A Weather Eye on the Horizon

A Weather Eye on the Horizon (28)

Hello... i just realized that i forgot the number "16" in my numbering of the entries, but i'm sorry. you know how long it took to do that? i had to go back and edit everything and it took years! so i'm not redoing it. So i'll just call this one 28 as well, just so you're not confused or anything. well, anyway, here you go and PLEASE COMMENT VOTE AND FAN!!!

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Friday, December 13th, 1720

Dear little book,

It is Friday the thirteenth. But of course, I do not believe in that superstitious nonsense. I simply thought I would mention it…

 Mama is getting closer and closer to her due date. I am a little worried about her… but then, I suppose I should not be, because she has had six children before this one, so she is not exactly a novice, is she? Still… I try to help her.

Today I once again went to the village, but this time to the Apothecary, to get some medicines for Mama. It was windy today, with a slight chill in the air that we have not had in a while. Certainly a large contrast to the baking summer days we have had.

I paused outside the tailor’s shop because a certain fabric caught my eye. I am not one to be interested in fabrics, because mainly they make dresses – I despise wearing them – but this one was very beautiful. It was a turquoise blue, so much like the very sea that I had sailed upon, with a lavender feather pattern embroidered on it.

At that moment, I heard a voice from behind me say, “Something catch your eye?”

I turned at the familiar voice, a smile already on my face. Sure enough, David was standing right behind me, leaning against a nearby pole, face tilted to the sun, and sniffing a rose delicately. He looked for the world the picture of the very smug aristocrat that he hated.

I resisted the urge to laugh.

“Yes,” I said airily, to match his attitude, and in a snobbish voice I would never use in public. Or private, for that matter. Or at all. “I was looking at these gorgeous fabric choices and trying to decide which one I am going to choose. Then I shall make a beautiful dress to wear to the Navy ball that I am going to with my own prince.”

David laughed, and said casually, “Well, I’m afraid I ain’t in the Navy, mate, so your prince won’t be taking ye.”

I smiled. “How do you know I meant you?” I pointed out.

He looked at me. “Who else?”

I shook my head, mock-wearily, and followed him through the town, shop to shop. We talked, what about I cannot remember for the life of me now. It was nothing important… and we both stayed away from the topic of the William.

We stopped once at a flower stand, where there were beautiful purple, bright red, orange, and yellow flowers displayed for the world to see. They caught my eye, and I could not help picking one. David took it from me and put it in my hair. I smiled, but then the angry flower owner saw us.

“Are ye going to pay for that, missy?” he demanded, scowling.

I hesitated, reaching for the rose. “I do not have any money left,” I admitted. “Can I give it back?”

The man sighed in frustration. His rudeness was getting to me, and I glared at him but he ignored me. “Not now that you’ve picked it!” he said, outrageously angry at such a little crime.

I sighed. “I do not have any money.”

The man scowled, and then looked at David. “What about you, then, boy?” he asked. I looked at David also.