"Oh my dear Ollie, haven't you ever seen a pirate ship? They're the grandest ships on the sea!" she made a sweeping motion over the horse's head with her arm, "depending on which ones you look at, of course." A lightbulb lit up in Cordi's mind. This young man seemed strong, able, if a little inexperienced. All the men she'd met at the bar the night before were drunkards who'd never sail with a woman. They'd grown up with the sea, and that meant growing up with superstitions. Oliver, however, seemed to be just the man craving adventure. The kind she could offer.
( Guys Lenore is done nannying, its been hours. I think you should MAYBE be at Olivers house by now? )
(I'll write them there now)
Oliver was in awe of the tales Lady Cordelia told, but they were all impossible of course, and dangerous. Extremely so. He has a business to take over, albeit it was a boring one, but still. He smiled brightly at her as they came upon the stables out in front of the mansion. "We're here, m'lady." Oliver bowed and offered up a hand for her to take if she wished to slide off of Cannon.
As Lenore walked down the road, she felt someone brush against her. When she looked up, she saw a man, running off with her bracelet. The one her mother had given her. "Hey!" Lenore shrieked. "Thats mine!" The man turned to face her, then ran. Lenore chased after him, which was hard on her foot. They ran by a large house with a horse out front. Olivers horse! she thought, and she inwardly groaned.
"Lady Lenore!" Oliver called out, seeing her running. "Is everything alright?"
Lenore saw him, and instantly sped up after the thief. "No, not quite!" she called, as she left onto his back. With swift movements, she elbowed his throat and had him on the ground. She quickly kicked his and and stomach with hard force, and grabbed her bracelet. "Serves you right." she muttered, putting the bracelet on.
Oliver had run after her, stopping nearby in shock as he saw she was in no need of his help. "Please Miss, after that you must come inside with us. If only to stop and rest for a few moments." He pleaded.
Lenore looked up. She… she couldn't say no. With a curt nod, she followed Oliver into the house.
Oliver led the ladies into the atrium, gesturing to a large sofa they could rest on. "I'll go to get you both tea. Please sit and make yourselves at home." With a polite bow he vanished into another room, going to the kitchen.
Lenore sat down, stiff as a board.
Oliver strolled into the kitchen, calling upon one of the maids. "Beatrice would you put the kettle on? Green tea, please. Once it's done put it in the gold rimmed cups mother has. Just three of them. Bring the platter to the atrium with some croissants as well." He ordered, smiling kindly.
