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 Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 4:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 4:26 pm
Simon St. Claire whistled happily as he strode through the park, taking a moment to tip his hat at passing gentlemen and gentlewomen. He received a few reproachful looks from his elders who still considered whistling to be a habit of 'lower birth'. However, there was nothing at all wanting in his appearance, which was neat and tidy and his expression, which was one of utmost respectability.
He swung his walking cane jauntily as he walked without a seeming care in the world. However, his mind was full of ideas. Not every member of higher society considered it proper for a member of the peerage to be a writer and an architect. However, Simon had made somewhat of a name for himself and he was just finally beginning to be noticed.
He started painfully from his reverie as he nearly strode into a couple walking along the path. They stared at him and he hastily bowed and apologized, babbling something about the unusual heat and the sun before quickly making his escape. How odd. He was usually always so careful.
Letting his mind wander again, he was surprised to find himself on a path he did not recognize and looked around, badly startled to see that there was no one else about. It seemed that he had left the park entirely. He was surrounded by lovely trees, the sunlight filtering through leaves casting dizzying patterns on the grass.
Strangest of all, there seemed to be a strange sense of something pulling him. Towards what or who, he had no notion. Yet it was insistent and Simon followed himself following the call.
"Now, old chap, what have you gotten yourself into now? And where in heaven's name am I?"
The question was silly, really. Some part of him already knew.
The Wardwood.
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