Mayfield: A Saga

September 21, 2005

Mr. Remmington’s Son

She picked up the ivory paddle brush and began to brush her long, thick blond hair. Her hair had always been her best feature, or so she had always been told. Back at home, she sometimes went through the day with her hair down, flowing free and framing her face in such a delicate and becoming manner. She longed to wear it down for the evening, to pretend for at least one night that things were back to normal. But she knew that as a servant, it was not appropriate to have her hair free. So, reluctantly, she swept her hair back into a simple arrangement, pinning it with the same pins that had held it for the past two weeks; the only possessions she still had from her old life. Even the dress she had worn had not been hers, but had been borrowed from one of the servants on the night she had left. Looking back in the mirror, Ellie was surprised to see that her reflection still looked beautiful.

Ellie does her hair

Just as she was putting on a bit of the lavender perfume that was neatly sitting in a crystal bottle on the counter, she heard the front door open and a loud voice yelled, “Aha! My son! You have returned earlier than expected!” She immediately recognized the voice as Mr. Remmington’s. She had forgotten all about the fact that he was awaiting the arrival of his son. Curiosity swept over Ellie as she listened to the deep, manly voice which presumably belonged to Mr. Remmington’s son. She decided to go peek over the balcony which gave an open view of the entrance hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of this man.

Ellie looks down from the balcony

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  1. Ah! What passion, yet gentleness, yet hope of romance, yet sadness you twine into your stories! I thoroughly enjoy both this and your Prosperity challenge stories, and you have me checking for updates like crazy. I wonder what Ellie’s…or should I say Elizabeth’s…past is…sounds interesting! Like I said, can’t wait till the next one…

    Comment by Vivi — September 22, 2005 @ 3:55 am

  2. This story is one of my favorites to read from all the blogs I’ve found so far. It’s just so wonderful. I love the time period, I like the characters and the way you are writing it, always leaving a mystery and a hopefulness, it’s very pleasant. I hope you continue this as soon as possible because I enjoy it so much. :)

    Comment by Amanda — September 22, 2005 @ 10:14 am

  3. Fabulous! You have such a flair for building suspense.

    Comment by Annette — September 22, 2005 @ 10:25 pm

  4. Awww, i like this story. It’s not like most stories that are legacies and whatnot. Can’t wait till your next update!

    Comment by Jeanne — September 25, 2005 @ 1:18 am

  5. Beautiful! I love this story. Your house is decorated so perfectly, and you make the characters look just right for the scene! Where did you find young Remmington’s suit?

    Comment by Jen — September 26, 2005 @ 10:19 pm

  6. Thanks for the wonderful comments everyone. I’m so glad you all like the story! I’m having so much fun writing it.

    Jen - I cannot remember exactly where I got the suit. But the sites that I primarily download from are TSR, All-About-Style, mod forums, and a few others that I’m pretty sure it didn’t come from. So, my guess would be All-About-Style…if not there then probably TSR. Sorry about not remembering!

    Comment by Administrator — September 27, 2005 @ 5:53 am

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