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Post by Briar Erwood on Jan 17, 2022 18:17:53 GMT
thread title here  | Briars eyes went to her sisters. Mari looked at her with equal surprise. Talbot, the Dukes son, was offering to help her back to the blanket. Briar looked back at him "Thank you so much for your offer My lord." She said, messuring her words carefully, but of course her parents had not seen fit to tell her the proper protocal when you sprain your ankle in front of the son of a duke. Really that seemed like an oversight now seeing just how much Briar tripped and fell. "It's a plessure to meet you of course, I'm Briar Erwood-" She paused now, considering the effects of him walking her to the blanket while holding her up. Surly taking help when her ankle was hurt was not imporopper. But so many things she did seemed improper in some way...
Her sister jumped in, "I'm Mari, her sister, I do think we should go with your plan to get her back to our parents, they're just down the way. I'll hold her other arm, no one can think anything impropper is happening then." Mari's words were more to Briar then Bellamy, and Briar gave her a greatful smile and her cheeks blushed slightly and she nodded.
"Thank you, very much." Briar said softly to the both of them. |
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Post by Briar Erwood on Jan 17, 2022 18:04:47 GMT
Who's Daughter is this? | Briar caught her older brothers eye and promised herself that she would enact revenge against him for the way he smirked right now. It must be so entertaining from an outside perspective, the way she seemed to flownder in these moments where grace and reagalness were required....was reagalness a word? Who decided what were and weren't word- NO. She pulled her brain back into the moment.
"Oh no, now is a perfect time, I was just...using the quiet to get a head start on the blankets I make for the orphanage back home every winter. Their numbers keep growing and I would hate for any of the children to be left cold so I try to use any spare time to make some." She said as one of the kind maids took a moment to collect the fallen blanket and yarn and fold it back into its basket."Yes, thank you, Annie." She said softly to the maid as she smiled an encouraging smile and carried the basket off.
Briar looked back at the Duke, her stomach still in knotes. "Please sit, it really is so lovely to see you again. How is your mother doing, I hope well." She checked off the list in her head of what she was suppose to talk about with the Duke. Family yes, fairies no. Even though family was less interesting then fairies. |
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Post by Briar Erwood on Dec 8, 2021 1:01:41 GMT
The Quiet Dark | She hated the opera. It wasn't the singing or the prancing or anything to do with the art it's self. It was the lack of participation, the way she was expected to just sit and watch and not fidget and not talk. How her mother would reachover and put her hand on Briar's to make her stop picking at the dress she was wearing or the fan she was caring. It was being forced to not fall asleep while also not moving. Sometimes it felt like her legs were going to vibrate off her, to make a mad dash for freedom, only to be found hours later half way to wales. Then when she thought these things she was expected not to laugh at the image of two disembodied legs running down the road. It was madness, pute madness.
And so it was with great reliefe that Briar stood after what felt like an eternaty sitting still listening to some grand love story that she found neither lovely nore grand. Still she knew this was not the end of the night for the great houses of england must converge now in the loby to talk of how amazing the show was and the symbolism or the vibrato. People would ask Briars opinion and she would be far to embarressed to answer truthfully which was that she was thinking about how cats are the only animal we domesticated that cleans themself and given how discusting the act of cleaning a cow must be you would think the cow's would have figured that out. No instead she would say something about how 'the music was truely breathtakeing' and hope no one asked specifics. Not that they ever asked specific. |
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Post by Briar Erwood on Dec 8, 2021 0:49:54 GMT
Who's Daughter is this? | Briar sat on the couch of the sitting room with her brothers across from her. It seemed that the other night ball had yeilded very few suitors, for her at least, and her mother paced the room nervously as her father sat at the table drinking his tea and reading the mornings paper. To be perfectly frank Briar was unsure what they had expected. Besides a fair conversation with Mr. Bridgerton and possibly breaking another young mans toe in a pitiful attempt at dancing, and one blessidly short dance Duke William slade where she somehow did not make a fool of herself, it had been a pittiful attempt from Briar and she was sure it would yeild very few results. Unlike the blanket she was currently working on.Cascading down her lap was a blanket about 2/3's of the way finished. The strands of soft pink and blue yard trailed back to a basket at her feet. Her knitting kneedles worked fast as she stitched the blanket through.
