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Miss Emma Woodhouse
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Date Posted: 14:24:22 05/01/01 Tue
A young lady of fine stature enters the garden, her blonde curls dancing about her gown clad shoulders. A beautiful royale blue gown adorns her small frame, fitting as though a glove, long skirt falling in silky layers to her feet, which are clad in lovely blue sandal like heels. A crimson red sash pulls the engaging outfit to one, with her stunning gold chain and cross. The low swooping neckline leaves a vacant space for her necklace, cup sleaves reaching no farther than her shoulder.
Striding swiftly towards the bench, heels clicking upon the cobblestone, she awaits the call for dinner. Reaching out a petite hand, a lovely gold charm bracelt hanging about her wrist, she stokes the cool, clear pale blue water, her blue eyes dancing, the same shade as that of the fountain. Upon the golden bracelet hangs a small key, the name of her fathers manse upon the side. Along with that lay a gold cross, also a star.
Her rosey red lips curve in a gentle smile as she acknowledges the new comers. Her pale eyes lay upon the small frame of the child, a deep warming in her heart. Standing, she strides quickly to the most stunning edge of the garden, bracing herself against the flood of tears that threats to break her stronghold.
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