The Great Colonial Hall, Vesper
1230 OST
Wax likenesses of the Nation of Wasatch's greatest heroes stood poised at the golden door entrance of The Great Colonial Hall, staring absently through the visitors of a unique cultural fair. Beyond that, illuminated by soft lighting, several reproductions of famous national paintings displayed the more artistic side of the Boreas Nation.
Franklin Campbell received the visitors with rosy cheeks and an overeager smile, enjoying the limelight afforded to him by his father, Carson Campbell, Commander of the Expeditionary Force occupying the Carolina Islands.
"Welcome, welcome!" he proudly declared from behind a podium adorned with the Wasatch National Flag. "Please give your attention ladies and gentlemen to the Vesper Boys and Girls Choir, headed by Miss Winnifred Heathcote".
Winnifred Heathcote, a young woman ripely grown to nineteen, led the children of the choir as a profession, after participating as a peer for several years. The young woman had distinguished herself as not only a singer, but a staunch of the faith, and better yet, a favorite of Queen Alice who spent most of her waking hours tending to her Oceanic flock of tender youth.
Miss Heathcote wore her Sunday's best for the occassion, having just finished devotionals at the Mormon Temple a hop and a skip across the cobble stone streets of Old Vesper. As the young girls were known to, Winnifred wore a cream color blouse with the Covenant's fleur-de-lis fashioned at the breast, and obscured her long white legs with a dark crimson skirt, in the style of their Crimson Queen. Ribbons tied their hair back in short pony tails, long and jet black for young Winnifred, though a mixture of mousy brown and blonde for the rest.
"Girls in the front, boys in the back, get to it children!" she quietly ordered, sternly eyeing the little boys taking their positions, as they were known to tug on the pony tails of the maiden in front of them, or shame their fingers with a pinch in choice places at the flank. The eldest boy amongst them was sixteen, a bastard son of the Lordly Acres family who personally terrorized Miss Heathcote in her younger years with the choir.
Winnifred Heathcote calmly clasped her hands together at the first sign of her twenty five child alignment, refusing to waste a moment lest they began fidgeting and losing interest of the task at hand. She then turned to face the crowd with a warm smile, curtsying along with the row of young girls toward the silent throng of Wasatch-Cantigians, Engellexic-Cantigians, and a few properly Wasatch Ministers who were lending their ears to this rendition of their National Anthem.
They sang long, loud, and proud. Performing the foreign anthem with near the same tenacity they regularly sung out their own. She smiled again, this time with encouragement to the choir, before turning again to signal that they were finished. Franklin Campbell led an extended applause and approached Miss Heathcote with open arms, embracing the girl, only a few years his junior, with no spare of flirtations.
"Let me get you a drink later this evening, Miss, if it pleases you?" Campbell asked in a whisper. Winnifred considered him for a moment, considering his father the Commander actually, and nodded quietly before softly pushing her suitor back at gaping onlookers. Any show of public affection, real or perceived, could potentially tarnish her flawless reputation as the rising maiden of the Capital. In the event that Lady Geneva Heathcote perished or was otherwise unable to continue as Lady of the Capital, Winnifred was near the top of a very short list to replace her with the grace of the Queen.
1230 OST
Wax likenesses of the Nation of Wasatch's greatest heroes stood poised at the golden door entrance of The Great Colonial Hall, staring absently through the visitors of a unique cultural fair. Beyond that, illuminated by soft lighting, several reproductions of famous national paintings displayed the more artistic side of the Boreas Nation.
Franklin Campbell received the visitors with rosy cheeks and an overeager smile, enjoying the limelight afforded to him by his father, Carson Campbell, Commander of the Expeditionary Force occupying the Carolina Islands.
"Welcome, welcome!" he proudly declared from behind a podium adorned with the Wasatch National Flag. "Please give your attention ladies and gentlemen to the Vesper Boys and Girls Choir, headed by Miss Winnifred Heathcote".
Winnifred Heathcote, a young woman ripely grown to nineteen, led the children of the choir as a profession, after participating as a peer for several years. The young woman had distinguished herself as not only a singer, but a staunch of the faith, and better yet, a favorite of Queen Alice who spent most of her waking hours tending to her Oceanic flock of tender youth.
Miss Heathcote wore her Sunday's best for the occassion, having just finished devotionals at the Mormon Temple a hop and a skip across the cobble stone streets of Old Vesper. As the young girls were known to, Winnifred wore a cream color blouse with the Covenant's fleur-de-lis fashioned at the breast, and obscured her long white legs with a dark crimson skirt, in the style of their Crimson Queen. Ribbons tied their hair back in short pony tails, long and jet black for young Winnifred, though a mixture of mousy brown and blonde for the rest.
"Girls in the front, boys in the back, get to it children!" she quietly ordered, sternly eyeing the little boys taking their positions, as they were known to tug on the pony tails of the maiden in front of them, or shame their fingers with a pinch in choice places at the flank. The eldest boy amongst them was sixteen, a bastard son of the Lordly Acres family who personally terrorized Miss Heathcote in her younger years with the choir.
Winnifred Heathcote calmly clasped her hands together at the first sign of her twenty five child alignment, refusing to waste a moment lest they began fidgeting and losing interest of the task at hand. She then turned to face the crowd with a warm smile, curtsying along with the row of young girls toward the silent throng of Wasatch-Cantigians, Engellexic-Cantigians, and a few properly Wasatch Ministers who were lending their ears to this rendition of their National Anthem.
They sang long, loud, and proud. Performing the foreign anthem with near the same tenacity they regularly sung out their own. She smiled again, this time with encouragement to the choir, before turning again to signal that they were finished. Franklin Campbell led an extended applause and approached Miss Heathcote with open arms, embracing the girl, only a few years his junior, with no spare of flirtations.
"Let me get you a drink later this evening, Miss, if it pleases you?" Campbell asked in a whisper. Winnifred considered him for a moment, considering his father the Commander actually, and nodded quietly before softly pushing her suitor back at gaping onlookers. Any show of public affection, real or perceived, could potentially tarnish her flawless reputation as the rising maiden of the Capital. In the event that Lady Geneva Heathcote perished or was otherwise unable to continue as Lady of the Capital, Winnifred was near the top of a very short list to replace her with the grace of the Queen.