"Surly you should be working on that in the winter." Bran was saying as he lazily sketched in a sketchbook.
"The winter will be far to late, besides, last year's blanket drive almost had to few, I won't allow that to happen again." Briar said, "Besides I've apparently already read to much today so, knitting it i-" Her words were cut off by the announcment of his grace. In her haste to stand her kneedles were knocked to the ground as was the blanket. Briar barley stopped herself from muttering one of the words she was not suppose to know before she looked up at the Duke. "Your Grace." She said, dropping a quick but not so graceful curtsy "How lovely of you to visit, please sit down." Her stomach was turning itself in knots. Surely he was not here to start courting her? It made no sense. She was the last daughter of a Baron, far below his rank and worse she was in no way fit to be the wife of a Duke, even she knew that. |
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Post by Briar Erwood on Dec 1, 2021 3:00:51 GMT
thread title here | If someone had appeared to her and offered a chance to disappear, a kind genie to offering her the ability to go anywhere but here Briar would take it. She would be anywhere but in the middle of the whispers and gasp where she had once again made a fool of herself and her family. Then someone broke from the crowd.
She looked up at the kind face kneeling down to help her. His dark hair and eyes, eyebrows furrowed in concern. She swallowed a little of her pride and took his hand. "My pride is more hurt than anything" She muttered softly, Her face betrayed her as she stood up though. She winced as she put weight back on her ankle. "Oh, no, my Ankle hurts more." She said with a light laugh, but her cheeks glowed with an embarrassed pink. "Thank you so much Sir."
Glancing behind the man she saw her sister had rushed down the stairs and was now hovering near them with a worried expression. "Oh Mari, really I'm fine, lets not pretend it's the worst fall I've ever taken I just need to get back to the blane-ow" Her words were cut off by the shot of pain as she tried to put the weight back on her ankle, but slower this time so obviously it would work. |
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Post by Briar Erwood on Nov 28, 2021 21:48:41 GMT
The picnic was supposed to be the easiest event for Briar. She had been allowed to bring a book and to casually flip through it. Her mother would stop her if she looked to entranced in the pages of the latest novel by L. Lodge, (a set of poems with strange and intense horror imagery that she was sure her mother would not approve of if she had read it), but as long as Briar looked approachable and allowed herself to have pleasant conversation with the young men who approached the family she would be fine.
The rub came when they asked her to take a walk. The estate they were on was beautiful and there were many amazing flowers and such for her to look at, but there were also steep stone steps that held a danger for the ungraceful girl. In an attempt to mediate this her Mari (who had come with her husband to assist her mother and father) had offered to take Briar on a walk around herself. The thought was that if she knew the land once she would have an easier time if any gentleman asked her for a walk. It would also serve to allow any gentleman to see Briar and know of her presence.
It had gone well at first, until the pair was going down the last set of stairs, Briar’s family blanket was in sight and Briar could see her smiling father looking proud that Briar had done the herculean task of not falling in front of all high society. That was, until the middle step. That blasted middle step which had somehow accrued some slippery mud. One moment all was well, the next Briar was sliding down the rest of the steps, drawing the attention of all onlookers as she finally came to a stop at the foot of the stairs, her hip and legs singing in pain and her right ankle throbbing worst of all.
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Post by Briar Erwood on Nov 28, 2021 20:57:04 GMT
Bridgerton, she knew that name at least and was sure her brothers had tried to brief her on the Bridgerton men. She had tried to pay attention of course but she had failed as she often did, and now she could not for the life of her pull any information of this one, other than he was the second son. Not that that mattered to her. If the second son ment so little the third daughter was next to nothing. No, the Erwood name would have to suffer many tragedy's before Briar's birthplace mattered much to anyone.
Briar glanced over her shoulder to her mother, who was still deep in discussion with her sister and a gentleman. “I don’t believe so, most someones or somethings are already engaged with my sister Morgan.” She gestured over to where her taller, more graceful, and more sociable sister was laughing politely to some joke the gentleman near her had made. As she did Briar caught a glimpse of the dance floor where well-bred ladies spun with handsome men. The womens dresses swayed with them but were cut too straight to puff out like her mothers old ball gowns, instead they just swayed with the movement of the dancers, all in pastels and greens.
