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milliways_bar2014-04-19 04:29 pm
lark_in_flight) wrote in milliways_bar2014-04-19 04:29 pm
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"Papa!" The voice which sounds through the opening front door is a young woman's, light and sweet and eager. The voice's owner follows in a billow of skirts, glancing back over her shoulder into a homey little hallway as she calls to someone unseen. "Papa, are you quite ready?"
She turns her head -- and falters in astonishment as she crosses the threshold, and her boots hit the Milliways floorboards.
"Papa...?" Her hand falls away from the doorknob, and it swings delicately closed behind her.
She's a young woman of perhaps sixteen or seventeen, her rosy face framed by delicate ringlets escaping from a silk-covered bonnet. Her dress is of blue wool, sloping down at the shoulders, puffed out wide at the sleeves and gathering again at the wrists, her skirts a bell over layers of petticoats, a warm shawl wrapped about her shoulders, gloves on her small hands, a basket over one arm, small boots just visible -- in other words, the height of dainty femininity for 1832, and doubtless extremely impractical and peculiar to the eyes of most of Milliways' patrons.
Welcome to Milliways, Cosette.
She turns her head -- and falters in astonishment as she crosses the threshold, and her boots hit the Milliways floorboards.
"Papa...?" Her hand falls away from the doorknob, and it swings delicately closed behind her.
She's a young woman of perhaps sixteen or seventeen, her rosy face framed by delicate ringlets escaping from a silk-covered bonnet. Her dress is of blue wool, sloping down at the shoulders, puffed out wide at the sleeves and gathering again at the wrists, her skirts a bell over layers of petticoats, a warm shawl wrapped about her shoulders, gloves on her small hands, a basket over one arm, small boots just visible -- in other words, the height of dainty femininity for 1832, and doubtless extremely impractical and peculiar to the eyes of most of Milliways' patrons.
Welcome to Milliways, Cosette.
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