At Least She's Not Drooling [TLM]

[Corina Winthrop]

DATE: December 29th, 1885
TAG: @OPEN
WORDS: 210
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Corina spent most of her time at home, more so now than ever before since her disappearing act. Apparently she was being watched more carefully so she didn't wander off again. How she had escaped being sent to a lunatic asylum at this point was a mystery. Still, no one had stopped her from visiting the club which she didn't frequent very frequently at all.

Corina had come equipped with some needlepoint that she had told herself she was going to actually work on while she was there. She also had a little something in her pocket to make sure she could handle the afternoon. Another lady had come and sat down next to her and Corina was trying her damnedest to pay attention but she had dosed herself with Laudanum before arriving and she had been hasty in her administration and overdone it a bit. Consequently, she was struggling to remain awake.

Eventually she lost the fight. Her head was tilted at an awkward angle and her needlework lay in her lap on top of her now still hands. However, her eyes were still half-open and glazed over. The only thing suggesting she wasn't dead from an initial observation was the sound of labored breathing and a gentle snore.
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[Bellamira Dawlish]

Bellamira and her husband had just arrived from their trip from Fort Lestrange yesterday. As much as she would love to stay, avoiding her father had become a very daunting task. He seemed to be everywhere she went.  Years had passed since after their fight and Aurelius already forgave her but it wasn’t easy making conversation without it turning awkward.

For the afternoon she had decided to spend it in her The Lady Morgana. The healer had arrived with someone already in there. Mrs. Corina Winthrop was not a friend of hers but she was close to her husband’s age. She did find her a bit odd though. Nonetheless she did not find anything against the older woman so she sat close to her. The two of them were conversing about tea and Christmas while doing needle work.

“Rose petal tea is also quite lovely! Have you tried any other flower teas?” she asked. After a minute passed no answer came from her companion. She heard a light snore and looked up to see the lady’s sleeping state. Was she that boring to talk with?  “Mrs. Winthrop.”She softly called out while gently tapping her arms.

  

[Corina Winthrop]

DATE: December 29th, 1885
TAG: @'Bellamira Dawlish'
WORDS: 183
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Corina groaned and her eyes criss-crossed, one eye-lid slowly drooping half-shut. A particularly loud snore followed. She was having a lovely dream about a three-legged unicorn who could somehow fly except then it suddenly turned into the giant squid and it kept trying to touch her face with its tentacles, only for her face to suddenly disintegrate and then a flock of birds with her face suddenly attacked the giant squid. Then they turned on her.

"Don' touch me!" she she slurred loudly as she jolted awake. She aimed a slap at the other woman's hand on her arm, purely out of reflex. She blinked slowly a few times, her eyes struggling to focus and remain open. Slowly, she turned her head towards Bellamira and stared at her for a while. Her mind was moving very slowly, she kept have to repeat things to herself and remind herself what she was meant to be thinking about. Finally, she spoke. "Hello." Reaching out, she gently (and clumsily!) tried to pat the other woman affectionately on the cheek, a dopey grin forming on her face.
 

  

[Bellamira Dawlish]

The sleeping woman must be busy to be able to have lack of sleep. She should perhaps send a sleeping potion to her. It was her jobs as a healer after all.  If it wasn’t a public place, she wouldn’t have minded letting her have some shut eye.

Bellamira was surprised when the lady swatted her hand away. Perhaps she should send her home. The club was not a place for taking naps and it would be embarrassing for the woman to be seen in such state. Finally the older lady waked up but she didn’t expect for the half-asleep Corina to pat her cheeks. A light flush formed on her cheeks from the slight embarrassment and shock. If it wasn't her being patted, it would have looked hilarious. “Hello.” She replied politely while removing the woman’s hand from her face. “Mrs. Winthrop I think it would be best if I send you home.”

  

[Corina Winthrop]

DATE: December 29th, 1885
TAG: @'Bellamira Dawlish'
WORDS: 137
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Slowly, very slowly, Corina's brow knitted together to form a frown of confusion. Sent home? Wasn't she home already? Who was this person who obviously wasn't one of her children? It took a little squinting but she finally remembered her. By face at least. "Don't be silly," she chuckled lazily. "What are you doing here? Did I invite you?" Was she supposed to be having tea? Was she a guest of Caroline's? Oh wherever was her Carrie? Corina had a feeling that she had been deprived of her eldest daughter's company for a while. Presently, she had forgotten the girl was at finishing school. She had also forgotten it was the holidays presently.

"Have you met my Carrie? She's the sweetest little... radish." Apparently 'radish' seemed like an appropriate word to describe with affection her daughter.
 

