mendacium: (will bring the sun once more)
It wasn't as if Nora was going to be in town for too terribly long this time, and the more she thought about it the more she realized that involving another in her and Jack's playtime was courting danger; her Andrei was a sweet boy, make no mistake, but he was a baby and he was new to this lifestyle and what's more there was always the slight possibility that something might go wrong.  While her bodyguards were disposable, her carefully-picked seconds were not, and he was in the latter category.

But she was Nora Gainesborough, and she didn't get nervous, not really, so after making the appropriate arrangements, she had Jack summoned to her place.  Until all was well and settled, it'd just be the two of them, and it was in that spirit that she moved to the door, swinging it open before Jack had even finished knocking.
mendacium: (shortcut down the beaten path)
One of several conclusions that Nora came to almost immediately: this new life of hers was freedom.

Freedom to go where they like, freedom to do what they like, freedom, the sort that as a human she had never truly known.  It wasn't just the new rules that accompanied her new state (though those have taken some learning) but the ones that came with her new station.  She wasn't a proper girl, proper lady, unless she chose to be, and that was something she hadn't even realized she wanted but that she took such joy in.

As tonight: they'd gone northwards, nearer to the land her new brother once called home though not in it, there was nothing to worry about but feeding and finding someplace to rest when day broke, and while their father went in search of such a place, it fell to the children to find their own dinners, find their own amusement.  They hadn't landed in a city or even a town as they so often did, so instead Nora and Eric were hunting between the cottages and the nearby forest -- or anyway, that's what she was doing.  In her impetuous baby way, she'd run off by herself, determined that she wouldn't need any help, and if he came across her now, he'd find her sitting beneath a tree with legs sprawled out in the most unladylike way, happily and rather messily drinking from some hapless village fellow.