Sophie de Trevalion
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Post by Sophie de Trevalion on Mar 4, 2011 23:45:22 GMT -5
"Medicine. It's been an interest of mine since I was fostered in Eisande," I explained with a smile. "And there is always more to learn."
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Leyna de Somerville
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Post by Leyna de Somerville on Mar 5, 2011 15:41:21 GMT -5
“Medicine, how fascinating,” I said, truly interested. “Do you practice as well or are you more involved in the scholarly side?”
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Sophie de Trevalion
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Post by Sophie de Trevalion on Mar 5, 2011 23:03:09 GMT -5
"I was a nurse during the war. Thankfully I haven't been called on since, and can look at it more academically," I replied, glad that she was interested. Many found my passion distasteful, not fit for a princess.
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Post by Victoire de Trevalion on Mar 5, 2011 23:39:29 GMT -5
"It is rather beautiful," I agreed, leaning forward to examine it more closely. I smiled to myself at Noemi's attempt to cheer me up, which when I was truly irritable did not do much good, but on a day like this, where I just wasn't quite myself, it helped. Sometimes when Noemi and I bickered as sisters were wont to do, I had to remind myself that I was lucky to have family at all, but there were these times where I knew that I was lucky. Not just for Noemi, but for Cygnus too, who was coming back to us after such a long absence. Perhaps things were not as dire as they seemed, and for the first time in awhile, my smile was lighthearted. "I like the brushwork, here," I pointed out a spot and then laughed slightly, "as if I am some art critic. I wouldn't know good brushwork if it leapt up and painted my nose green."
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Noemi de Trevalion
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Post by Noemi de Trevalion on Mar 6, 2011 18:08:04 GMT -5
The fact that Victoire seemed to have somewhat higher spirits made me smile a bit more brightly as my sister examined the picture. Maybe I didn't have a real job within the family like my sister and brother did, but I tried my best to do what I could, though here it was really hard at times for me to see exactly what that was. For now it seemed like the only thing I could do was stay out of the way most times and try to help my siblings stay in good spirits for the rest of it. "You have a better eye for detail than I do though- I just liked the fact that there's some beautiful flowers painted on it," I replied with a light laugh, nudging Vicky's shoulder with my own, my eyes probably showing my happiness. "Let's sit down and get some tea, what do you say? There's so many people I haven't met yet."
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Leyna de Somerville
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Post by Leyna de Somerville on Mar 6, 2011 18:14:48 GMT -5
“I’ve never tried my hand at human medicine, but I’ve a good deal of practice with animals,” I said. “I can’t imagine trying to do it in the midst of war though.” I shook my head a little just trying to picture it. “Was it as terrifying and chaotic as one might imagine?”
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Post by Rosalie de Merteuil on Mar 6, 2011 18:33:08 GMT -5
"I do too," I said, "though it appears as though our hostess has brought Azzalle to us." I tiled my head towards the two Trevalion princesses who had just entered. "This tea party is such a lovely change of pace, don't you think?"
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Post by Victoire de Trevalion on Mar 6, 2011 23:40:35 GMT -5
"That sounds like a good idea," I said, though for some reason, I was a bit nervous about meeting everyone. It was so unlike me that it gave me pause, but I attributed it to lack of sleep. I had been so jittery lately, and this was just how I needed to relax, get back on my game. "Tea and meetings, just like another day in Serenissima, hmm?" Well, to be fair, they drank less tea and more wine, but the sentiment was the same.
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Sophie de Trevalion
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Post by Sophie de Trevalion on Mar 7, 2011 22:44:27 GMT -5
"Sometimes. But often it was rewarding as well," I said with a smile, deliberately not dwelling on the negative. No one else needed the nightmares "Our ward was mostly focused on rehabilitation."
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Leyna de Somerville
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Post by Leyna de Somerville on Mar 8, 2011 16:46:50 GMT -5
I thought about what she had done and how much she had contributed to the world.
