That... was lovely! Her pleas to her husband really tugged at my heart strings, almost making me wish to reconcile them and there!
Only, then there would be no real story, now would there?
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I love it! It may be a day before I get a reply up; I have a craft show tomorrow. It's only a one day event though, so it shouldn't be an overly long wait.
Curves? Glasses? A cute nose? What's not to like??
After reading the quality of your posts so far, I have little doubt that you can make the final reveal both comprehensive and interesting. And if the hints serve to confuse in the meantime, it's all the more drama added to the story!
Forgive me for asking, but your avatar... Is it from a particular comic or source? Not only is it rather intriguing, but I keep getting the feeling that it is familiar from someplace. I simply can not place from where!
Forgive me for asking, but your avatar... Is it from a particular comic or source? Not only is it rather intriguing, but I keep getting the feeling that it is familiar from someplace. I simply can not place from where!
Thank you! I wanted to make James something more than some silly, arrogant noble. Giving him enough of a sense of humor to laugh at himself seemed a good place to start.
(Ack! Double post)
Victor narrowed his eyes as he watched how she wrung her hands, the strange shift in stance and the distant look in her eyes telling the one time solider that she had become preoccupied with some weighty and worrisome matter. Even the smile that she tried to give him was a tad strained. He made note of it, then looked out towards his trees again to make it appear he'd either seen nothing or was disinterested in pursuing it. Another puff, and a plume of white smoke floated up and away into the air, the scent of rum enriched pipe weed sweetly carried upon the breeze. Vincent lowered the pipe to stare into the shadows cast by the setting sun.
"There's a pot of stew bubbling on the heart," he finally offered. "Hard cider in the jug by the back door, and you'll find bowls and mugs on the table, miss. Not the fare you're used to probably, living in Verrun and eating... whatever you nobs eat. But it'll fill your belly and warm your toes. 'Specially the cider." Vincent said nothing more, instead taking a deep breath and relaxing back into his chair as though he was the only one there. All the while, however, his mind ran over how nice it might be to have a pretty face about the house, even if just for a little while.
Alderman Brown struggled up the last of the bags before taking his leave. "You're all set then, Miss!" he huffed red-faced as he exited. "I'll be taking the cart back home now before the missus wonders where I took myself to. Good night to you both, then."
Feather followed close behind, her pale face glowing happily as she came out onto the porch. "Oh, Mistress Kijani!" she bubbled. "I've got the rooms aired out a bit, Mistress, and the bedding's all changed out. I've never had my own room before. And I get my own bed with it, Mistress! It's smaller than the one I share with my Gram, but since she's pretty heavy it looks bigger! I don't know why me Mum told me to use Master Vinegar's bed!"
At this last piece of news, Victor choked on his pipe smoke and began to cough violently in surprise, a wracking sputter that took him a bit to recover.
Kijani's new maid continued onwards blithely, completely oblivious to their host's sudden convulsive fit. "I have your things neatly in the wardrobe, Mistress Kijani, and your unmentionables in the drawers by the bed." There was another bout of coughing. "If you'd like to eat, I can serve you now, Mistress!"
"There's a pot of stew bubbling on the heart," he finally offered. "Hard cider in the jug by the back door, and you'll find bowls and mugs on the table, miss. Not the fare you're used to probably, living in Verrun and eating... whatever you nobs eat. But it'll fill your belly and warm your toes. 'Specially the cider." Vincent said nothing more, instead taking a deep breath and relaxing back into his chair as though he was the only one there. All the while, however, his mind ran over how nice it might be to have a pretty face about the house, even if just for a little while.
Alderman Brown struggled up the last of the bags before taking his leave. "You're all set then, Miss!" he huffed red-faced as he exited. "I'll be taking the cart back home now before the missus wonders where I took myself to. Good night to you both, then."
Feather followed close behind, her pale face glowing happily as she came out onto the porch. "Oh, Mistress Kijani!" she bubbled. "I've got the rooms aired out a bit, Mistress, and the bedding's all changed out. I've never had my own room before. And I get my own bed with it, Mistress! It's smaller than the one I share with my Gram, but since she's pretty heavy it looks bigger! I don't know why me Mum told me to use Master Vinegar's bed!"
At this last piece of news, Victor choked on his pipe smoke and began to cough violently in surprise, a wracking sputter that took him a bit to recover.
Kijani's new maid continued onwards blithely, completely oblivious to their host's sudden convulsive fit. "I have your things neatly in the wardrobe, Mistress Kijani, and your unmentionables in the drawers by the bed." There was another bout of coughing. "If you'd like to eat, I can serve you now, Mistress!"
I'd rather find out when my character does, if that's alright with you? After all, who doesn't like surprises?? Dropping hints is always nice, of course. (grin)
Slipping this way and that as he tried to get his footing, James fell back into the water again to end up soaked completely. As preoccupied as he was, the young gentleman could not help but spy the black hare as it leapt along the edge of the pool only to kick mud directly into his face. Fair Maid and Boarer were off again after a shocked moment. The two dogs' pursuit caused even more water and filth to be kicked up, coating their already disheveled master with more mud. Draper, loyal to the end and not having been given the command to pursue, lay down upon the clean moss and waited for James to pull himself out.
