Not too scrawny nor too fluffy, Emeline moves with grace but projects confidence and competence. She is quick with a smile, but just as quick with the rolling pin of you step out of line! She keeps her hair in a braid and dresses plainly but neatly.
Traits & Characteristics
Tomboy! That sums Em up in one word. There is pretty much nothing frail or fragile about her, she has always had a sense of adventure, wanting to learn and explore, learning best by doing hands-on, often with dubious results. More than once, her big brother had rescued her from trees or the roof of the house. She's good at going up, but freezes trying to come down! But she trusted her brother, Aimon, idolized him, and was devastated when he was killed during the war
Dreamer...Like Aimon, her head is often in the clouds, playing out scenarios or creating worlds that are better than this one. Unlike her brother, though, she has the heart and passion of a dreamer, using her free time to write her own stories or act things out, dancing her way through life.
Caretaker...Em has a quiet, gentle way about her that seems to put beasties at ease and make them trust her. And she likes peace and order in her world, as much as she can, so she tends to try to organize things when she is able. And if someone is hurting, be it physically or at heart, she wants to do what she can to make them well again, or at least to dull the hurt, often finding that action a catharsis for her own pain. If she is busy helping, healing or dreaming, there is little time to fret over her own trouble.
Bold...Tomby that she is, she will stand up to a bully and isn't one to back down from a fight, especially in light of what she has been though.
Scared Little Girl...Underneath it all, she is still a child, a little girl who yearns for the safety and security of family, who just wants to be able to play and dream without worrying that her world is going to be torn apart by tragedy and that some day she'll find love again.
Emeline owns the Lick Skillet Cafe
Cooking, of course! Em also has some knowledge of using herbs and has a garden behind her cafe that she cultivates to use in her cooking. She plays the concertina
Aliases / Nicknames
Born in Illinois, Emeline now lives in a small apartment above her cafe
Kith & Kin
1849 -- Born in Taylorville, Illinois, Emeline Harris
1866 -- Married to Andrew Blakesley
1867 -- Andrew moves them to North Dakota to take up mining. Emeline, pregnant when they leave, gives birth to a daughter during the trip
1868 -- Their daughter catches cholera and dies, Em is pregnant again, but mis-carries
1870 -- Andrew is killed in a mining accident, Em opens a cafe in a tent to support herself
"That goes both ways, Barnabas," Emeline countered, "I finally found something good, and I don't want to lose it." Although it dawned on her that if he was distracted worrying about her, that put him at more risk.
"I didn't count on the man that I fell in love with becoming a deputy, and I don't know how to reconcile that, except that I know that anything can happen to anyone at any time, and there is no way to predict that or stop it."
Of course, law enforcement put a man at higher risk, but she wasn't a widow because of that.
"I'll try to use discretion, that is the most I can promise." He'd have to accept that as much as she accepted his choice of professions.
"I was protecting my business," Emeline defended, squaring up her shoulders. Yes, she'd been watching him, praying that he stayed safe, but regardless of their relationship, she would have been out there on the boardwalk, ready to get involved if the need arose...you didn't survive long as a woman alone in these parts without some resolve and backbone, and she wasn't about to let rowdies tear up her town!
"You can take care of yourself, and I know that!" She was a bit riled, maybe a little angry that Barnabas seemed to be chiding her. Certainly, he knew she wasn't the sort to stand by and watch, and he'd have to accept that, as much as she had to accept that his job put him in constant danger, and every time he left, she'd never see him again.
His last words, though, a subtle way of saying he understood, had tempered her anger and she reached for his hand. "I will only intervene if it's absolutely necessary," she assured him, "but I won't be idle."
It wasn't uncommon for Emeline to make an occasional mid-day run to the mercantile, either leaving the cafe temporarily closed, or in the care of one of the waitresses, and today she'd needed to make a quick run to get some spices, and besides, it was a nice day out, and a good chance to get some air.
But as she walked along the boardwalk, she was blocked by a crowd, gawking at something, and at first she was curious. But then she saw that it was the funeral parlor, and she started around...she didn't need to see bodies, and likely, if they were on display, these were criminals of some sort, no family to protest the obscene spectacle in the victims' last hours before the grave.