“Do you plan to open your own practice?” I asked.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Mar 8, 2011 21:51:22 GMT -5
A woman with hair the color of scarlet approached, and I smiled to her, my hands clasped calmly upon my lap. "Good afternoon," I responded pleasantly. "It's lovely here, is it not?"
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Post by Alora d'Aiglemort on Mar 8, 2011 22:41:05 GMT -5
"Good afternoon," I said. "And it is lovely here. I'm Alora d'Aiglemort," I introduced myself.
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Post by Andraiya Lefebvre on Mar 9, 2011 10:22:30 GMT -5
I stepped up to the front door with a smile upon my lips, even if inwardly I was vexed that whoever it was had taken away my time that I could have been using to get to know the ladies I had invited to this little soiree. Straightening myself and smoothing down my skirts, I opened the door, a prim smile upon my face, only for it to be replaced with a look of utter confusion. Before me stood three men, very burly men, very tall men, with ice blue eyes and locks the colour of the sun, and even lighter, the colour of a searing white flame. All three looked wary, worn, and had a glint in their eyes I did not quite understand. The one before me smiled, and I smiled as normally as I could, though my heart beat quickened within my breast.
“May,” I whispered, my voice failing me as I swallowed and painted a smile upon my worried features, gathering my strength. “May I help you gentlemen?” I asked, as my eyes took in every detail they could, trying to place whether I knew these men from somewhere. I did not think I had ordered anything to be delivered, and especially not today. But I could not, they were complete strangers to me, their features angular and hard, two with straight noses, one that was hooked. I initially thought they had dirty faces, but in the glint of the lamplight I could see that they were roughened by stubble, at the very least, a full beard was worn by one of the men who stood further outside. I looked one over, the one before me, noting heavy boots rimmed with white and silver fur and – Elua! A large sword at his hip, quickly scanning the others to see the same. I swallowed, fear certainly rising to my eyes as my hand went up to catch at my throat nervously. The man before me cocked his head, giving me a semi toothless grin, at which I grimaced. It was then that I noticed the nicks upon his cheek, jagged thin ribbon lines of smooth skin – scars.
“You, come with us now,” he said, his voice was rough, his d’Angeline rougher than even his appearance, if that were even possible, and heavily accented in an accent I could not readily place. For the life of me I started to blank, feeling my anxiety rise, my heart beating wildly in my chest as my breathing increased in panic. I took a subconscious step back into the house, my hand dropping to leave the door knob, but before I could even get my toe down on the wooden floors, the man’s hand reached forward, grasping my wrist roughly. My eyes flared in fear, showing the whites as my mouth dropped open to scream, but before I could his other hand was on me, covering my mouth harshly, bruising my bottom lip against my teeth with the force. I felt an awkward jolting and realised he was laughing, whispering something to his comrades in a dialect I did not know, not with where my mind was at.
“You make fine whore for leader,” he whispered gruffly against my ear, spitting as he spoke, feeling the spatter of it across my cheek. He grabbed me, and that was when it finally kicked in that I should struggle, and struggle as hard as I could, hoping and praying I could get free to get the others out before these men entered the house and did Gods knew what to them. I struggled, flailing my free arm which he quickly had pinned between us against his chest in the most uncomfortable position, a position that made me squeal in pain, but with his heavy, large hand, smelling of leather and liquor, over my mouth, I could not be heard. My feet kicked, back towards him, out in front of me as he struggled just a little to get my quietly out of the house. One of the men behind him, the fully bearded one, moved into the house, attempting to grab my legs, which I kicked hard, my footfalls landing against his thighs and stomach as I kicked, hoping my feet could get enough purchase and my legs have enough strength to kick both me and my captor back and tumbling to the floor. But he managed to grab one, the other stretching out to knock a vase set beside the door, my blue and white china vase which toppled over, breaking into a thousand pieces before he was able to catch that leg and whisk me out. My eyes were wild, panning inside as fast as I could to see if anyone had come before I was completely removed from the house. Before they took me away from the door, closing it behind them, I spied Charity, my eyes going wide with fear and anger as if trying to tell the fool girl to stay back, free the others and not come after me. If I could not kick them off, a slight thing such as herself could do no better. I saw her curled hair bounce as she turned then and I prayed the girl had the presence of mind to do the right thing.
