#windmere

[sanie-sims]

Welcome to Windmere, a medieval neighborhood.

[sanie-sims]

The round in Windmere started with the fisher family, the Netters, going to the woods to gather some resources.

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Now, onto the woodcutter family, the Coppards. The grandmother who lives with them is the village midwife. They have two beautiful daughters and are expecting another baby.

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Grandma woke up and went straight to do the laundry before going to work, while the kids were having fun outside. Later that day, Carlotta gave birth to two beautiful babies, while her mother-in-law (the midwife) was busy delivering other babies.

(In the last picture, there is an impostor)

[sanie-sims]

It didn’t take long for Mila to get pregnant, and as soon as little Ansel was born, his mother collapsed on the kitchen floor and died from the flu. I guess that’s what we get for playing with more dangerous sicknesses.

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Mila spent most of her mornings tending the garden, while her husband, Oswin, spent his time fishing (almost nonstop... though he wasn’t very good at it, sadly)

[sinclairians]

@windmere AS PENNY SINCLAIR - we are always family, no matter where we scatter to.

mirren pulls the nearest blanket over her legs, the sun sinking behind the skyline causing the beechwood island air to cool. eyes fall to the blanket in her lap, the scent of her mother's perfume drifting to her nose. she sighs, letting her head fall back to rest against the chair, oddly comfortable in the silence with her aunt penny - the only two sinclair girls left outside. she starts picking at the fringes of the blanket when penny's voice draws her attention. " yeah? or what we do? " mirren's baby blues meet penny's gaze as she adjusts in her chair. " i know that family doesn't always have to get along. clearly. " dry laugh, as she gestures back to the house where mirren is certain another fight would start if the moms ended up back in each other's company. " but don't you ever get tired? of keeping up whatever dynamic you, my mom, and aunt carrie have? don't you ever want to just ... sit on the couch and watch your favorite movie together? play a game of scrabble? "

[1stliar]

people don't need to see everything.

There needs to be a rule book for every saying a Sinclair should live by. Some of them felt like unreasonable expectations but that was also the Sinclairian way of living. To live with the highest standards that were so unattainable it might cause combustion. No one who bore the name Sinclair lived a peaceful life. It was full of chaos and commotion. As Johnny described it, a beautiful blur of motion. They were privileged and wealthy and beautiful. The trifecta. Everything else was just noise and nonsense.

" It's black hair, mummy, not a tattoo. " Although, that did not seem like a bad idea. Summer sixteen and she was supposed to be off to Beechwood Island. Instead, Cadence is preparing for an entire summer in Europe with her father. The man responsible for her first heartbreak. Fighting and fighting against this decision. Returning to the European Union was the last thing she wanted to do. Cady was aware how this sounded like a first world problem but she knew where she was meant to be. With her people on the island, planning their futures and talking college even if it was something she was now behind in. Cadence was supposed to be with her Liars. Not eating gelato in Venice, Italy, roaming the alleys of Mykonos, Greece or bathing in the springs of the Blue Lagoon in Iceland. First world problems that others would be so grateful to experience but Cadence just wanted to be home.

She finished putting her fine, dark hair in a ponytail. There's a flat expression on her face. Disinterested in the lecture coming to be, " I needed a change. " Throwing her clothes into the luggage, walking in and out of the walk in closet. She felt angry now. It was unfair to probably take it out on her mother but she was there. Always there. Hovering. It was annoying. " What always happened to my body, my choice? "