mini scenario for matilda

[Felix Baxter]

mini scenario

Matilda Ramsbury

[Matilda Ramsbury]

"Felix and Matilda are old friends trying to find each other again"

Tilly had woken up that morning feeling a sense of longing and nostalgia after a very precious, yet melancholic dream. It had been about Felix, a name she hadn't forgotten but also hadn't left her mouth in years. Felix had been her friend during her childhood, someone she had not expected to be in her life due to their different upbringing. Yet, destiny had allowed them to be in each others lives even if only for a brief period of time and despite her parents' disapproval.

The dream had brought those memories back to the surface, with real scenarios of their childhood playing in her head as she was deeply asleep. Tilly had woken up agitated and confused, mistaking Lansdowne House for the house on the coastal hill of Sidmouth and found herself wondering what had happened to Felix since they had last seen each other.

Unable to shake the thought from her mind, she asked one of her trusted servants who had served her aunt in the past if she remembered Felix and had any information on his whereabouts. After a few moments of thought, the servant recalled that Felix had become a blacksmith and worked in a nearby town, and such information brought a new glow to Tilly's chestnut coloured eyes.

Dressing in a discreet beige dress with soft golden details and a matching long coat, the Marchioness found herself stepping inside a blacksmith's shop.
"Felix?" she called him loud enough, remembering his condition. "It's me, Tilly."

Felix Baxter

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When the past comes back

[Felix Baxter]

the sound of silence is all that is heard

Felix often felt as if his hearing had grown far worse over time. But having learned to adapt to it as the years went by, resulted in needing to create ways to compensate. While his hearing had grown weaker, his other senses had grown stronger which he used to his advantage. So when he was in the back working, he had attached a device to the door, trailed by a string that led to his workshop. That string attached to a bell and though he could not hear it, he could see it from his peripheral. Removing his gloves and wiping his hands on his apron, he made his way to the front of his shop, though froze in place when he saw who it was. Matilda Ramsbury. She had been such a dear friend to him, and someone that he was always honored to know. Someone who had shown kindness to a mere lower classman -- at the time. He also knew that her parents could not have possibly approved -- more aware of such things now as an older individual rather than that of a child. So what she went through to build a friendship with him . . . meant the world. "Tilly?" He both questioned and acknowledged out of awe upon seeing her. His eyes had widened a little at the shock and they had clearly controlled his words for when the shock subsided enough, he realized that what he said, could have caused great offense. Slightly shaking his head upon this realization, he quickly added. "I mean . . . M-Miss Ramsbury." The words sounded so foreign upon his tongue yet, he was not a child anymore. He knew more now and . . . he should have known better. "How . . . " --Was she here? -- Long had it been? -- "Are you?" Was all he could utter upon seeing this wonderful surprise. tagged Matilda Ramsbury

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