THE LITTLE PARK
The Little Park extends around the north and east sides of the Castle, and encompasses about 500 acres of land. Once the cool morning mist has broken, many courtiers gather here to socialize and enjoy the mild temperatures. Mostly it consists of several beautiful lawns which are given over to a variety of sports and diversions. Hedges and small woods delineate different areas including a green for lawn bowls, a course for pale-maille, and an archery range that is open to men and women alike. Occasionally, tournaments and matches are held with stands erected for the spectators. There are also a great many manicured riding trails threaded among the playing fields, which offer a milder alternative to the unkempt tracks in the rest of the Great Park. For those interested in less vigorous pursuits, there is also a small pond, encircled by a gentle walking path. Every morning and evening, the shrubs and bowers surrounding the pond are alive with the rustlings and cheerful strains of songbirds as they feverishly consume the feast of seeds & berries that will sustain them through the long winter.
She was dressed a bit warmly knowing it would not do to catch a chill even though of late she had always seemed to feel hotter than a camp fire. A deep blue day dress with ivory accents was put on as well as a matching snood. A dark colored cloak was put about her shoulder, but the hood was kept down.
With Melinda beside her, Alexandra headed towards the Little Park close to the small pond using the gentle walking path. She walked about a bit with a blanket in her arms. Melinda held her sketching pad, a stool, and a few other accessories intent on taking up a few hours on her art assignment finding a spot that truly inspired her, but kept her safe despite the early hour.
She could hear the sounds of the songbirds and thought of her own little red bird that was set free. The gift that Rochester got her for her birthday so many months ago.
Thoughts went back to the task on hand as Melinda placed the stool where Alexandra indicated was a good place with a view over the small pond, shrubs, and her excitement bubbled with a vibrance that was usual for the fiery haired woman. Once everything was set up taking a lot of George's lesson to heart, she settled down as comfortably as she could and began to sketch.
Her maid kept her thoughts to herself, but it was nice to be outside and when her mistress was not looking, she would smile and wondered if she would be able to see the sun set.
The flame-haired woman was intent on at least starting her assignment and remained in silent contemplation and concentration with a few inaudible sounds of frustration, exhaling and starting once more.