Enola Holmes HIDDEN IRIS'

6 - To be without power

third person POV:

Sixteen years ago...

Kindrea arrived at Ferndell with her mother, her father passing the year before leaving them to work every hour of the day in whatever job they could acquire, "Remember Kin," her mother started her lecture of proper behavior in the workplace, "Only speak when spoken to," her mother looked over at Kindrea, "And tame your hair!" she whisper-yelled.
Kindrea rolled her eyes, pulling her hair back into a some-what silk pony-tail, the best she could do without a mirror, "Who did you say owned the estate, mother?" Kindrea asked, looking up at the large house.
"Mr Holmes, he has graciously offered to house us for our job," her mother said proudly.
Proudly was an accomplishment for the woman, to be taken in as a maid was a proud thought for the woman.
For Kindrea, she saw it as a cheap way for Mr Holmes to get free-ish service.
"He has two boys, the oldest has left home and the other is 14, same as your age, they also have a two year old who you will babysit," Her mother informed her, Kindrea straightened her posture as her mother knocked on the door.
Glancing back to the lush meadows that surrounded the house she noticed two males tracking up one of the trails, one older with a mustache, the other a shorter boy with dark hair.
The door opened snapping Kindrea's attention away from the two males, "Ah!" Another tall male stood on the other side of the door with a pleased look, "You made it," he happily cheered. Glancing towards where the two boys were walking our way, the man before us yelled, "Mycroft! Sherlock!" The attention was drawn their way, "Come and meet our new staff," the man offered, turning back to the two women in front of him, "I am Mr Holmes and these are my sons, Mycroft and Sherlock," he introduced.
"Pleasure to meet you," Sherlock offered his hand, Mycroft staying silent, his expression showing distaste for the interaction with the help.
Kindrea's mother shook Sherlock's hand "You as well," she smiled.
Sherlock reached his hand towards Kindrea, the girl locking eyes with the male, "Yes, pleasure," Kindrea offered, disliking the interaction just as much as Mycroft.

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Kindrea had the afternoon off, taking a stroll through the trails on the estate ground, "You seemed displeased this morning," a boy's voice called, Kindrea looked around her, finding Sherlock coming out from behind a tree. "If I didn't know any better I would assume you didn't want to be here," Sherlock smirked.
Kindrea rolled her eyes, the realization that she had done that action in front of her employer's son hitting her and causing her to straighten, "My apologies," she bowed her head.
"Please don't tell me you are as rule-following as the others," Sherlock sighed, "The way you hold yourself made me think you would be able to hold a conversation," Sherlock tilted his head. Kindrea stayed silent reminding herself of her mothers endless lectures. Sherlock on the other hand analyzed the girl's behavior throughout the day, her body language, Sherlock knew she would break her act of the good employee if he provoked her enough. "Darn, just as boring as the rest of them," he smiled.
Kindrea scowled, hiding it by lowering her head told him he was getting to her already.
"Probably too uneducated to hold a good conversation anyway," Sherlock provoked further.
Kindrea scoffed, lifting her head, "I doubt a conversation with you would hold my interest anymore than a discussion with a monkey!" Kindrea growled.
The smile on Sherlock's face didn't falter, "My apologies, but I was correct, you are not like the other staff," he offered his arm, gesturing to the trail.
"You are the brother that is studying detective work?" Kindrea took his arm, the 'polite' thing to do, Sherlock nodded, "Will you tell me about it?" She asked, looking ahead at where she was walking.
Sherlock glanced her way, the wild curls interested him, never seeing hair like hers, "I think you should stick to romance literature, easier to understand," Sherlock offered in a genuine way, not wanting to trouble the girl with the mysteries of crime.
Kindrea scoffed, "I don't like romance, I prefer reading mystery novels, so..." Kindrea trailed off waiting for him to elaborate.
Sherlock, stunned by the revelation, nodded his head, "I find detective work..."