Damn-sel

[Xena Fisk]

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Spring was quite agreeable, Xena reflected, even if the brighter weather made it harder to be melancholy. As it was, she thought it rather apt that she should be, and being outdoors meant she could at least dwell on it in more picturesque fashion. The debutante was lazing in one of the small rowboats around the edge of the pond, chaperone sat on the dock.

She watched the clouds from under the edge of her parasol, enjoying the rocking of the boat in the gentle ebb as she sighed. It had been several weeks since she’d been rescued by Mr Sterling- it had been such an ordeal that she had not really noticed she had not seen him since* for quite some time, by which point she wasn’t sure whether he and Ari had had a falling out to account for him not visiting, and she was too distressed by it all to enquire further. Rationality told her it was probably her doing, in honesty, for she hadn’t made the most composed damsel.

What was the point of going through all of this if she was going to remain unmarried always? She was so very nearly 25!

Xena gave another sigh, then noticed the boat was rocking a little too much. A glance up told her she’d bobbed away from the dock she’d been apparently secured to, and as she scrambled into a sitting position, it confirmed that her chaperone was asleep- and her bag with her wand in also on the dock. Damn. Why did this always happen to her?

The debutante unsteadily stood, then promptly fell back to her knees when the boat almost capsized. There was nothing else for it. “Help!” She called. “Help!”

*Hope that’s ok!, @'Aurelia Herondale'

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