Davina Wellsley Posted February 12, 2017 Share Posted February 12, 2017 The Privy Garden at Whitehall is laid out in ordered blocks with statues in the center of each square, the classical creatures easily draw the eyes of lovers of art. The different statues depict the nine Muses (Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia, and Urania) and the three Graces (Aglaia, Euphrosyne, and Thalia), each holding or surrounded by that which is most associated with her, such as a lyre or scroll. As one wanders, it is often noted that the red roses remain on one side of the garden while the white ones remain on the opposite side, thus creating a pleasant contrast throughout. About the garden are scattered several benches, but none are secluded. ________________ As they had agreed the meeting was to be here in this place last visited in the Springtime when she had worn cream silk and amethysts and pearls but was now so different covered with snow and plants barren of color. Then she had only needed a thin shawl to keep out the morning mists but this day found her huddled in her cloak of thick black velvet banded with red fox fur about the collar and hood and down the length of both sides. Beneath she had opted to wear not some court gown but rather her hunts - a tight bodice made of pewter-colored velvet embelished with braided trim in royal blue in a soutache pattern that was masculine in design but yet showed her figure. Her skirt was of the same velvet but closed and the trailing length easily caught up if needed. Beneath her hood her long black hair was scooped away from her face not in a snood but in a simple cascade of curls so artfully tangled together by her Poppy that it looked like one single curl. Small pearl headed pins had been added for ornamentation that went well with the drops in her ears. Her neck was bear and she wore the gloves from the Scottish Baron on her hands. Black leather boots protected her delicate feet from the cold and the snow that had begun to melt and turn to slush. Reaching the 3 Graces Davina paused her blue eyes searching out the area but seeing no one that fit the description of "The German." Too cold to remain still she paced a bit here and there hoping that he would arrive soon and suggest they go inside to some place warm with a fire. (place folder for Von Bruhl) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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