Sydney Posted February 10, 2019 Share Posted February 10, 2019 It was strange to be back in father's home. It hadn't been her home for four years, but nothing had really changed. Her room was left as it was with the exception of dust layering her dresser. The slaves from her ex-husband's old estate had dropped her things off into the room, making quite a clutter. It was nothing the maid couldn't fix. She opened her curtains, letting light into the dim room. It was close to sunset, and according to her father, they were expecting company. The land her father had was better than Atticus', in her opinion. It was older, yes, but it had a sort of touch to it that Atticus' didn't have. The lush green grass was watered every day, the stream that divided the land was one filled with memories, and she could even see the stables which had father's horse. The horse wasn't much use anymore because of its old age, but she remembered when she used to ride it as a child. The estate was also the only home she'd ever known before she was married, and now, it was the only one that mattered. Oriana breathed in the fresh air, closing her eyes for just a second to bask in the warmth of the sun. She was free, and she was ready to make her mark on the world with nothing holding her back. Her father was getting old, sometimes getting confused on certain situations. She had gotten a letter from his advisory that there was a small dispute about the lands that they owned, and Oriana was more than happy to help her father out and be at his side. She closed her curtains, lit some of the candles, and got changed into a red, silk tunica. She pinned her auburn hair up, which better showed her eyes. Not that there would be any suitors, nor was she ready for that. It had only been three days since she was notified of Atticus' passing, so she had to at least pretend to be devastated. Still, it was hard to wrap her mind around the fact that Atticus was gone, just as if her prayers were answered. She headed downstairs into the grand hall, knowing that a slave would be the one to help her father get up and help him into the dining room. The hall was vast, with the dining room being the second largest room in the home. Dining was always important to her father, and even as a child, she remembered dreading family meals together because she had to be kind to her mother. As the sun started to fall over the hills, she knew the guest would come any minute. She went in to check on her father, who was sitting at the dining room table waiting. She'd be the one to introduce the guests to her father, which she always did. She'd probably talk the most too, as being the woman of the house now with her father often being jumbled, she would need to take charge. TAG: Phaedo Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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