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Post by Robert Kent on Sept 19, 2007 6:59:26 GMT -5
Robert looked down at her, he smiled as she blushed. He felt her closer to him and wrapped his arm tightly around her more.
"Yes, I would if you are asking." he said looking at her.
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Post by Lady Danika Atwood on Sept 20, 2007 10:11:37 GMT -5
She nodded and laced her fingers with his, leading him down the path. Flowers flanked the two on both sides, the now darkening sky casting long shadows that lept and danced as the two walked toward the road. Once reached, Danika let go of his hand and nodded to the driver standing beside a handsome gold and ivory carriage drawn by two chestnut horses.
"The manor, if you please."
She said in a warm, yet still commanding voice that allowed for no argument, not that her personal driver would ever object.
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Post by Robert Kent on Sept 20, 2007 11:12:29 GMT -5
As he walked, Robert felt her fingers, they were soft and lacey in his fingertips, he smiled as he looked at all the flowers that were around them, and then he looked up at the sky, it was starting to get darker, and it was cold but he didn't mind.
He waited while she orded the carriage driver were to go, "its a beautiful coach Miss." he said staring at it, he had never seen anything like it.
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Post by Lady Danika Atwood on Sept 20, 2007 11:44:54 GMT -5
Grinning broadly, she said nothing but stepped into the carriage, lifting the silken fabric of her gown so as not to trip. Sitting upon the crimson velvet seats, she waited for Robert to join her.
At the front of the coach, the driver had readied the horses and taken his spot on the front bench, reins in hand.
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Post by Robert Kent on Sept 21, 2007 14:27:47 GMT -5
Robert had never in his life, been in a carriage as grand as this, he got in slowely but shorely and looked around in amazentment at the interor of the carriage.
"This is yours I guess?" he said to her, turning and suddenly finding that he had sat rather close to her, he gasped slightly and shifted a bit to the left.
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Post by Lady Danika Atwood on Sept 22, 2007 1:17:29 GMT -5
"Well actually, its my whole families, passed down for generations. It is currently in use for my household, is all."
Danika murmured, watching him scoot further away from her. The coach began to move down the cobblestone road, jumping around every few moments. The horses hooves made a pleasant sound as they struck the rough stone embedded into the street. The young lady sighed, and watched the surroundings as the carriage climbed a small hill toward the manor.
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Post by Lady Danika Atwood on Sept 23, 2007 16:58:41 GMT -5
( Ill post at Wyvern's Court. )
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