She would freely admit to anyone that her feelings for the clubhouse were indifferent. Her drunken attempt to bring a man over had ended in several different disasters- namely a broken tea cup, the embarassment of remembering that there were no rooms for such play in the clubhouse, and a scratched nose from falling because of the tea cup. Then there was the fact that getting inside was made infuriatingly difficult. She didn't like ladders very much and flying was a pain because she had to bare her wings to do it right. She'd have to remember to get someone to drill a hole in one of the walls big enough for a little fae to get through- Amthy would probably appreciate that too.
Regardless, she marched towards the same clubhouse that had earned her feelings of indifference with a purpose. She felt very dainty in her cotton peasant-styled skirt and off the shoulder blouse. She had even picked up a parasol in town to complete the outfit. Fortunately, she had also picked up a few men looking for work in town as well. Without them she certainly would not get her desired job done since it concerned lots of dirt and her outfit just wouldn't stand for it.
She scrunched her nose up as she had to step over a spot on the path that look remarkably like dried blood. She made no comment on it, though immediately filed a reminder in her head to ask the other members about it. The reminder was promptly forgotten as she spotted the perfect spot for her plan. She called a little "Ahah!" before dashing off the path to the right side of the clubhouse.
She ambled about the side yard in cirlces, the workmen following her every step, before she came to an abrupt halt on a spot she had already walked over numerous times. "Start here," was her command before she moved to the side and daintily settled herself down on the grass. The men got to work, lowering the shovels they had been carrying to the ground and starting to dig.
Jewell twirled her parasol around before dipping it back to smile at the sun. This was entirely too perfect. She had concluded many days before that what the clubhouse really needed was water. Not wanting to bother with a lengthy discussion with Tara over it, she had come during the day to have a pond dug for her. It really was a brilliant idea, and she was practically glowing with pride as she watched the men work.
Regardless, she marched towards the same clubhouse that had earned her feelings of indifference with a purpose. She felt very dainty in her cotton peasant-styled skirt and off the shoulder blouse. She had even picked up a parasol in town to complete the outfit. Fortunately, she had also picked up a few men looking for work in town as well. Without them she certainly would not get her desired job done since it concerned lots of dirt and her outfit just wouldn't stand for it.
She scrunched her nose up as she had to step over a spot on the path that look remarkably like dried blood. She made no comment on it, though immediately filed a reminder in her head to ask the other members about it. The reminder was promptly forgotten as she spotted the perfect spot for her plan. She called a little "Ahah!" before dashing off the path to the right side of the clubhouse.
She ambled about the side yard in cirlces, the workmen following her every step, before she came to an abrupt halt on a spot she had already walked over numerous times. "Start here," was her command before she moved to the side and daintily settled herself down on the grass. The men got to work, lowering the shovels they had been carrying to the ground and starting to dig.
Jewell twirled her parasol around before dipping it back to smile at the sun. This was entirely too perfect. She had concluded many days before that what the clubhouse really needed was water. Not wanting to bother with a lengthy discussion with Tara over it, she had come during the day to have a pond dug for her. It really was a brilliant idea, and she was practically glowing with pride as she watched the men work.