People in the 18th century do realize it's just hair, right?
[ But she puts her hands up in a placating gesture, knowing better than to argue about something like her hair. It's not her mother's rule, she knows that, too. ]
If you show me a few more times, I think I'll be able to do it on my own, it's just the back that's hard.
[ When she finishes eating, she excuses herself to the washroom, and when she comes out again, her hair is down and she sits to brush it out as she looks at Jamie. ]
[Claire's hand is beneath Jamie's on the table. Evident when she stands and gently pulls it away, a touch to his shoulders before she moves to sit behind Bree and holds out her hand for the brush.]
[ God, they're so cute, and when she sees things like that, the quiet touches, it makes her happier that she encouraged her mother to come back. Sitting with a little smile on her lips, she already knows her answer. ]
I'd like my own if it isn't too much trouble. I miss riding, we haven't been in a long time. And I can help you take care of them, too.
[ This, she says as she looks at Jamie. It might be a ploy to be able to spend more time with him just talking, imagining it already: the two of them in the stables as they trade stories back and forth. ]
[He looked surprised. Clearly, it's not something a young lady would do, but he knows better than to say as such. The surprise melts into something happier, and he nods. He's hardly a stablehand these days but he might find himself in the stables more often if she has interest.]
[ Of course Claire read between the lines, and Bree ducks her head a bit, smiling softly. But the hand Jamie can't see lightly squeezes her mother's arm in gratitude, apparent earlier annoyance about being on her own forgotten. Then, she speaks to Jamie again. ]
I like being outside more than indoors. There's so much out there, even exploring close to home. I used to find all kind of animal to bring home. Mostly bunnies, didn't I mama?
[Not too hard to imagine. Another thing Jamie missed, but he smiles to keep anything reflecting that thought off his face.]
Aye. Well, the dogs belonged to the family. When I was young, my brother Willie--ye uncle--and I would take them out into the fields and have them chase us. My mother caught us sleeping in the hay with them more than once, and she wasn't pleased at all about it.
[ It's the first time she's been called 'Fraser' and it makes her hesitate, only for a half-heartbeat, maybe noticeable by her mother, but Brianna recovers quickly. ]
I'll get a part-time job to help pay for everything.
[ She smiles and turns to face her parents. ]
Only joking. I have some idea at least of what I can and can't do.
[ Granted, she didn't realize 'going off alone' would be one of those things, but still. She's learning. But it's clear she's ready to go, to be somewhere outside of this room so she can see things as she rocks on her feet a little. ]
[A warning to the both of them. No ideas, when she's hardly got an idea of what's coming tomorrow. But, with a gentle tug, she thinks she has Bree's hair in something resembling a bun that won't fall out when she moves her head.]
[ Her hair holds, save for that one errant piece of hair that seems to perpetually come loose at every movement. But she does look at Claire and smile softly. ]
Thank you, mama.
[ It's as if she's ten again, patiently letting Claire braid her hair up into pigtails, and for a second she simply looks at her mother, silently acknowledging that they're on this journey together, that Bree made a choice and she's glad for it. She wasn't ready to lose this yet, what they were rebuilding. ]
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People in the 18th century do realize it's just hair, right?
[ But she puts her hands up in a placating gesture, knowing better than to argue about something like her hair. It's not her mother's rule, she knows that, too. ]
If you show me a few more times, I think I'll be able to do it on my own, it's just the back that's hard.
[ When she finishes eating, she excuses herself to the washroom, and when she comes out again, her hair is down and she sits to brush it out as she looks at Jamie. ]
Will I have my own horse to ride to Lallybroch?
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Aye, unless ye'd prefer to ride with me or ye mother.
[He doubts that.]
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It's up to you, darling.
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I'd like my own if it isn't too much trouble. I miss riding, we haven't been in a long time. And I can help you take care of them, too.
[ This, she says as she looks at Jamie. It might be a ploy to be able to spend more time with him just talking, imagining it already: the two of them in the stables as they trade stories back and forth. ]
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[He looked surprised. Clearly, it's not something a young lady would do, but he knows better than to say as such. The surprise melts into something happier, and he nods. He's hardly a stablehand these days but he might find himself in the stables more often if she has interest.]
Aye. Aye, Brianna, that would be... very nice.
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You can have all the time with the horses--and Jamie--that you'd like.
[She says it in a whisper, amused, but not so low that Jamie can't hear.]
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I like being outside more than indoors. There's so much out there, even exploring close to home. I used to find all kind of animal to bring home. Mostly bunnies, didn't I mama?
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Aye, well, you'll find a lot of rabbits near Lallybroch.
[He knows. They're for hunting.]
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[She smiles at the memory. Even Frank had found amusement in Bree's love of rabbits.]
Though I knew whenever I couldn't find you, you were likely outside with the dog.
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[ Bree smiles softly, then looks at Jamie. ]
We used to go everywhere together, but I loved sleeping against him. He was huge and so loveable. Did you ever have a dog?
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Aye. Well, the dogs belonged to the family. When I was young, my brother Willie--ye uncle--and I would take them out into the fields and have them chase us. My mother caught us sleeping in the hay with them more than once, and she wasn't pleased at all about it.
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Frasers and their animals.
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[ It's the first time she's been called 'Fraser' and it makes her hesitate, only for a half-heartbeat, maybe noticeable by her mother, but Brianna recovers quickly. ]
Should we go to the print shop now?
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[There's a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. He might not care about a lady's hair and such behind closed doors, but no need to make a scene.]
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[Claire's own teasing, even as she quickly fixes up Bree's hair. At least the curls haven't sprang out in full force... yet.]
We're going to need to purchase more pins and ribbons.
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[ She smiles and turns to face her parents. ]
Only joking. I have some idea at least of what I can and can't do.
[ Granted, she didn't realize 'going off alone' would be one of those things, but still. She's learning. But it's clear she's ready to go, to be somewhere outside of this room so she can see things as she rocks on her feet a little. ]
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I imagine ye'll need something to keep occupied. Ye mother, too. [A glance to her.] Luckily, there's a always a need for a healer. A surgeon, now.
[And maybe Bree will be a surgeon's assistant.]
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[A warning to the both of them. No ideas, when she's hardly got an idea of what's coming tomorrow. But, with a gentle tug, she thinks she has Bree's hair in something resembling a bun that won't fall out when she moves her head.]
There. That should hold for now.
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Thank you, mama.
[ It's as if she's ten again, patiently letting Claire braid her hair up into pigtails, and for a second she simply looks at her mother, silently acknowledging that they're on this journey together, that Bree made a choice and she's glad for it. She wasn't ready to lose this yet, what they were rebuilding. ]