<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae240/samanthamazur/123113XVGe0iUX_zps46cbf3be.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Aletta Emelda Maria Sanchez (aka Letty) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9815927#msg9815927)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>none<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11th, 1877<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nathan Hunter's House<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Avery Burnham<br/><hr/><br/>~continued from Babel's Tower~ (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200884.msg9922621#msg9922621)<br/><br/>The walk and the fresh air had done her a world of  good, though she was exactly sober, Letty wasn’t silly drunk either. What she was was mellow. Nothing was going to bother her that night, nothing but the voices in the back of her mind that enjoyed her loneliness much more that it should have.  The landscape was barren, matching her growing mood.  She was working through the stages of intoxication fairly quickly, no doubt on her way to soon passing out cold.<br/><br/>Avey’s comments brought her focus whirling back to the here and now. She stood before the well kept house and smiled. It wasn’t a palace, but then if it had Letty’s wouldn’t have felt as warm towards it. What it was, however, was a home...not just a shack a person could rest and kick off their boots. She softened at the sight of the courtyard and took the steps leading to the porch with a tender step. Letty almost felt as if she was floating… she blinked… hiccuped...then reached out for the chair to steady herself, only to find a rock on the handsome, fancy speakin’ feller that was acting as her escort.<br/><br/><strong>”Gracias señor”</strong>Letty smiled, or tried to smile...she hoped it was a smile, it felt like a smile. Her fingers moved to gently stroke along her bottom lip, as if feeling for the slight curve that would prove that she had in fact been smiling. The corners of her lips curled up at her own absurdity while she settled on the settee to which she had been consigned. She slumped over to one side, propped up by a lumpy cushion and watched as Avery moved about the room. Her brown eyes did some rather intensive investigation of their own, memorizing the back of her eyelids.<br/><br/>A hiccup startled her awake, causing her to hit her head on the wall, Her arm felt heavy as it moved in an exaggerated movement to swat at her hat, dragging it from the top of her head. A heavy sigh sounded as she looked about the unfamiliar room. Her eyes clouded with confusion. Where the heck was she anyhow?<br/><br/>Leaning slightly forward, her torso at an odd angle (almost as if Letty had been contemplating getting to her feet and had somehow...forgotten.) Her long lashes fluttered, her mind and body in a battle of wills, both seeking the title of master and commander of the passionate young woman currently three sheets to the wind and dropping fast. The scene before her was like watching the room through a kaleidoscope, with her vision obscured by the sudden obstacle of her eyelids.<br/><br/>One blink had the room still, void of any life bar her own beating heart. Another blink and the sound of footfalls tickled her ear, had she been in control of her senses Letty would have looked in the direction of the sound. As it were, she remained put, slightly wavering from side to side. Another blink, a shadow painted the wall. Then darkness… her eyelids were slowing in their movement. Then a voice drew her full attention and a sudden fluttering of long, thick lashes revealed the kindly face of her escort.<br/><br/>Letty’s dark brown eyes held a world of emotion laid bare for Avery to see as she looked up into his handsome face. For a moment she simply stared. Slowly, her eyes trailed over his body, roaming over his outstretched arm and settling upon the offered glass of water. She licked her lips, suddenly feeling parched.<strong>”Gracias señor”</strong>whispered the young ranch hand as she accepted the kind offering with a shaky hand.  Her tongue swept her bottom lip once more before she was able to sip from the glass.<br/><br/>The refreshing water soothed more that her dry, tight throat. She closed her eyes, softly moaned her pleasure and continued to sip before tilting her head back and filling her mouth with perhaps too much water. She coughed, wiping the excess from her chin with the back of her hand before looking up once more at the man before her.<strong>”Do you own this house?”</strong>she asked softly as she handed him the glass. Her fingers busied themselves, releasing her brown hair from the restraints of the braids while her mind was trying to work out the details, wondering exactly what the fancy speaking bloke was suggesting.  Her fingers worked out the curls and kinks, leaving a soft main of chocolate brown hair to frame her pretty face.<strong>"Reckon a bed would be somethin' ....  I be played out."</strong>