Post by Clairee Donya on Aug 17, 2016 11:04:49 GMT
OPEN TO Roan Everette
Clair was wearing a nice cream colored, high collared blouse with buttons down the front and cuffs on the sleeves. It was one of her best shirt and it was a little faded from repeat wear. Her legs were outfitted in another long skirt, this one of a tougher material than what she would wear into the city. Something she could go toe-to-toe with her brothers in and not worry about their shenanigans tearing the material.
Déjà vu.
It was the same outfit she'd worn to that disastrous dinner with Adel and his army pal Roan. The memory had occurred to her when she'd gotten dressed this morning, but it was banished to the back of her mind ever since.
She had to go to church this morning with Pa and the rest, on account of it was Sunday and they hadn't missed a service since he was discharged from medical care after the soup kitchen fires. Seemed the Donya's would spend every sabbath in Church demonstrating their unending gratitude with unerring patience. It wasn't the most pleasant of experiences, since the pastor had a way of preaching anti-ander rhetoric, but even her family with their own secret to keep were often reminding her to "see passed that, and look at the bigger picture," the bigger picture being the almighty's divine mercy and grace. That was all well and good if the almighty wanted to be merciful; she didn't mind that, it was his congregation she'd like to see be a bit more merciful. She felt like an outcast in their righteous embrace
Rather than reminisce over the divine teachings from today's service, she volunteered to feed the livestock and that is exactly what she was doing. In her Sunday best - she pronged the hay bale with a pitchfork and carried one load after another to each of the stalls to feed their cattle. One of their cows was nursing a new born calf. Clairee gave her double the serving as the rest, then leaned on her stall to watch them feed.
Clair was wearing a nice cream colored, high collared blouse with buttons down the front and cuffs on the sleeves. It was one of her best shirt and it was a little faded from repeat wear. Her legs were outfitted in another long skirt, this one of a tougher material than what she would wear into the city. Something she could go toe-to-toe with her brothers in and not worry about their shenanigans tearing the material.
Déjà vu.
It was the same outfit she'd worn to that disastrous dinner with Adel and his army pal Roan. The memory had occurred to her when she'd gotten dressed this morning, but it was banished to the back of her mind ever since.
She had to go to church this morning with Pa and the rest, on account of it was Sunday and they hadn't missed a service since he was discharged from medical care after the soup kitchen fires. Seemed the Donya's would spend every sabbath in Church demonstrating their unending gratitude with unerring patience. It wasn't the most pleasant of experiences, since the pastor had a way of preaching anti-ander rhetoric, but even her family with their own secret to keep were often reminding her to "see passed that, and look at the bigger picture," the bigger picture being the almighty's divine mercy and grace. That was all well and good if the almighty wanted to be merciful; she didn't mind that, it was his congregation she'd like to see be a bit more merciful. She felt like an outcast in their righteous embrace
Rather than reminisce over the divine teachings from today's service, she volunteered to feed the livestock and that is exactly what she was doing. In her Sunday best - she pronged the hay bale with a pitchfork and carried one load after another to each of the stalls to feed their cattle. One of their cows was nursing a new born calf. Clairee gave her double the serving as the rest, then leaned on her stall to watch them feed.