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elizabeth rose swann	Posted: Jul 21 2008, 04:21 PM
{s p i r i t e d} Group: commoner Posts: 4 Member No.: 11 Joined: 10-July 08	The afternoon was dragging on. All morning she�d sat in the same chair in the foyer of her home with a book in her lap, half interested in reading and half interested in looking out the window. The day was warm, even for Port Royale, coupled with the warmth of several layers of clothing required for a proper lady, Elizabeth�s paper fan was not working. She couldn�t create enough of a breeze with her hand to do anything to help her and it was making for a rather irritable young woman. Her father had scolded her in his way about it when she replied to him in a clipped tone. She hadn�t meant to and apologized. Still, no breeze went through the house despite how the trees seemed to move outside the window. Her book laid open on her lap, a ribbon in the crease where she�d stopped reading, and her feet were lifted up on a footstool. She laid her head back on the chair and lolled it to the side to look out the window, lifting her hand to brush aside the lace curtain. Sighing, she snapped her book closed and set it and the fan into her chair as she went to find something less dull to do. Elizabeth was a girl who yearned for adventure, excitement and at least a bit of activity. Even the servants seemed to drag themselves about. Her ladies maid walked by and she turned, falling into step beside her and the two chatted easily. Enough that Elizabeth convinced her to allow her to accompany her into the town on her errand. Her father would approve, she was sure, since Elizabeth wasn�t to be going alone. Sure enough, the two of them were walking into town. While the maid went into a shop, Elizabeth slipped away, not uncommon for the rebellious and independent woman. At first, she headed toward the docks, but no new ships that she was aware of were in port. She had little desire to be caught up in the mess of fishing, crabbing and the upkeep of the large vessels. Elizabeth knew when she was a hindrance and when she wasn�t a hindrance. Getting in the way of sailors wasn�t her idea of anything pleasant. Not at the moment. Instead, she wandered off onto the sandy shores just beyond the wooden docks where the row boats sat upturned. She sat on the crest of one, slipping off her shoes and tugging at her stockings, laying them over the boat. Elizabeth walked down along the edge, holding her skirts up above the water so that her feet and ankles were lapped at by the waves. Behind her was a zig-zag trail of feet slowly disappearing in the sand. Elizabeth looked out onto the sea, the free sea with no rules, no confines of being ladylike. Just freedom. And sighed. -------------------- the governor's daughter

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