“They look like Larkspur,” Briar said, the way the skirts moved reminding her of her family's gardens full of the tall thin flowers.She then remembered where she was “I’m sorry what an odd thing to say, please forgive me.” She rushed out, horrified that she had said the first thing to pop in her mind.
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Post by Briar Erwood on Oct 22, 2021 22:50:25 GMT
He was taller than her, which wasn’t surprising, most people were. Sometimes she wondered how she was so short and her siblings were so much taller than her. It seemed somehow unfair. But her mind didn’t wonder about that right now, instead, it managed to focus on the situation. Because if anything made her mind focus on the here and now it was panic. There were very few ways to handle a situation like this and Briar was never good at handling social situations. There was a short of a curse that came with being one of a larger family that lives far out from most society and it was the fact that you never had to learn how to interact outside of that family. Instead, you made friends with the people who had to like you by virtue of your last name.
”I am quite fine thank you, good sir. But I must apologize I do not believe we have been formally introduced, I am Lady Briar Erwood.” Briar curtsied quickly. She prayed that her mother would turn around quickly and save her...or maybe not. Maybe her mom would try to convince the man to dance with her, then Briar would be out on the dancefloor where only tragedy can happen. In a perfect world, Briar would get through this season without once stepping foot on that hellish ground.
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Post by Briar Erwood on Oct 20, 2021 1:29:11 GMT
Her dress was beautiful, and expensive, which made it more tragic that Briar, most likely, would rip or tare or stain it at some point tonight. It was a pale pink color with a patterned lace over it that swished and swayed as Briar moved. It reminded her of flowing water and for a moment her mind was not in the carriage on the way to her first ball as a debutant, but instead was in a world where water could be a light pink color and have soft white foam around the rapids. Would it change the taste, she wondered to herself. Shakespeare might disagree with her, for water by any other color must taste the same. Did Shakespeare ever consider such outwordly nonsense. Did he sit at his desk with his quill and consider that things that were one way not only could be, but aught to be another. If so, was that how he and others in his trade created such strange and wonderful worlds. Did the ancient humans do the same as they made fairy tales? She could have sworn that she read or heard somewhere that fairytales were passed down from generation to generation by word of mouth and there for changed at each retelling. How confident of someone to decided that they could tell the story better then those befo-
"Briar" The voice of her mother cut through the thoughts in her brain and Briar looked up to realize that the carriage had stopped. They had traveled such a long way while her thought spun loosely in her brain. Her mother now looked at her with a combination of worry and affection. "Do try dear, to keep your wits about you tonight my dear." She all but sighed. Briar felt the shame in her throat and swallowed. She nodded at her mother then fallowed her and her sister out of the carriage with the help of a foot man.
The room was beautiful. As she gazed up Briar saw a series of large chandeliers and the way the flames glimmered and danced on the candles, like they were alive, she thought. Her mind started to wander then, to escape her grasp but she held tight to it. It always wondered like this when she was uncomfortable, almost like it was trying to escape the place it was, and tonight she was very uncomfortable. Her arms were tense at her sides as her mother floated around the room. Briar had never once floated in her life, at least she was pretty sure she hadn't. Instead she just walked like a mere mortal fallowing her Goddess mother. And suddenly in her mind there was Persephone, the maiden married to the God of the Underworld. Had she floated around parties like these, had she giggled like the girls around her, aware that her husband might be in this room. Did it scare her? Would she have welcomed kidnapping to get away from this feeling of being watched? Or was she able to-
And then Briar felt herself bump into someone. It wasn't hard, nothing was knocked over, thank God. But it was solid enough that it required acknowledgement.
"Oh my word, I am so sorry I wasn't....I was distracted." She hurried forcing herself to take stock of where she was and who she had bumped into...and her heart sank slightly as she realized that she did not know who he was and there for knew not his title. Was he a lord? And earl? A waiter that she ran into? Well judging by the clothes not that last one. Still the young girl was left floundering as her mother had been distracted by a gentlemen talking to Briars sister.