Finally standing, his jacket dripping and boots sloshing, James stared after where the hare had gone... and laughed.
It started as a chuckle, worked its way up into a guffaw, then passed by bubbling giggles into outright merriment at his situation. His blood was singing and his mind racing! Such a chase! Such a creature! James could not think of a single moment when he had felt more alive! With a joyous whoop, he flung himself backwards with a splash to float upon the waters of the ancient spring and stare up at the approaching oranges and pinks of dusk. Earnest had been right! There were simply no words to describe the thrill of chasing The Bonny Black Hare! Every time he tried so much as to even think of the words that might capture the essence of the hunt, he simply began to laugh out loud again! And here he had thought that the entire thing was some sort of jest on his guests' part. He had to admit he was right that there had been a joke on him, but the mastermind behind it was the rabbit.
After several moments, he righted himself again. Grinning like very much the fool, he called the commands to the younger dogs. "Fair Maid! Boarer! Leave off! To me, hounds, to me!" At this Draper raised his ancient head and rose to quietly pad closer to the water without jumping in. The younger two answered their master's call as well, only bounded back into the pool to frolic and spray water about with their antics. James just laughed again at this. He rose his attention towards where he had last seen the Hare run, and still not hearing nor seeing the hunting party, cupped his hands to his mouth to call out to her. "By God's Grace, thank you for the sport, coney! The day is yours! I'll come and play again some other time then!"
Unknown to him, the hunting part gathered together by Earnest was in something of a pickle. Most of them were used to hunting game across open fields or along well maintained roads or ancient paths long established through the forests. In these older woods, untouched for many decades by human or horse, the narrow deer trails barely allowed a single rider to pass, much less an entire line of them and their dogs and beaters! Earnest himself was a fine horseman, an experienced hunter of many years who knew his quarry and their lairs, and even he was having a time of it! And so when the hare appeared at the end of the trail, looking for all the world as though it were a knight charging down upon them with a lance, chaos ensued. Earnest gave a shout of triumph, which set of the pack of dogs with them. The horses were then spooked by the sudden baying of beagles that were almost right beneath their hooves thanks to the tight path and thorny bushes about them. The riders, in turn, called out in protest and shock as their mounts reared and danced nervously about of their own control. By just appearing, the Bonny Black Hare had managed to turn a well turned out hunting party into moppled mass of confusion!
Finally standing, his jacket dripping and boots sloshing, James stared after where the hare had gone... and laughed.
It started as a chuckle, worked its way up into a guffaw, then passed by bubbling giggles into outright merriment at his situation. His blood was singing and his mind racing! Such a chase! Such a creature! James could not think of a single moment when he had felt more alive! With a joyous whoop, he flung himself backwards with a splash to float upon the waters of the ancient spring and stare up at the approaching oranges and pinks of dusk. Earnest had been right! There were simply no words to describe the thrill of chasing The Bonny Black Hare! Every time he tried so much as to even think of the words that might capture the essence of the hunt, he simply began to laugh out loud again! And here he had thought that the entire thing was some sort of jest on his guests' part. He had to admit he was right that there had been a joke on him, but the mastermind behind it was the rabbit.
After several moments, he righted himself again. Grinning like very much the fool, he called the commands to the younger dogs. "Fair Maid! Boarer! Leave off! To me, hounds, to me!" At this Draper raised his ancient head and rose to quietly pad closer to the water without jumping in. The younger two answered their master's call as well, only bounded back into the pool to frolic and spray water about with their antics. James just laughed again at this. He rose his attention towards where he had last seen the Hare run, and still not hearing nor seeing the hunting party, cupped his hands to his mouth to call out to her. "By God's Grace, thank you for the sport, coney! The day is yours! I'll come and play again some other time then!"
Unknown to him, the hunting part gathered together by Earnest was in something of a pickle. Most of them were used to hunting game across open fields or along well maintained roads or ancient paths long established through the forests. In these older woods, untouched for many decades by human or horse, the narrow deer trails barely allowed a single rider to pass, much less an entire line of them and their dogs and beaters! Earnest himself was a fine horseman, an experienced hunter of many years who knew his quarry and their lairs, and even he was having a time of it! And so when the hare appeared at the end of the trail, looking for all the world as though it were a knight charging down upon them with a lance, chaos ensued. Earnest gave a shout of triumph, which set of the pack of dogs with them. The horses were then spooked by the sudden baying of beagles that were almost right beneath their hooves thanks to the tight path and thorny bushes about them. The riders, in turn, called out in protest and shock as their mounts reared and danced nervously about of their own control. By just appearing, the Bonny Black Hare had managed to turn a well turned out hunting party into moppled mass of confusion!
I read your premise and your writing sample, and I can honestly say I wish I could squeeze in one more rp right now! I truly hope you get a chance to bring this story to life!
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