"I, madam, am very trusting. Trust me, you can trust me." Cordella nodded a few too many times. As soon as she said her name, the woman smiled, "Lenore, that's a beautiful name. I'm Cordella Marrisa, but you can call me Cordella, or Ella, or Cordi, whatever pleases you." She looked down at Oliver, "shall we?"
((Night!))
"Of course, m'lady." Oliver started to lead Cannon forward. Walking down the first road on foot. What Will mother and father say when they see I've brought two ladies home? His cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment.
((should we continue tomorrow?))
Cordella's mouth was dry and she was starving all of a sudden. The sun beat down on her as she rode and a wave of exhaustion hit her. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea… but she looked across at the pretty lady and down at the very handsome man and shook her head to clear her mind. She was definitely not giving up this chance.
(Yeah I don't want to go to far without @Joellapod )
Lenore noticed that Cordi ( I like that ) was looking pale. Lenore almost instantly knew the woman was hung over when she met her. With a small sigh, she handed her a canteen of water.
Oliver trotted next to Cannon, occasionally stroking his mane as they walked. He kept his gaze forward, unwilling to be accused of eavesdropping.
The woman handed her a canteen. Gratefully, Cordella took it and chugged the whole thing, much of it spilling down her front. When she was done, Cordi looked in it, noticed it was empty, and gave it back to Lenore apologetically. "So, where we headed Ollie? Where's this house of yours?"
"The other side of town, Lady Cordella. My father is Alexander Horne, the merchant. You may have heard of him." Oliver replied, face heating up at the nickname.
Lenore's breath caught. Alexander Horne. She felt panic rise within her. This day of fun was going horribly wrong. There was no way Lenore would ever step foot in that man's house. She stopped her horse and turned to face the pair. "I'm sorry, my journey is to be cut short. I cannot continue with you. I bid you good day." she said, turning her horse around. With sudden speed, she galloped away and on towards the woods.
Oliver stood, stopping Cannon in confusion. "Miss Lenore! Are you certain you're alright?" He called after her with concern. He froze, uncertain of what to do.
Cordella nodded approvingly, but as Lenore hurried away, she frowned. "Um… okay? Should we…" she wasn't sure whether they should go after her or leave her. "Lenore?" Cordi called after the woman.
Lenore didn't answer, she just kept galloping all the way to the Schuyler's house. Opening the door, she walked in and was greeted by a young eight-year-old Eliza. "Nanny!" she cried. Lenore smiled, and Philip Schuyler ( her father ) walked in. "Ahh, Lenore!" he said, and put his hands on Eliza's shoulders. "What are you doing here? Is anything wrong? You know you don't have to come until later." he said, concerned. Eliza, bored with the conversation, left the room. Lenore smiled.
"It seems, sir Philip, that Alexander Horne is here." she said, crossing her arms nervously. Philip's smile faded.
"I am so sorry dear Lenore. Please, stay as long as you need." he offered.
"Thank you so much." breathed Lenore, and then she headed off to find Eliza in the big house.
(I love Hamilton @Joellapod!)
Oliver shrugged before looking over at Cordella. "I hope she's alright… Are you ready to keep going Lady Cordella?" He asked politely.
( HAM FOR THE WIN )
((I was over my Hamilton phase and then it hit me again and I'm obsessed now haha))
Cordi shrugged back, flashing him a smile and turning to face the street on the horse, "I'm sure she'll be fine. Let's go. I'm ready to see this place." Cordella imagined a huge mansion, filled with expensive knick knacks they'd never miss for her to swipe.
"Eliza? Angelica?" Lenore called down the hallway. They were now engaged in a nice game of hide and seek. She saw Angelica's curls from behind the chair the covered her, and with quick motions she ran over and scooped her up. "Little snake!" she said, as Angelica laughed and wriggled in her grasp. Eliza ran out from behind a curtain. "Does this mean I win?" she asked, and Lenore laughed.
"As you wish." Oliver prompted Cannon to move forward and they began trotting through town again. "If you don't mind me asking Miss Cordella, where are you from? I haven't seen you around town before."
(umm i missed something :P)
( haha @"Oakie Dokie" ! If you read everything, just jump right in! You can meet Lenore at the Schuyler's house; nothings really happening for her rn )
Cordella, who's head was beginning to clear, looked down at the man. "I'm from all over, really. Lately I've been skirting Spain, but I figured I'd come to America and scout things out. I've never been anywhere close to this country. It's nice, kind of small-towny. And you?"
"Well I don't stray from the village often. My father's been promising to take me on a trade ship someday though. I can't believe you've been so far, m'lady." Oliver was wide eyed with wonder at the thought of Spain and all of the other great places in the world. Sometimes it seems like only this little town exists.
Lenore lay Eliza down in her bed. Nap time! Her day was only half-way, and she already felt so worn out, she couldn't walk without limping a little. Angelica had dropped a very heavy pot on her foot, and it hurt even still, a few hours later.
Cordella smiled at Oliver, "A trade ship? What fun. I prefer the more exciting kind, personally, but I suppose a trade ship is the safest for a first-timer out on open seas." She winked down at him and looked back to the road.
Oliver blushed as Lady Cordelia winked at him. Though he quickly had questions towards her comment. "The more exciting kind? I wasn't aware there was one." He mused, curious as to what her answer would be. He politely waved to all the people he passed, most of them were familiar faces since he'd grown up here.