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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Apr 14, 2009 20:24:50 GMT -5
I’d made sure to arrive early just in case she did as well I did not want her thinking I was late. I was dressed in one of my better outfits, black breeches, cloth of gold shirt, and Aragonian red jacket with gold detailing.
I waited by the entrance, not wanting to miss when Olga’s carriage arrived.
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Post by Olga Romanova on Apr 14, 2009 20:46:22 GMT -5
My gown was one of tawny brown and embroidered in white swans and my hair was braided into a coronet of curls; I knew I looked distinctly different from the d'Angelines that also milled around the entrance of the restaurant and that bothered me not at all as I stepped down from my carriage. Eduardo was easy enough to spot and I smiled as I sedately walked over to meet him, thrilled to see him but remembering decorum enough to remain reserved. "Good evening Principe," I told him with a curtsy as I stood before him.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Apr 14, 2009 20:49:35 GMT -5
“Good evening, Knjazina,” I replied, bowing to her. I’d been practicing her title for days in hopes of not mangling it.
“You look lovely,” I said, smiling. “I hope you are well?”
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Post by Olga Romanova on Apr 14, 2009 21:10:12 GMT -5
"I am- especially since I knew I would be seeing a friend soon," I told him with a smile and nod- his accent wasn't terribly bad for a person not used to speaking Ruskovian. "I hope you are also well. You look very handsome this evening."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Apr 14, 2009 23:43:32 GMT -5
“Thank you,” I said with a smile. “I was hoping not to embarrass you.”
I offered her my arm. “Shall we?”
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Post by Olga Romanova on Apr 15, 2009 0:20:20 GMT -5
"I do not think you could embarrass me, Eduardo," I replied with a wider smile as I lightly rested my hand on his arm, the material of his shirt warm beneath my fingers. "I hope I do not embarrass you, I know d'Angeline things less well than you do."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Apr 15, 2009 0:25:17 GMT -5
“I think d’Angeline things are likely more embarrassing than either of us could manage,” I said with a chuckle as I led her towards the door.
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Post by Olga Romanova on Apr 15, 2009 0:39:06 GMT -5
"That is likely," I agreed as I looked around the restaurant; it seemed very comfortable and very much in the Aragonian style as I had learned it from my tutors and my eyes were drawn everywhere by the bright flashes of reds, oranges and yellows. I could appreciate the vibrancy of it.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Apr 15, 2009 10:13:08 GMT -5
I’d arranged for a table that would be both private and not secluded and we were led to it immediately.
Letting go of her arm, I held her chair for her and smiled.
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Post by Olga Romanova on Apr 16, 2009 0:26:35 GMT -5
"Gracias," I replied with a smile as I sat gracefully, my skirts pooling around me just as they should have; that was one of the Aragonian phrases I'd learned and I hoped that in using it he would continue to think well of me.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Apr 16, 2009 0:37:49 GMT -5
I smiled wider as I moved around to the other seat.
“Very good,” I said as I sat. “You’ve obviously learned more of my language than I have of yours. I spent days just working on your title.”
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Post by Olga Romanova on Apr 16, 2009 0:52:12 GMT -5
"I have noticed that Ruskovian has many sounds that I do not hear in other tongues," I replied sympathetically. "My father had me learn at least part of many languages but there are some aspects of Aragonian that escape me as well. The particular sort of long 'r' was a cause of much worry." A slow smile spread over my features and I hoped he would see the humor in that fact as I did.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Apr 16, 2009 12:34:38 GMT -5
“Understandable,” I said with a smile and soft chuckle. “It does cause trouble for many people.”
Our server approached and bowed deeply. I nodded to him and then looked at Olga. “Would you like to try an Aragonian specialty to drink or would you prefer something more familiar?”
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Post by Olga Romanova on Apr 16, 2009 12:37:43 GMT -5
"It seems appropriate that I try something from you land since you've already sampled something from my own," I replied with a nod to him and then to the server to indicate I was placing myself within Eduardo's hands as far as the culinary choices were concerned.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Apr 16, 2009 17:47:31 GMT -5
“Una jarra de sangría por favor,” I said to the server who nodded and hurried off. I smiled at Olga again. “I hope I don’t lead you astray in my choices.”
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Post by Olga Romanova on Apr 16, 2009 17:57:44 GMT -5
"I have every confidence that you know your tastes and your people's specialties," I told him as I gracefully unfolded my napkin and set it across my lap.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Apr 16, 2009 18:34:16 GMT -5
“Thank you,” I said, inclining my head slightly. “Has anything exciting happened since we spoke last?”
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Post by Olga Romanova on Apr 16, 2009 18:48:40 GMT -5
"I do not think anything you would see as exciting has ever happened to me, Principe," I told him honestly and with a slight flush. "I am a very simple woman I suppose."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Apr 16, 2009 19:21:02 GMT -5
My eyebrows rose a little. “I have a hard time believing you are simple,” I said honestly.
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Post by Olga Romanova on Apr 16, 2009 20:08:05 GMT -5
"Perhaps I am not- but I am certainly not very exciting," I replied with a light laugh. "I am content being so though. Have you done anything exciting?"
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Apr 16, 2009 22:48:41 GMT -5
“Not really. I performed at a private fete, but that’s about it,” I replied.
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Post by Olga Romanova on Apr 16, 2009 22:50:39 GMT -5
"That must have been good for you though- I recall you said you like to play music," I said thoughtfully.
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Apr 16, 2009 23:34:27 GMT -5
“I do, and it was nice, but not exactly exciting,” I said, chuckling. I smiled. “Having dinner with you is far more exciting.”
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Post by Olga Romanova on Apr 17, 2009 9:14:59 GMT -5
"Thank you, Principe," I replied with a flush though I didn't exactly duck my head in complete modesty- I was far too interested in the conversation. "I am glad I have not bored you."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Apr 17, 2009 13:08:36 GMT -5
“Not in the least,” I said, still smiling.
The sangria arrived and I thanked the server after he poured us both a glass and then withdrew.
“It’s a mix of wine and fruit, basically,” I told Olga. “I hope you like it.”
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Post by Olga Romanova on Apr 17, 2009 15:32:01 GMT -5
"Thank you," I replied as I took a slow sip, then set the glass aside with a smile. "It is sweet and rich- I like it," I assured him sincerely. "What is it called?"
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Apr 17, 2009 16:44:00 GMT -5
“Sangria,” I said, pronouncing it slowly for her after I’d taken a sip. It was very good and immediately evoked memories of home.
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Post by Olga Romanova on Apr 17, 2009 17:17:17 GMT -5
"Sang-ria," I repeated to myself, willing my mind to remember the term. "Do you find yourself liking the drink as well? It is very different than some of our things but it is still very good."
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Post by Eduardo de la Rosa on Apr 17, 2009 21:03:16 GMT -5
“I do like it, it reminds me of home,” I said, smiling. “I spent manner summer night drinking this and listening to the ocean.”
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Post by Olga Romanova on Apr 17, 2009 21:08:40 GMT -5
"In my home we have sbiten, for cold weather, and kvass for warmer- and for the men there is vodka," I explained as I took another sip of the wine and let myself appreciate the sweetness.
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