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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jan 12, 2008 0:33:14 GMT -5
Dressed in cobalt doeskin breeches, a matching surcoat, with shirt and boots the color of my eyes, I stepped out of the carriage and up to Miri's door. I knocked and touched my pocket again to ensure the small box was still there.
The door opened and I was shown to a receiving room by a servant to wait.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 12, 2008 0:44:19 GMT -5
Despite the banter, I'd spent half my time at home catching up on reading and a few documents that had just come in while my dress was being pressed of its wrinkles. A long, hot bath later, I was putting my necklace on when a knock came announcing Augusts arrival, and I thanked her with a smile, saying I'd be down momentarily. One final glance in the mirror and I made my way down, my dress cobalt as promised, the bodice set with a little simmer of silver thread through it, and a fine, delicate lining of silver embroidery. My hair was set in hot curlers earlier as well, and it hung now loosely, wavy, the front pinned back from my face with a small, delicate comb.
Making my way to the reception room, I smiled, walking over to where he waited. "Why hello stranger," I said. He looked very striking in what he'd chosen; I was instantly glad I chose blue over yellow. Very nice.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jan 12, 2008 0:46:28 GMT -5
She looked like a dream and I felt my heart stutter slightly.
"Hello," I said, before I gave her the kiss of greeting. "You look amazing."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 12, 2008 0:51:07 GMT -5
"So do you," I replied as I returned the kiss, my hand laying on his forearm lightly as they were exchanged. "Then again, blue always has looked lovely on you. Are you ready to head out?"
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jan 12, 2008 0:55:15 GMT -5
"Almost," I said, reaching into my pocket and pulling out the small box. "This is for you."
Inside was a silver ring. the ring was cast as two day lillies with a flawlwss sapphire between them. It was delicate and feminine and perfectly her.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 12, 2008 1:00:34 GMT -5
I gave him a curious look as I accepted it, wondering what he could possibly be giving me before a small, and likely boring, stint at the Duchesses.
Cracking open the finely made lid, my jaw dropped a little as I looked the ring over. "Oh August, it's absolutely beautiful." I looked up at him with a blooming smile and leaned up, giving his cheek a full kiss before settling back down again. "You not only remembered my favorite color, but my favorite flower as well."
How beautiful, and how delicate. I loved it.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jan 12, 2008 1:02:19 GMT -5
"How could I forget?" I asked, my spirits soaring to the sky with her reaction. "I'm glad you like it."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 12, 2008 1:06:03 GMT -5
I took it out gingerly, mindful of the delicate flowers, and put it on my right ring finger. "Thank you," I repeated again, and only because I honestly meant it.
I reached out and looped my arm in with his, feeling as though the night were starting off wonderfully already. I hadn't expected that at all, or anything, for that matter.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jan 12, 2008 11:52:34 GMT -5
"Shall we go?" I asked, drawing her closer to me subtlly. "The soon we get there, the sooner we can leave." I smiled and gave her a wink.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 12, 2008 15:29:48 GMT -5
"Most definitely," I replied, smiling brightly at him as we headed to the door. I almost asked a moment ago if he were ready to go again, but I didn't want to rush or presume once more.
"Have you ever been to the Duchesses before?" I asked idly as we stepped outside, the gentle breeze flowing around us and carrying that same sweet scent of newly blossomed leaves.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jan 14, 2008 0:10:19 GMT -5
"Twice," I answered as we headed out to the carriage. "Neither was worth talking about."
I chuckled as I held my hand out to help her into the carriage.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Jan 14, 2008 0:56:22 GMT -5
I chuckled as well as I placed my hand in his, lightly stepping into the carriage.
Straightening my skirts to keep the press fresh, I glanced around the inside as I waited for him to join me. "That doesn't surprise me. I never did send a missive to her that you'd be attending as well... I meant to, but forgot in the swell of things." I shrugged, taking in a deep breath as my smile widened. "Her reaction should provide some humor, though, when she finds out."
I chuckled again - August might well be swarmed upon arrival. The few times I'd been to her place she'd asked me about him, knowing I'd been fostered in his parents home. I had a feeling that she rather liked him.
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Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jan 14, 2008 12:09:39 GMT -5
I settled next to Miri and the carriage door shut.
"It's probably good she didn't have the added time to invite more people or somesuch," I said with a laugh.
The carriage began to move and we were on our way.
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