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❝Sometimes I wonder about the dreams I have when I'm awake.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#007F03 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #B20070】
|| Need you Now || Lady Antebellum ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#007F03 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #B20070】
|| Need you Now || Lady Antebellum ||
As usual, whenever Edmund returned home from his work, Rosemary would have the meal ready. The Harrington family did not need to hire their own chef because Rosemary was a gourmet of her own and found joy in the art of food. A large variety of dishes were in store for them all and Erika and Clover walked down the stairs to join everyone else. Of course there were miscellaneious servants such as maids to help clean and father's butler who kept the house safe when no one else was around, but for the dinner table, it was only for family members and their personal servants. "I believe you'll enjoy the food we have here." Erika had a modest smile as she took her seat, patting the chair next to her so Clover would know where she was supposed to be seated.
At the head of the table was Edmund, and on one side was Rosemary. Across from Rosemary was an empty spot for Estelle, and next to that, across from each other were the twins, Erika and Edmund. Farthest from the Head seat sat the two servants, Fiyero and Clover. "So I heard about our new addition." Edmund was addressing Erika right now so she nodded and indicated for Clover to stand so that father could get a better look at her. "I also heard about the strange circumstance in which she ended up in your hands, Erika." The prodigy calmly reiterated the same story of a mysterious vigilante putting Clover in her arms. "I had to help her, because I was raised to be someone that helps others." Father gave Clover an appraisal as his eyes ran over her. "I suppose she'll be taught simple tasks at first, such as cleaning and laundry."
The most important duty for Clover to fulfill, of course, was that of companionship. "Personally, I don't know what she's good for." Eamon said snootily, wanting to have pride in his own familiar. Mother laughed then, a twinkling sound in her voice. "Yes, your familiar who stays at home and watches soap operas is very talented indeed." If anything, Fiyero seemed to take pride in his work. "Soap opera reviews are my specialty, milady." Rosemary was clearly enjoying herself as Eamon scowled at his servant. "Oh, my, such a flatterer you are, Fiyero." Edmund was next to speak, then as he fixed his monocle. "My wife truly is quite the beauty, isn't she?" Mother seemed quite delighted by her husband's pride.
Once food was finished, Edmund spoke up again, coughing to draw everyone's attention. "Erika. You have applied for the Westerly's Music Competition. Have you practiced the song you'd like to perform? Perhaps show Miss Clover the talents of her new Master." Excitement bubbled in her stomach at the mention. Not only was this father's approval to keep Clover, it also reminded her of her passion. She wanted to do well, she really wanted to do well. "Shall I show you my work so far, father?" She beckoned for Clover to follow her and she retrieved her flute from it's case, wiped it down, and lightly positioned her mouth over the hole. Erika had two main talents - the first was magic, and the second was the art of the second smallest woodwind instrument, only bigger than the piccolo. "Do you know how to do any music?" Erika asked suddenly as she was finishing making sure her flute was in tune. "If so, perhaps one day we could perform together."
After returning own, it was time. She took her position at the estate's mini performance hall, beginning her song. Erika's many years of practice with the flute gave her enough comfort that she was able to do a small graceful dance to the song's flowing notes and rising highs and lows. Erika's heart was almost singing as she played. Nothing quite gave her joy like the flute - except, perhaps, petting soft things. Eamon, as the only non-musically inclined sibling, seemed impressed. His talent was not a musical instrument but rather, he was surprisingly a very good tailor. Designing and making clothes was his passion, no matter what Fiyero said about it.