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Post by Briar Erwood on Sept 15, 2021 20:02:20 GMT
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name:. Briar Catherine Erwood
.:Nick Name:. none
.:Rank:. The honorable Briar Erwood
.:Age:.18
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Briar is rather short for her age, standing at only 5 feet tall. It is to her eternal anger that it seems she will have to settle on this height, as she has not grown since her last growth spurt at 12 years old.
Her height and slim build give her and almost fae like aesthetic. This is exasperated by her full cheeks, large blue eyes, and wide bright smile, all framed by long blonde-ish brown hair.
.:Height:. 5 feet
.:Portrayed by:.Eloise Smyth
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.:Personality:. It’s bot that Briar is flighty or stupid, though many think she may be if they don’t take time to get to know her. She just loves new things and new ideas more then the old boring things and ideas. She fares through books like they are air, teaches herself insturments often, only to put them down after she learns enough to play one or two songs. She jumps from hobby to hobby, only sticking to a handful. The ones she does stick to she becomes great at, but mostly her fathers house is full of abandoned ideas and projects.
Along with this jumping interest Briars mind also tends to forget its self often. She prone to being just a little to loud, while discussing topics her voice raises in volume till someone in her family motions for her to take it down. At which point she fills with such shame and regret that she finds herself unable to speak the rest of the night. Sometimes people will be looking at her having a conversation they find important, but briar will be struggling to keep her mind there.
Briar tries to makeup for these short comings by being friendly and kind. She makes herself easy to talk to and is always smiling and offering complimentary words to people near her. She tried to keep conversations going in awkward silences and does her best to make sure every one is comfortable. If she keeps everyone happy, maybe they’ll forgive her when she looks out the window and gets lost in her thoughts of what it’s like to be under the ground in a rabbits warren…it must be so warm and dark.
.:Skills:. A jack of all trades and master of few Briar has learned much and taught herself more. She’s quite good at piano and has basic knowledge of violin, flute, harp, and has a decent singing voice. Her main hobbies that have out lasted all the others are reading and knitting. She also has a memory for facts, even though it fails in other places she remembers facts and stories.
.:Weaknesses:.Along with her absent mind making most boring academic education hard for her to pay attention to, Briar also seems to have been blessed with an awkward and forgetful body. During dances she trips and falls and she ends up with horrid bruises and scrapes. Her awkwardness fallows her off the dance floor too. She bumps into things, and knocks things over. More then once she has missed a step and found herself sliding down the stairs. She really tries her best but somehow accidents fallow her.
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.:Birthplace:.Bangor Wales
.:Family:. Idris Erwood (father), Glynis Erwood (mother), Mari Erwood (sister), Bran Erwood (Brother), Nicolas Erwood (Brother), Rhett Erwood (Brother Deseased), Morgan Erwood (sister).
.:Occupation:. None
.:History:. The third daughter and last child born to the Baron and Baroness Erwood, Briar grew up on the rocky shores and cliffs of Bangor Wales, the cold wet air filling her lungs. Her and her siblings often found themselves spending much time running around the country side or finding a comfortable place on the beach. Her elder sisters and her would sit on their blankets reading or lounging as the brothers ran into the water. It was a very lovely time and some days their parents would join them, sitting back while their father regaled his girls with tales of searving her magisty’s navy in France. Sometimes Briar thinks back to that time and wishes she could go back.
When Briar was 8 scarlet fever ripped through the servants of the Erwood family. Dispite the family best effort the infection spread to the children, Mari and Bran. Soon after this the children were split up and those uninfected sent to family and friends houses to wait out the illness. It would be months before they all were reunited and in that time one of their number would fall to the fever. The family buried Rhett in the family cemetery and time, cruelly, continued forward without him.
The family settled back into a rhythm, into slightly quieter days on the shore and partied and teaching their children how best to secure their futures some were better then others, and Briar found it hardest of all. But she comforted herself in knowing she had time and siblings. Then Mari was married off, with Bran short to fallow. Then Briar turned 18 and her parents decided that it would be better for her to have her first season while Morgan had her second. Now Briar faces the future, a world she has never been able to make herself fit in no matter how hard she tries.
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