Dreamer's Ball [ENOLA HOLMES]

seven; fancy ladies

chapter seven; fancy ladies

Surprisingly, Amélie was the last awake among the group the next morning. She blissfully slept as her mind was filled with her nightly dreams of the life she wished she could live... but if she wasn't the first awake... who was? Enola, in fact, was the first awake out of the group.

From her position near the long dead fire, she noticed two figures leaning against each other as they rested under a tree. Enola rubbed her eyes, making sure her drowsiness wasn't making her see things. Pierre and Amélie slept with their heads leaning against each other (Pierre's head was on the girl's shoulder while Amélie's head rested against Pierre's) Enola rose from her place of rest and walked to her friend as a pit of a new feeling bubbled within her with each step toward Pierre and Amélie. She stood over them, her eyes watching Amélie sleep, admiring the girl... but something within her was nagging at her, bothering her about something... specifically Pierre. Why did Amélie so eagerly want to be with Pierre last night? Sure, Enola needed to cut Tewkesbury's hair in order to disguise him, but they didn't need to split off. Amélie picked Pierre... over her. Enola scoffed at that.

But they were just sleeping so why was she so upset? Enola hadn't a clue, but she wanted it to stop... so... she aggressively shook Pierre awake so he'd stop resting against Amélie. Startled, the poor boy jolted awake, jerking his head up. Amélie grumbled due to Pierre's sudden reaction, but her eyes remained closed as she repositioned herself with her head against the wood of the tree. Enola grumbled a quick "good morning" before returning back to where she slept that night to wake up the marquess. Confused, Pierre adjusted his glasses that had shifted awkwardly on his face due to sleep. What was that for? He decided that Enola might have just wanted a head start on the morning trip.

Pierre rubbed his eyes and softly nudged Amélie to gently ease her into reality (unlike how he was awoken), "Amélie." He whispered.

The French girl's eyes fluttered open as she groggily mumbled, "Hmm? Je suis réveillé." Even if Amélie was a morning person, she didn't like when others woke her up. It disrupted her body's schedule. It was meant to do its own thing.
(Hmm? I'm awake.)

"Enola wants us ready to go." He told her to which Amélie's eyes shot open completely. She could only hear Enola's name but that was enough to get moving.

Pierre helped Amélie to her feet with a smile. Amélie returned the smile before walking back to where the fire once was with Pierre trailing behind her. Enola and Tewkesbury were waiting for them (Enola seemed more cross than usual). Amélie's jaw dropped at the sight of the marquess... his hair was missing, well not really... but those long locks were now replaced with a short cut, something similar to what André or Pierre had only slightly messier.

But Amélie's reaction was tame in comparison to what Pierre did. His jaw slacked at the sight, he even recleaned the lenses of his glasses to make sure he was seeing properly. "Oh Tewky, your hair!" He gasped, reaching toward the Marquess. Pierre, in all his years of knowing Tewkesbury, had never seen him with hair shorter than his shoulders. He just couldn't believe it.