The wind was carrying the gentleness of the oncoming summer. Isabella was dancing elegantly and gently in middle of the rose garden covered by golden cage like stage but it was just a metallic canopy to sit in.
She was practising for her long awaited ball for her debut in high society. Ella was watching her dance like a feathered bird looking to please a lover from up on the high veranda from one of the entertaining room.
Ella was busy dotting the room with flowers and lace with the maids to welcome her friend. A fellow daughter of a count after two months of not seeing each other.
She with a book in hand headed towards the kitchen to record the life of workers in her own handwritten book.
Many of the pages were already filled with scribbles of her observation. Unlike her siblings dream to achieve what wasn't yet achieved in their own society.
Her head was filled with observing, experiencing and recording new cultures and settings of far away lands.
Oceans apart and she wanted to visit the so called tropics where ice and snow is unheard of and of sand dunes, savannah and grasslands.
To see and touch all kinds of different creatures that even her imagination finds hard to fully imagine.
Many of the people said she wanted to live a life of a commoner and not a commander., a leader.
A life at sea and forest without a slightest bit of fame nor fortune. It didn't have comfort of a home nor family. Neither of luxury and love but meant for commoners and scum of society.
Which will only lead to poverty and is filled with struggles without a bit of elegance of a woman and nobleness of a lady.