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Post by Lady Danika Atwood on Sept 23, 2007 17:08:44 GMT -5
The magnificent gold and ivory carriage bounced into the river stone driveway of the grand manor. The now darkened yard was illuminated by the faint candlelight spilling from the windows on the first floor of the house, lacy curtains drawn back. The elegant fountain splashed and cascaded, while the wind rippled through the leaves and the many tiny wind chimes tied to the branches of the willow. The beautiful, bell like music added a soft mysterious feel to the manor.
As the chestnut horses came to a slow, bouncy halt, the coach hopped off and opened the door, revealing more of the glimmering yard. Dew sparkled on the rich green grass like a million diamonds spun into green velvet. This place was simply magical...just as the builder intended.
"Welcome to Wyvern's Court, Sir Kent and Lady Atwood. Shall I alert Master William of your return to the manor, Milady?"
He asked as the young woman stepped out onto the stone driveway. With a swift nod and a signal from her gloved hand, she dismissed the driver and waited for Robert to emerge from the coach.
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Post by Robert Kent on Sept 24, 2007 12:11:18 GMT -5
Robert had been watching the streets as they pasted by out of the window, he looked up at the house from the window, it was lovely. He realized that he was supposed to get out now and so he quickly hopped from his seat and came out of the carriage, he looked up at the house from outside the carriage.
He looked at Danika, "it is a lovely house Miss Danika." he said to her, smiling and grinning at her looking at the house one last time then looked back at her.
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Post by Lady Danika Atwood on Sept 26, 2007 18:41:43 GMT -5
"Why thank you....may I call you Robert?"
Danika asked. It seemed the two of them were becoming closer by the minute. Clutching the hem of her silk skirt, she stepped up the stairs and into the house, a maid in pale blue holding open the door.
Once inside, the maid led them into a softly lit, pale beige colored parlor. Soft velvet cushions were arranged artfully on the floral print sofas. A grand piano sat in one corner, the polished wood shimmering in the candle light.
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