In one of the upstairs halls of the mansion is a decorative little table with a vase and some flowers on top of it. Underneath it is Miss Ada Clare, bent on all fours, apparently looking for something underneath the table and apparently unaware that she is blocking the way somewhat. Hopefully whoever comes by next watches where they're going.

She has heard no news of dark or evil in the woods, and so Ada Clare is moving happily along its edge, gathering up those flowers that look especially pretty, or what few fruits have been forgotten by those charged to pick them. She's gotten just the littlest bit freckled, on her cheeks and where Molly's dress reveals her shoulders, and her hair ( ( Read more... )

Ada Clare is in the closet that once contained the plot hole, rather precariously balanced on a chair. The door is open, and were that and her voluminous skirts not enough to notice, her shrill 'oh!' as the chair begins to wobble will likely draw attention.

Before the plot hole's sudden departure, Ada hadn't time to obtain for herself dresses better suited for the very warm summer months. She is left instead with layers and layers of petticoats and silks and crinolines that are very proper and quite fashionable, but very impractical and getting more and more uncomfortable as the temperature rises ( Read more... )

Ada wishes Esther were here ( Read more... )

Not much a one for snow, Ada has spent the past few days indoors. In such a state, however, one quickly runs out of things to do and, having tired of reading and sewing and various other ladylike pursuits, Ada has taken to wandering. The mansion is so very large, she feels quite certain she has not yet seen it all.

Ada has run afoul of the latest crackplot, and any who runs across her might find her acting far more like Molly Seagrim than herself. Ada, on the other hand, does not seem to have noticed any change at all.

Warning: Possibly inappropriate content in comments. Who'd have guessed one of Ada's posts would get that kind of warning?

Ada has found some small mending or other with which to occupy herself, and now sits bent over it, her brow all scrunched in concentration.

She is, in all honesty, waiting for Richard, whenever he might come and whatever he might require. But she would be glad of any other company, as well.

Ada is in the garden, near where some roses grow up against a wall. She is looking towards the flowers, though not at them, and is rubbing a leaf absently between her fingers. What she is thinking of is anyone's guess, though the picture she presents is far more pretty than pensive.

Having all but fled Freyja, Ada is hurrying down the hall, trying to find Tom. She is glad of something to do, even if she does not want to have to tell Tom about Richard. It's something to take her mind off how confused Freyja has made her. At least the situation with Richard would be resolved soon-- the one with Freyja made no sense at all.