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Post by Lady Danika Atwood on Sept 18, 2007 10:53:02 GMT -5
The soft click of of a lady's shoes could be heard, echoing gently over the cobblestone path winding through the garden. Though the sun was beginning its decent toward the western horizon, it still hung high enough for the heat to be slightly unbearable. A woman dressed in a flowing lilac silk day dress walked slowly along the path, a parasol in one lace gloved hand, a fluttering fan in the other.
The soft fragrance of her favorite flower, the lily, drew her near. Stepping toward it and tucking her fan into the waist of her gown, she cupped her tiny hands under the flower and drew it up toward her nose. Breathing in its sweet perfume, her head spun with a happy rush, the kind you get after executing a flawless pirouette.
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Post by Robert Kent on Sept 18, 2007 10:56:19 GMT -5
A figure of a rough haired boy appeared along the wall, his black hair scuffy as aways, he was wearing an old black coat with trousers and a scruffy shirt, he looked along the walk and saw a women standing, a very pretty women smelling what looked like a flower.
He came closer, brushing hair out of his eyes.
"Hello madam." he said to her smiling up at her.
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Post by Lady Danika Atwood on Sept 18, 2007 11:12:25 GMT -5
Danika jumped at the sound of his voice, but not really enough to be noticed. She stood up straight and met his gaze for just a moment, before dropping her eyes demurly, always leaving them downcast. Her dark brown locks were pulled up on the top of her head, leaving the rest of the hair to tumble freely down her back like cascading water. As always, the lily shaped pin was tucked up into the stylish mound of curls, giving her hair and the air around her a faint, delitious scent.
"Hello to you too, Sir. How are you this fine afternoon?"
Danika asked, her voice lilting and kindly. Drawing her fan from her waist again, she began to flutter it lightly, fanning the air over her face. The man before her was quite handsome, and had incredible eyes...one thing she liked most in gentlemen.
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Post by Robert Kent on Sept 18, 2007 11:15:21 GMT -5
Robert smiled at the women, she was indeed pretty, "I am good thank you." he said kindly watching her fan her self.
"I'm Robert Kent." he said to her, introducing himself quickly, holding out his hand for her to shake.
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Post by Lady Danika Atwood on Sept 18, 2007 11:18:25 GMT -5
A slight rouge stole into her cheeks, staining them pale crimson as she blushed. A tiny smile formed on her lips as her eyes returned to his and she reached out to grasp his hand with her own, lace gloved one. Her eyes sparkled like dark green emeralds, complimented by purple eye powder and the pale milky color of her skin.
"Danika Atwood. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kent..."
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Post by Robert Kent on Sept 18, 2007 11:46:46 GMT -5
Robert smiled and bowed slightly, he looked at her, "so, Miss Danika, what are you doing out here all alone?" he asked her smiling up at the lovely women above him.
Robert wasn't usually like this, but if he liked the look of a women he would be like this, he had a London accent which matched nicely.
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Post by Lady Danika Atwood on Sept 18, 2007 11:52:38 GMT -5
Once again she started to blush, the two begining to walk through the garden. The fabric of her gown rippled behind her as she walked with a grace that could only belong to that of a dancer.
"Just out for a late afternoon walk. I do enjoy the scent of the flowers in the sunlight, don't you?"
Danika asked as she walked, hearing his haunting accent whisper and echo in her mind over and over again.
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Post by Robert Kent on Sept 18, 2007 11:57:14 GMT -5
Robert was taken aback by this question, he looked up at her, looking her up a down, watching her walk beside him, she did walk with grace.
"yes, lovely." he said still staring at her, he couldn't keep his eyes of her, she was extremly pretty.
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Post by Lady Danika Atwood on Sept 18, 2007 12:02:55 GMT -5
Danika was slightly baffled, wondering if his last was a double sided comment. The young woman wished to dance under the setting sun, but alas, she had not wished to burden herself with carring her slippers as she left for her walk earlier that day. As they continued to walk, one could hear the grand clock chime six times.
"Oh my, is it already this late? How time seems to fly these days.."
She whispered, half to herself. Normally she would be at the Opera House, practicing for an upcoming ballet around this time, but there had been no new productions this month. With a soft, whistfull sigh, she turned towards the handsome gentlemen beside her.
"So, Mr. Kent. Tell me about yourself."
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Post by Robert Kent on Sept 18, 2007 12:08:23 GMT -5
Robert herd the cloak chime, he strainghtened up and listened, ears pricked, he then relaxed slightly and turned to the women, hearing her speak.
"Well, my uncle has recently died so I know run his house, I don't go there much though, its too big for me." Rober said to her, "but what about you Miss Atwood, surely a fine women like yourself must be weathly."
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Post by Lady Danika Atwood on Sept 18, 2007 12:18:40 GMT -5
"Well, I suppose so...I am by no means a queen however"
She giggled, one hand over her mouth in a lady like gesture. A sweep of her hand brushed a stray lock of hair behind one ivory ear.
"I recently moved out of my childhood home in favor of more solitude. Bless Father. He just had to get me the bigest house he could find."
Danika smiled shaking her head in mock shame. Though her manor was quite grand, she did share it with her older brother, William.
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Post by Robert Kent on Sept 18, 2007 14:03:17 GMT -5
Robert laughed as she laughed, he watched as she did the normal thing a women of her standard would do.
He then listened to what she said, "it sounds a lovely house Miss." he said to her, "I hope you are a Miss, your not a Mrs are you?" he asked her.
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Post by Lady Danika Atwood on Sept 18, 2007 14:38:48 GMT -5
Reaching one hand up, she gently closed her fingers around the parasol and slid it shut, drawing a small piece of ivory ribbon from around her wrist and tying a neat bow around the lacy umbrella, securing it closed. Leaning against it, Danika nodded softly.
"I am indeed a Miss... and have yet to be bethrothed."
She announced, proclaiming that she was single. The night air was growing chilly, and the young maiden had been foolish, and not thought to bring a shawl. Rubbing her arms with her hands, she kept herself warm.
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Post by Robert Kent on Sept 18, 2007 14:40:53 GMT -5
Robert nodded, "alright then Miss." he said and watched her tie the parasol, he looked up at the sky, it was very chilly, he pulled his coat around him, he looked at her, "are you cold Miss?" he asked, putting an arm around her, "do you want my coat?" he asked her looking at her.
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Post by Lady Danika Atwood on Sept 18, 2007 14:54:01 GMT -5
His contact made her blush perfusly, and she nodded lightly. She snuggled closer to him, just the slightest bit, away from the chilly wind.
"Would you care to acompany me to my manor for tea?"
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