They pulled me from my home, my skirts shoved up, dress dragged down, torn in the scuffle, I could feel the night breeze against my skin where the dress had opened in the seams. I tried to cry out, tried to scream, but nothing came, my throat was so tight and dry with fear, utter and complete fear, that no noise could escape. I breathed harshly through my nose, trying to loose his hand from about my mouth by nipping the salty, tart flesh of his skin, rough and callused, feeling bile rise up in my chest from the sickening taste and the anxiety that began to overwhelm me. Who were these men, what in the seven hells did they want? Where were they taking me? What would they and their leader do with me? These questions flooded my mind as I tried with all my might to struggle against them. But I was small, and weak, and certainly unprepared for this, and no match for the two men that held me. As they moved across the lawn, at a quick bounding pace, my eyes moved about wildly, trying to orient myself. We were going away from the house, and I could spy the coach house and the stables just faintly behind the brush, my eyes wandering frantically to see if I could see anyone about outside, as I redoubled my efforts, but I saw nothing except… a body, Sierra’s, the small elderly maid I had in charge of making sure the ladies’ coach hands were well watered and fed for the evening. In the dark, I could only see that she was pale, unmoving, her mouth gaping open, and then in a flash we were past her body, and I could feel the tears that sprang to my eyes flooding down my cheeks. I sobbed hard, trying still to fight against them, though my efforts were weakened from the energy I exerted before. The men slowed and I saw that we came upon a wagon. It had an emblem on the side that I could barely make out before my eyes went to the man inside – a striking man, though one who looked very angry and a little weathered.
“Quickly, no time, get in the back,” he had whispered, instructing the men. His d’Angeline was smooth, perfect, not a hint of an accent. I looked at him with angry eyes, still crying, terribly confused, and rage building inside me. Whoever these foreign men were, they had assistance from my own countrymen. In my disgust, I felt the bile rise higher, some of it spilling out of my mouth, making me cough against my captor’s hand. Finally, as they tried to shoulder me into the wagon, the one loosed his hand about my mouth, which I opened it to try to scream. On the first attempt, nothing came out, it was useless, and by the time I gathered my wits enough to try again I felt a sharp, bright white pain that seared at my temple with a light that flashed as brightly before I knew nothing but darkness.
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Post by Charity Delice no Lefebvre on Mar 9, 2011 11:03:01 GMT -5
I had delivered four cups of tea successfully, each one with a deep curtsy and a soft smile. I was having the time of my life. Andraiya had gotten me a gown, a beautiful one that fit my small frame perfectly and I felt evermore the laydy in it even as I served the ladies about me. I headed back to teh table to steep more leaves, my mind wandering to my benefactress. Where had she gone, and for so long? I furrowed my brows, remembering that she had told me ot keep put, but I had to wonder if perhaps another guest had returned that needed their cloak set aside, or aught else. I moved to the door, cracking it open just a hair as I peered out, opening it a bit more just as I heard the crash of the vase before I froze. I saw Andraiya, held by men, and whisked off through the door which was then closed. The vase shattered on teh floor, and the look in her eyes before I could no longer see her... something was very terribly wrong. I covered my mouth, my hand flying to my lips as I turned my back but made sure the door was closed. I looked about the ladies around me, wondering if they had heard anything, and then fearing for a moment that perhaps the men might return and take tthe rest of us with them.
"Ladies," I said in a hushed voice, "ladies, please excuse me but something is amiss, something is terribly amiss," I whispered, praying I could not be heard as I stretched my arms out and crouched low, staying away from the curtained windows as I went ot eh middle of the room. "My bene... Andraiya... something has happened... we must... we must be careful, we must be silent," I whispered, my voice soft and high pitched as fear sped my heart beat. My mind moved a furlong a minute and I pressed the fingers of one hand to my temples while I waved them in with the other hand, motioning silently for them to gather close to me. I felt chilled to the bone, shivering, worried out of my wits, but I had to gather them. I knew the hiding places of this house so very well, and I had to think of something so the women woul dnot leave, and so they would not panic.
