Spyder Ainmire Cormac 20th June 1784
Octavia Cali Quinn 20th June 1784-13th April 1793
The creak of the rocking horse was kind of soothing to the boy, he didn't know why but the sound of the stirrups clinging against the wood was oddly familiar. Octavia moved her hand off the leg of the horse, letting it slow to a stop. An old looking bear with loose button eyes fell from the saddle of the house beside the children who stared at the ceiling till Spyder spoke up again.
"Do you remember how we got here?"
An eerie silence to his voice. Octavia shook her head, the thick curls brushing against the wooden floor. Her mother would not be too happy about that.
"I think I was running"
Octavia muttered quietly but was interrupted by another voice.
"Now running is nothing for a young lady to partake in"
A deep voice from above them called, kind yet somewhat demanding.
"Father!"
Spyder sprung up, turning to look at his father with a wide grin as he called up to the man.
"I was just telling Octavia about uhh, I forgot"
His face screwed up as the man ruffled the child's hair before the elder spoke.
"Well come along now you two, we have things to do and Octavia has etiquette school"
he said. Octavia's eyes widened, she'd heard of the place before, a school where young ladies learned how to become young ladies. A school that would take her away from Spyder.
Her mother had the suitcase ready and the carriage was ready. The only thing that wasn't ready was Octavia. The harsh grip from her Mother's hand on her arm was pretty painful bit she tugged nonetheless. Spyder had been shut in his room, desperately banging on the door to get to Octavia. He had no choice, he'd have to go through the window. Taking off his smart jacket, Spyder pushed the window open, the sides opening up giving him free access to the outside. The only problem was the sheer drop onto the stones below. His feet shuffled along the tiny stone lip that run along the house, luckily his tiny fingers could just about slide into the gaps between the stones.
Octavia gripped hold of the door as her mother pulled her arm, fingers slipping on the wood.
"Come along now Octavia!"
She hissed but the girl didn't stop screaming. Being so young she had little fight against her mother but her body went stiff when Spyder made his way round the front of the house, clinging so tight to the stones. When his father saw this, his heart jumped in his chest.
"SPYDER!"
He yelled to the boy. The yell made him stumble, his grip slipping and foot sliding off the lip. A scream left his lips he tumbled down, only to he caught by his father. Spyder clung to his father for dear life, tears crawling down his face as the man set him down. The sound of hooves however, took Spyder's gaze off his father and to the carriage that Octavia was being taken away in. Tears rolled off her cheeks as she smacked her hand against the glass. Spyder knew he coydlnt catch up though that didn't stop him trying
"OCTAVIA!"
He screamed, his father's hand wrapping around his little arms as he held the boy. Spyder continued to struggle to no avail as the carriage drove out of sight.
The ride was cold, Octavia hadn't said a word to her mother the entire time and as it grew darker she grew sleepy. Her mother had already dozed off a long while ago and so Octavia sat there, pulling hard on the lace of a delicately embroided duck egg blue dress. The rain hammered down but Octavia couldn't see anything in the dark. She wished so desperately that Spyder was there, she was growing scared as the carriage started to shake. Quickly grabbing the old leather case she made a rummage for her bear, but it was not there. Of course her mother wouldn't pack such a novelty item. The case was filled with fancy dresses and books. She sighed and sniffed as she curled into the corner of the seat.
A loud crack jolted the carriage violently to the side, the horses sped up, coming free from the carriage and a scream from the driver told the girl that he top was gone. Her mother took a tight hold of her, looking around quickly to assess the situation. That was when it started to tip. The carriage rocked backwards, Octavia made a break for the door but had no time to even open it as a sudden feeling of weightlessness overcame the two.
Spyder sat on his bed, a sulk on his lips as he held tight to the bear with the loose button eyes. He hadn't eaten that night and was hastily planning an escape attempt for Octavia when suddenly he froze. His eyes watered and he stared blankly at the ground. He didn't think he could breath as the bear slipped from his grip, rolling and tumbling to the ground.
As the carriage hit the bog at the bottom of the cliff face Octavia's body was thrown around like a rag doll. She couldn't even scream as the carriage began to sink, her head smashed against the ceiling she lay unconscious on the floor of the carriage. Her body succumbing to a wet and muddy end.
Spyder Ainmire Cormac 20th June 1784
Octavia Cali Quinn 20th June 1784-13th April 1793
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