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Fern-hunting parties became popular, allowing young women to get outside in a seemingly innocuous pursuit with less rigid oversight and chaperoning than they saw in parlors and drawing rooms. They may have even had the occasional romantic meetup with a similarly fern-impassioned beau. — Bree

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Sunrise Awakening
May 11th, 1888 — Lupin family residence, Sapphire’s Way
Between the two lady's maids, she normally took the morning shift to allow the other a few extra hours of sleep. She quite liked mornings - the chirping of the birds as they woke and the colors the sky turned. The peaceful quiet that hovered in the air, undisturbed even when the other started to stir to their tasks. So she took the morning shift as she would be up either way and she might as not spend it in a manner that would be unproductive.

Slipping into Elsbeth's room, she tucked a few things away from where they had been left out the night before and started the fire with a flick of her wand. With those housekeeping task complete, she pulled open the curtains and moved to wake Elsbeth - relying on the now streaming light and brief tap on the older woman's shoulder. "Mrs Lupin? It is time to get up and get dressed, ma'am. The sun is up and we ought be too."

She wondered if the woman would still be in a sour mood she had been in with the recent news of her brother's ex-fiance being outed as alive-ish and vampire. She couldn't blame her of course. Lyra was a vampire now! And she was worried about the possibility of Mr Echelon-Arnost still having feelings for the undead creature - the idea made her stomach twist and clinch. She didn't want him anywhere near her.

Elsbeth despised mornings. Most days, she slept well into the afternoon. After Lyra's reappearance and the frenzied notes that Elsbeth had left in August's office, she had instructed her lady's maids to wake her early. She needed to be awake if August stopped by. He didn't care very much to find her still in bed past noon, naked and probably drunk. He wouldn't be honest with her then, and she most desperately needed him to tell her everything that was going on between him and the vampire.

Still, it was difficult to pull herself out of bed. The soft, feather-down mattress and cloud-like fluffy comforter could keep her prisoner for the rest of her life, for all she cared.

"Did you bring firewhiskey?" She mumbled sleepily, curling into a ball and pulling the blankets further around herself to hide from the rays of sunlight.
As Elsbeth asked for the firewhiskey, she chuckled. "No Mrs Lupin, if you want firewhiskey you will have to get up out of bed," Linnie trilled, griping the blankets and pulling them back to expose the woman to the still chilly air - while she had lit a fire it would take a little bit to warm up. She wasn't surprised that she'd ask. If anything she expected it. But she frankly didn't think it was wise for her to have drinks if she planned on talking to August today.

"You did ask me to wake you early Mrs. Do you have anything you'd like to wear?" Once the blanket was far enough away from Elsbeth that she thought she couldn't reach it to pull it back, she picked her way to the closet.

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