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Post by Alora d'Aiglemort on Mar 9, 2011 14:03:36 GMT -5
I sipped at my tea and listened to the other conversations going on in the room. I didn't know any one by name, and none had approached me and introduced themselves. Mayhap they already knew me and didn't wish to bring about Uncle and his death. Or they were too absorbed in their own conversations. Out in the entrance hall, I thought I heard something break, and thought it odd. Then the lovely maid, Charity I believe Andraiya named her, came and in a hushed voice, said something wasn't right. I looked around and saw that Andraiya hadn't returned and I got a mental red flag.
"Calm down," I said to Charity, standing. "What happened to Andraiya?" Oh Gods, of all the lessons that Uncle put to me, why didn't we focus on leadership? Mayhap it was something I had to learn on my own. No time like the present, right?
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Post by Liselle de Montblanc-Bonnel on Mar 9, 2011 14:35:14 GMT -5
When Charity came back in with a panicked look I wondered for a moment exactly what was going on, and what Andy would say to her behaving so- but then I realized that our hostess wasn't anywhere to be found and that made me raise a brow. Standing up I walked over to where the young maid way- well, about my age but she FELT younger with all of that fear in her eyes- and I then looked at Alora and tried not to sigh. No one was really going to be able to do anything useful, were they?
"Did you ever think that if she was whispering there might be a reason, Alora?" I asked in a quiet tone of my own that held just a spark of irritation. Of course, the one time I get to have tea with anyone of any note something goes horribly wrong. It was like being in the country again, where the birthing of a horse could cause a stir. "You may as well just answer her question, Charity, there's no way she's going anywhere until you do." In all truth I didn't want to either but at least I knew when I wasn't wanted in a situation.
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Post by Charity Delice no Lefebvre on Mar 9, 2011 16:14:44 GMT -5
I slowed my breathing, closin my eyes as I thought, hearing the red haired woman - Alora, speak at my side, her voice sounded loud in my head, but that may have been just becasue I was fearful of everything at the moment, and then I felt Liselle come close with her voice soft and sweet andI opened them again.
"Men, I do not know who they are, I had not seen them in my life, though I only caught a short glimpse. They took her from teh house, she was struggling, and teh vase, that was what broke, it's shattered on teh floor," I whispered softly, answering Alora's question and the question that no doubt many of the attendees ha dhad in their minds. "I don't know if they will return, and I don't know what it is they want, or what they will do to her, or to us should they come bak," I swallowed hard, finding it very difficult to do so. I tried to calm myself as much as possible to at least appear calmly while my heart beat the speed of a bird's wings in my chest.
"I ... I think I might havea plan, but we will need to move quickly, and we will need to be quiet," I said softly as I moved closer to teh other women. It would require a deal of crawling, just to be certain, which would mean the ruining of some of their rather beautiful dresses, and my own too, but it was imperative that I get these women to safety, even if there was naught I could do for my benefactress.
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Post by Alora d'Aiglemort on Mar 9, 2011 16:24:52 GMT -5
I looked at Liselle. "I wouldn't know," I said softly. "Why do you think I asked?" I listened to Chasity explain what happened. How dare Liselle dare speak of me like that. She doesn't know me. But that's not the problem here. The problem is that Andraiya's been abducted and who knew if the men would return. A plan was good. "What's your plan, Chasity?" I asked softly.
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Post by Victoire de Trevalion on Mar 10, 2011 0:55:58 GMT -5
"Well, this is interesting," I murmured, rising from my chair and reaching quickly for Noemi's hand. I listened as Charity recounted what had happened, forcing myself to dampen the fear that was rising up in my belly - I was royalty for Elua's sake! The red-headed woman - Alora, I thought I'd heard, a Camaeline Duchesse - demanded answers and as I wanted them just as much as she did, I did not interrupt, instead pulling Noemi closer as I waited to hear what Charity's plan was. I looked at my sister, trying not to look as worried as I felt and squeezed her hand. "I'm sure it's some sort of misunderstanding... I'm sure everything is fine." I was sure of no such thing, but being brave for Noemi was helping me to keep my wits.
