her Sunday finery as she sang a sweet tune to herself, "J'en vois des qui s'donnent, donnent des bijoux dans le couc'est beau mais quand memece ne sont que des cailloux~" Pauses, noticing a blonde-haired man whom she presumes farms the land, waving to him in an enthusiastic manner-- "Bonjour!"

[From the corner of his eye he notices the young woman strolling along his farm. Trying not to disturb her with a smile on his face, he pats Claire, singing to her under his breath] Lonely girl wa itsu made mo todokanai yumemite ~ Sawagu atama no naka wo kakimawashite, kakimawashite 🎵

[Accidentally making eye contact with her, he waves back, a nervous laugh escaping him] It’s not everyday I see such well dressed visitors, surely you must be lost! If you’re looking for Mimi, her farm is right across from mine.

[He beamed back at the young woman admiring the fine dress she was wearing — what kind of fabric was that? It sure did look soft. Though he would never admit it to her, her clothing rivaled Minori’s clothes which were always exquisite]

[Repeats his words, clutching onto his hat] No, but are you positive you’re not lost?

[honest-lie]

Knocking sharply on the door to Sofia's house, Er-- /mansion/, rather, Rosalind stood outside impatiently waiting for a reply. Arms folded across her chest and foot tapping against the cobblestone in an annoyed manner, it was easy to see she was anything but pleased.

  Sofia laid sprawled out across the sitting room’s couch, her head currently tilting off the side while her legs were thrown over the arm; her book held in her hand while she experimented with just how extreme upside down head rush can affect your reading abilities.

  “— ?”

  Though at the sudden sharp knock at the door, Sofia shot right up in surprise— almost slipping off the couch in the process. Though she was able to untangle herself a mere moment later, bouncing right up, straightening out her skirt, and opening the front door. The heiress simply blinked in surprise.

  “Rosie? Well don’t you just look as pleased as a peach—” She stepped to the side in an obvious motion to allow the young woman to enter her home. “Do you … need to talk? ♪”

[honest-lie]

The Gossip of Two Darlings ❀ || [Sofia/Rosalind]

  [Sofia was excited, or perhaps excited was a tad bit of an understatement? With a lilac colored duffle bag over her shoulder, the young heiress practically bounced on her heels while awaiting for the door to be opened.] ♪

  [It had been quite some time since she'd spent time at her cousin's house, they hadn't had such thing as a sleepover since they were mere children! With the constant annoyance of their busy schedules, they hardly had the chance to see each other let alone sit down and actually talk to one another.] [Though tonight was different, with Father's permission she had sent over a letter to dear Rosalind in hopes to inform the girl of her arrival.]

  [It'd been long enough to the point where Sofia was slightly nervous, though her small body practically bounced with excitement none the less!] [A hand rises to brush lavender colored strands of hair behind her ear, waiting patiently for the door to be answered.]