first night at home
Dearest Maman,
I am writing to you from my new home!
As you know, I had planned to stay in Countess Dysart’s commercial lodgings, but I discovered to my shock that the prices for a room were far beyond my meager budget.
Before meeting with my employer, Miss Perspicacity Frost, I left my luggage with the porter in the lovely “welcome center,” which I understand is serving as something of a town hall until the next round of colony funding. I confess I was a few minutes late, but when I explained why (no excuses, Maman! you raised your youngest better than that!), she took me firmly by the hand (Miss Frost is a noted equestrienne, and as a result has a grip more than suited to hauling wisps of girls around) and let me to a lovely little cottage. In no uncertain terms, she told me that it was mine, and that she would select appropriate furnishings, rather than leave me to the whims of the quartermaster.
Thus, here I am. I am across the street from a lovely little park, and just at the end of the Academy’s private plaza. It has rained all day, so I didn’t feel guilty at all about setting up house, then curling up with a nice pot of tea.
I have nearly two months until I start teaching, but Miss Frost has named me Head of Department for Fashion, though I protested that I’m far too junior for such an august role. Miss Frost told me that I was wrong, and she wanted to hear no more of it. Aside from having had some level of manners beaten into me, I am mildly terrified of the lady, and quickly acquiesced.
And so, I am designing a Major Course of Study for the young ladies. My charges will have a mastery of technique and terminology, color and cut, past and present. I confess, despite my continued trepidations, I am quite enjoying the challenge!
I
t's quiet in town: I am one of the first to arrive who is not one of the founder-investors. But, there is both a lovely café and a quite respectable tavern next to the Academy’s main building, so I am well fed, and looked after.
Please give Papa my love, and my deepest sympathies to my brothers-in-law.
But seriously, my best to all,
Your loving daughter,
Hannah
first night at home
Dearest Maman,
I am writing to you from my new home!
As you know, I had planned to stay in Countess Dysart’s commercial lodgings, but I discovered to my shock that the prices for a room were far beyond my meager budget.
Before meeting with my employer, Miss Perspicacity Frost, I left my luggage with the porter in the lovely “welcome center,” which I understand is serving as something of a town hall until the next round of colony funding. I confess I was a few minutes late, but when I explained why (no excuses, Maman! you raised your youngest better than that!), she took me firmly by the hand (Miss Frost is a noted equestrienne, and as a result has a grip more than suited to hauling wisps of girls around) and let me to a lovely little cottage. In no uncertain terms, she told me that it was mine, and that she would select appropriate furnishings, rather than leave me to the whims of the quartermaster.
Thus, here I am. I am across the street from a lovely little park, and just at the end of the Academy’s private plaza. It has rained all day, so I didn’t feel guilty at all about setting up house, then curling up with a nice pot of tea.
I have nearly two months until I start teaching, but Miss Frost has named me Head of Department for Fashion, though I protested that I’m far too junior for such an august role. Miss Frost told me that I was wrong, and she wanted to hear no more of it. Aside from having had some level of manners beaten into me, I am mildly terrified of the lady, and quickly acquiesced.
And so, I am designing a Major Course of Study for the young ladies. My charges will have a mastery of technique and terminology, color and cut, past and present. I confess, despite my continued trepidations, I am quite enjoying the challenge!
I
t's quiet in town: I am one of the first to arrive who is not one of the founder-investors. But, there is both a lovely café and a quite respectable tavern next to the Academy’s main building, so I am well fed, and looked after.
Please give Papa my love, and my deepest sympathies to my brothers-in-law.
But seriously, my best to all,
Your loving daughter,
Hannah