  

[Bellamira Dawlish]

A sleeping Mrs. Winthrop was much better than this one. Bellamira could just leave Mrs. Winthrop and the club’s servants can take care of her but her conscience just couldn’t. Perhaps after this whole ordeal was done she would send some sleeping potions to the woman. The poor dear was lacking sleep.
She was being silly? What the heck! If the tea pot, teacups and small treats weren’t enough to make her notice what they were doing then she was truly convinced that she was half-awake. “We were having tea.” Until you decided to take a nap.

“Yes I have on several occasions.” As a mother, it was just natural for her to call her children with affectionate words. ‘Raddish’ was just a unique word to use to describe her daughter and the vegetable was far from sweet. The least she could do was continue their tea like nothing actually happened.”And yes she is a sweet girl.”

  

[Corina Winthrop]

DATE: December 29th, 1885
TAG: @'Bellamira Dawlish'
WORDS: 133
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How odd that they should be having tea and yet she couldn't remember anything about having tea with Mrs.... Droolish? Door? Something. Her head was murky at best presently. Caroline was definitely better to think about, Corina knew plenty about Caroline. Or she thought she did anyway, she was hardly the worlds most attentive mother and she was woefully forgetful.

"Have you ever met such a sweet little angel? She's ever so good to me is my Caroline. Dear little Carrie..." she sighed very deeply and fell silent as her eyes glazed over, her mind floating away to think about various things that weren't tea, Mrs. Dawlish, or Caroline. For example, what colors were in the wallpaper and how soft a nearby rug might or might not be. "Soft..." she mumbled to herself.
 

  

[Bellamira Dawlish]

Bellamira didn’t know how long she could keep up with this....woman in her current state. Maybe, she could have a cup or two of tea then she could leave. “She must be a very fine lady, Miss Winthrop is under the tutelage of Mrs. Pendergast after all.” The healer couldn’t actually give an impression of a girl she never had met. Hopefully, the woman’s children were much more normal than their mother.

Mrs. Winthrop whispered something inaudible and Bellamira couldn’t help but get curious. Perhaps she was saying some secret or something. “I’m sorry I didn’t hear that.” The brunette said while shifting ever so slightly to lean closer to hear better.

  

[Corina Winthrop]

DATE: December 29th, 1885
TAG: @'Bellamira Dawlish'
WORDS: 69
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"Hrmmm what now?" she inquired after some delay in which she was mostly confused. Noticing that the other woman had moved closer, Corina also leaned in closer, seemingly thinking that she ought to if Mrs. Dawlish was. Except when Corina leaned in she leaned in a lot closer and stared lazily at her. "You have a nice nose shape, Mrs. Drawlish," she mumbled, not even noticing her own mispronunciation.
 

  

[Bellamira Dawlish]

She moved back when the woman had leaned and ignored the mispronunciation;“Thank you... I guess.”A compliment about her nose was the least she had expected. “Your hair is a nice shade of blonde.” She politely praised since Bella thought it was a nice thing to say. Now she knew a lot about Mrs. Winthrop: 1.) She had no idea what personal space was 2.) She really loves her daughter and 3.)She should avoid talking to her next time. While Corina hadn’t done anything to anger or offend her, the woman’s oddness was troublesome. She wanted to end their conversation soon but her kindness wouldn’t let her leave the woman.“Ummm... Are you alone or is your lady's maid waiting outside?”

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[Corina Winthrop]

DATE: December 29th, 1885
TAG: @'Bellamira Dawlish'
WORDS: 206
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"Waiting outside where?" As it was, there was no Lady's Maid waiting outside for Corina had failed to notify anyone that she was leaving before she up and left. People had been more reluctant to let her leave since she her months of absence but she was hardly watched like a newly mobile toddler.

The laudanum was steadily wearing off and the haze was lifting, leaving Corina feeling nothing short of dreadful. It was only now that she was starting to notice. "Where am I? I need- I need my..." She clumsily patted herself, looking for a top up, but it seemed she hadn't brought any with her. This realization did much to help sober her, but most of all she was now agitated. "I need to- I need to get my... thing." Panic was setting in. Unsteadily, she staggered to her feet, a hand still searching herself limply for a tiny bottle of laudanum but with no luck.

"I must go, Mrs. Delight, right now," she drawled distractedly. After some more fumbling, she found her wand and took it out, unaware of her shaking hand. "Good...day I suppose..." Without further ado, she headed for the door, swaying slightly and trying to remember how to apparate.
 

  

[Bellamira Dawlish]

Bellamira stared at the now confused Mrs. Winthrop. It didn’t seem like she entered the club with someone. Was it safe to have her leave alone? Probably not. “You need what Mrs. Winthrop?” she asked worriedly but her question wasunheard.

“Wait-“ Should she come with her? Corina would probably be a lot more troublesome to send home than having pleasant conversation over tea. And it was very annoying that she kept on saying the wrong surname. “-Never mind. Good Day, have a safe trip home.” She continued cordially as she watched her stagger. A card and maybe a pepper up potion might be a good late Christmas gift... The healer probably threw in a bottle of Draught of Peace too.