She felt no compulsion to look, and besides, she didn't have time to linger on trivialities, but she had only gone a few steps into the street when she heard a familiar voice wailing, rather like a banshee, and then the name, 'Billy', more than once.
Billy? No, not that Billy.
Frowning, Emeline changed course, going to look. 'Billy' was a common name, so the chanced that this was the young man who had given Clara a hard time were small, right?
She didn't need to look long to confirm her fears, and Emeline turned away, back toward the cafe...spices could wait, right now she just didn't care. Sure, she didn't really know the boy, but he'd been charming and personable, only laying on the boardwalk because a a few mis-steps along his path, and it was a pity he hadn't heeded her warning.
And she had to wonder if he had a mother somewhere who would never know what had become of her baby boy...
Letting out a shaky breath, Emeline nodded, reaching up to dry her eyes, grateful that he hadn't made a fuss over her silly tears.
"Well, there's no way to know exactly how much room we'll need, but if it turns out to be too small, that will be because we are teeming with children!" A dream she could only hope and pray for!
Then she shrugged. "And if it seems too big, I'm sure we'll find a way to open our home and hearts if we need to." Even if fortune wasn't shining brightly on them, Emeline would be hard-pressed to turn away anyone who needed help, especially children, and until there was an orphanage...well, she was pretty confident that Barnabas felt the same...
As the men galloped out of town, Emeline relaxed, and, as brave a front as she put on, her knees were weak, and she very well could have just sat down and cried, as soon as this was after the bank robbery. And it made her sick to her stomach to see Barnabas 'at work', and have it driven home that he could be killed at any time.
But she couldn't dwell on that or it would quickly drive her mad. Lowering the shotgun, she stepped back into her cafe and resumed her work. "It's all right, folks, nothing going on."
At the stage barn, Addy watched until the men were well out of town before retreating back to what she'd been doing before, but she kept her gun close at hand.
"Oh, well..." That caught Emeline off guard, but in a good way. "Of course, if you'd like...that would be an honor." She smiled widely, moving in to give Clara a quick hug again, even though she would really have liked to smother her in a hug. "Just keep in mind that you aren't obligated, of course. There may be someone in Jacob's family you'd prefer to call her after."
Or perhaps Clara's own mother would be a worthy namesake.
She chuckled, then, and added, "Or, there is always Miss Arabella...if she is in town when the baby comes, I'm sure she'll be happy to name it for you, whether you like it or not!"
While it was relatively basic, the house was bigger than anything she'd lived in before, and Emeline looked around in wide-eyed wonder as she was given the 'grand tour'. The kitchen was spacious and the window would overlook the yard, and she could easily see herself in a few years watching the children playing.
The upstairs was well laid out, and there was plenty of space in the main bedroom for a crib, until the little ones were old enough to be in their own rooms, and even then, they'd be close enough to keep an eye on.
"It's so much more than I had envisioned!" She was beaming brightly as she looked at Barnabas. "And once it has all the furniture and curtains...well, and windows...it's going to be perfect."
She moved over to stare out the window then, so that he wouldn't see the tears welling in her eyes.
"I think you're both going to be just fine," Emeline observed. "Yes, you are young, and there is a lot to learn along the way, but that's half the fun, and you'll have plenty of people to give you advice, even your father."
After all, Aurellian had had to deal with the children while tending a farm, and he'd managed to do a fine job, so there was no need to count him out as a source of help.
"I'm excited for you, Clara, and I have no doubt this will all work out, even though the situation isn't ideal."
"He may be disappointed, but once he looks into his grandchild's eyes, he'll turn to mush!" While Emeline didn't know Aurelian well, she did know that he was a good and fair man, and yes, he'd be upset at what had happened, but if Clara and Jacob worked out, he'd be proud.
She laughed. "He may resent being a grandfather, I know that Papa did! He blamed me for making him old, I just wish...he could have actually seen her." Her smile was bittersweet. "I know he would have doted on her..."
Taking a breath, she looked at Clara. "Savor every instant, every pain and pleasure...and watch Jacob's face the first time you hand him that baby."
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