First Day of Summer! ((Phil))

[Roselin A. Soulle]

Roselin ran through the doors to the outdoors in a significant rush yelling, "FIRST DAY OF SUMMER!!!! WHOOO!" She ran strait for the garden where there was a tree that had a Roselin-made tire swing. When she wasn't having lessons with Lenoir or talking to Carlotta, she was building.

And for a girl with little to no building experience, it was no wonder that it took her most of Spring to make the tire swing and make it wing with her weight on it without it falling on her! She jumped on and automatically began to swing around. She didn't mind that her hair kept getting in her face because for now, she didn't have care in the world! It was the first day of summer!

Roselin had already grown quite a bit while living at the manor. She started out as a very short haired 14 year old who was so hyper and happy that she was always bouncing off the walls. While wild hyper personality hasn't changed much, her appearance has a bit. She was now fifteen and her short hair was now about two inches below her shoulders. She didn't quite ever go to the village much anymore, no one really wanted her, she had everything she ever wanted here.

Finally, when the swing was making her so dizzy that she was starting to feel sick she jumped off and somersaulted onto the ground, hurting her hands and shoulder a bit but then she collapsed onto the grass and began to giggly madly. It had been kind of a while since she got to have this much fun. Sure, she got to play outside whenever she wanted but for a few months now, she had been dedicating herself more to things indoors. Finally after a little while of laying there in the grass and giggling, she calmed down a bit and closed her eyes while smiling, soaking up the sun.

[Philippe Maurice de Chagny]

Philippe had never enjoyed summer on land. The only time he had ever marginally tolerated the heat and sun beating down on him was when he was out at sea, the coolness of the waves beaming up its calm. He dreaded this day, the first day of summer, and wished he could rewind the clock to spring, when the air was crisp and his mood was better.

Even riding Aleta in this weather was unpleasant, though that didn't stop him from visiting her, as he did at least once a day. He was on his way back from the stables, his light summer jacket draped over his shoulder, cane holding him steady, and his necktie loosened from the heat, when he decided a stroll through the gardens would lift his spirits. He would have liked to have shed his vest and the tie itself as well, but he never knew when he might come across a young lady, and it would be most improper to have everything off all at once! His dislike of the heat however prompted him to remove the jacket, despite the warnings his upbringing reminded him of.

It was as he came to a peculiar wheel-shaped swing tied to a tree that he decided to stop. Even though it was mild English weather, Philippe had always taken to even cooler climates, being born on a rainy April day. He decided, though the device was strange, he might as well rest on the odd swing. He sighed, closing his eyes against the sting of lingering spring pollen. Before he knew it he was leaning back in the swing his cane balancing his equilibrium...

That was until the wheel dumped him on the ground, the Comte landing on his backside and staring up at the sun. He cried out, frustrated and tired, and resolved then and there to head inside as quickly as possible... until he saw the young girl.

Philippe turned over, just after he'd seen her laying across from him, and tried to stand, though his back and leg were starting to give out on him. "Forgive me, I didn't see you there, mademoiselle..." he began, with his customary courtesy toward young ladies, though as he looked at her her style of dress was a bit... off the wall to say the least.

((Hope this is alright...! Phil isn't cooperating properly for me, for some reason. :/))