RP Tullamore House

Dot: Oh. I'm chilly, could we get out of the woods now, please?

She attempted a cutesy smile.

Anthony looked around, trying to find that glimpse of light.

A: Yes... yes.

He took her arm.

There was only darkness. They left.

Camellia crept up to the window, looking through it into the warm study room beyond. She had been too tempted by the promise of the human world to stay away, drawn like a moth to a flame.

Anthony entered the living room, pottering about with the fireplace.

Camellia tiptoed along the outside wall, eventually coming to the large lounge window. She gazed in, then caught sight of Anthony.

C: Oh...

She ducked out of sight, nothing but a whip of blonde plait.

Anthony lit the fire and waited for somebody to call on him. His gaze fell on the large trees, their shadows masking so much more than he could imagine.

Sylvia strode in, up early and brisk as usual.

S: Ah, morning. Don't mind me!

She sat in a sofa facing the window, unbeknown to Camellia.

A: Can I help you with anything?

He asked, startled from his reverie.

S: Oh, no, I'm just going to be scribbling away.

She got out a notepad and pencil.

A: Ah.

He went back to the fireplace, straightening a vase that was off kilter slightly.

Writing peacefully, Sylvia didn't notice the girl's face at the window. Camellia put her hand to the glass and smiled, taking in the rich surroundings.

Looking at the window, Anthony thought nothing of the delicate woman pressing her small hand to the glass, and in his tired state went back to the vase. And then it hit him. His head whipped around to Camellia at the window, and his hands knocked the vase to the floor.

SMASH.

A: Ah! Oh I'm so sorry!

He exclaimed, picking up the larger shards.

Sylvia looked around at him from her book.

S: Oh, dear! It happens to the best of us.

Looking back around, she caught the window in her peripheral vision and did a double take. Camellia panicked and stepped back from the window, transfixed by the lady with red hair.

Anthony laughed it off.

A: A child from a neighbouring estate.

He gave Camellia 'go away' looks.

But Sylvia was staring at Camellia's exposed ears.

S: She's... why...

A: A child! Dressing up I'm sure.

He glared at her.

A: Shoo!

Camellia kept stepping backwards, plodding, but Sylvia was on her feet and hurrying to the window.

S: She's... beautiful...

A: I'll... Erm... Trespassing... Er...

Anthony dropped the pieces of the vase and ran outside. When he reached Camellia, he waved at Sylvia in the window and grabbed the sprite by the arm, pulling her away until they were out of sight.

Camellia's eyes never left Syvlia (plot twist she's a lesbian).

C: She's...

He pulled her further away.

A: You can't be here!

Sylvia was still at the window, staring. Camellia looked back at Sylvia, fixated.

C: I wanted to see the human people.

A: You can't! Come on.

He took her hand and walked her to the forest.

C: Oh, please, your house is so very beautiful.

(TEMPORARY 3G)

A: It doesn't belong to me.

He noted, trying to steer her towards the woods.