Davina and Joanna
“Blind!” Richard was surprised by that announcement, the lifeguards exchanging a quick look between themselves. But as Joanna requested assistance with such a pretty smile, Richard couldn’t help but smile back even if the lady couldn’t see it. “My apologies. We’ll take a look at that ankle in just a moment, but first lets get you somewhere more comfortable. Here, put an arm around my shoulders, here.” Richard guided Joanna to settle the arm around his shoulder and then bent, scooping the lady up into his arm. “There. This way there won’t be any pressure on your ankle so you aren’t hurt further.” He announced to Joanna with a grin.
“There were some seats in th sunroom. Your friend might be most comfortable there for noe.” Damien explained to Davina with a reassuring smile, laying a hand on her shoulder for a moment, as Richard turned to to head back the way from where the lifeguards had came from while carrying Joanna in her arms. “I shall go and get something to fortify you. Tea. Yes. And sugar water.” Wiping her hands in her apron the maid rushed off again, presumably to bring some treats to the small group.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, ladies,” Damien commented, offering his arm to Davina to take so that they could follow Richard and Joanna. “Do no worry, you did not calls us away from something. We are not on duty today.”
It took a few moments of shocked blinking for John to realise that the lady had actually agreed to kiss him. And once he finally grasped it, the blood in his body didn’t seem to know where to go, his ears turning crimson even as her cheeks paled a bit as the lad fidgeted. Fiddling with his hands the boy was truly at a loss as to what to do. He opened his mouth to say something but then Heather had descended upon him, giving him the most thrilling and frightening kiss of his life. Unable to do anything but follow her words, John opened his mouth to receive the kiss as he clumsily attempted to repeat what Heather was doing.
“Umm.” John didn’t quite know where to turn his eyes, he was the one who was supposed to make a woman’s knees go week with a kiss! But certainly Heather was having butterflies in her stomach too. Maybe she was feeling a bit faint even. Francesca had always said his kisses made her feel a bit faint. Cheered by the thought John managed to smile and held out his hand for Heather to take a ribbon. “Ribbons. Yes. Uhm. Here, my lady.”
Temperance consists in indifference about little things, and in prudent and well-proportioned zeal about things of importance.
- William Pitt, 1st Earl of Chatham
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