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Post by Leyna de Somerville on Mar 10, 2011 1:47:00 GMT -5
Before Sophie could answer, the girl – Charity – returned and suddenly what had seemed a wonderful day nearly drove me to my knees. I joined the others as we listened to what had happened and I cursed myself for not having brought Maurice with me. I pressed my eyes closed, and swallowed, trying so very hard not to cry.
It occurred to me that I was likely never to leave my house again after this.
Opening my eyes, I wrapped my arms around myself and tried to listen to what else was being said.
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Noemi de Trevalion
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Post by Noemi de Trevalion on Mar 10, 2011 8:57:04 GMT -5
There was a moment of sheer confusion where I couldn't figure out exactly what was going on, but then it seemed like almost everyone was in the same state, including my sister. This wasn't good though, not at all, and I had to swallow some of my own concern and stay calm. Victoire was trying to do the same thing, and I squeezed her hand lightly and gave her a small nod of understanding. This wasn't the time or place for me to let myself get nervous or to start asking uncomfortable questions. "I know," I simply told her in a steady tone, repressing a shudder and staying as close to her as she wanted for the sake of our sanity. "Everything will be alright."
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Post by Charity Delice no Lefebvre on Mar 10, 2011 12:46:18 GMT -5
The Princesses gathered round. I was worried that the more time that was spent, the less fo a chance we had to get away, but I tried my best to let teh fear leave my eyes, trying my hardest to dissemble as mother had taught me. I took a deep cleansing breath, taking control of the situation as best I could.
"There is a partition, a wall, between this house and the neighbouring house. When it was built, the two owners had agreed to have a secret door between the houses, hidden away by the vines, but marked off by a stone in the ground on either side. We can move through the hallways of teh house to the side exit door, and then move along the wall of the house until we reach the door in teh wall, and escape to the neighbour's townhome. There we might be able to get some help, or even further down the road if necessary, but so long as we do not go out in the open road and near the stables on the other side of Andraiya's home," I explained. My words were a little hurried, but my voice was stronger, even though I whispered for safety's sake. "We will be safe, I promise you. Along the way I will stop at teh kitchen and grab a few knives, jus tin cas," I added a an after thought. "We need to stay close together and move quickly." I looked around. "Is everyone okay with this plan?" I asked, thinking that they would all take any potentially safe route out of this place. I just wanted to make sure that there were none too shocked to react if necessary. I would lead the head of the group o that if there was any attack on the front, I would at least be able to give the rest of the ladies a chance to get away. i afterall was just a maidservant, these were princesses of teh blood. For a moment, I felt bad for Andraiya. Should she escape and return, how would she be able to cope with what this incident might to do her name. Would any of these ladies ever want to speak with her again?
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Post by Liselle de Montblanc-Bonnel on Mar 10, 2011 13:05:27 GMT -5
The plan was not the most graceful one or the one that would live on in any kind of notable stories but at least it was a plan. It could make a person wonder exactly what was going on between these two houses in the past though. Wouldn't it have been easier to just walk down the street? "A bit more useful than grabbing knives might be locking up the house, that tends to slow people down a little," I said in a quiet tone as I checked my nails almost absently. "What house does this connect to anyway? I daresay they may make more of a fuss than we ever would."
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Post by Alora d'Aiglemort on Mar 10, 2011 13:05:57 GMT -5
I stood there and listened to Charity's plan for escape. Escaping through a partition was better than staying here and wait to be picked up or walk out into a trap set for us. Charity added that she'll stopped in the kitchen for knives. Good. I may not be properly trained in swordplay, but I knew how to use a blade and bring harm to my attacker. "I'm fine with the plan," I spoke up. "Anything better than waiting here to be picked up."
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Post by Rosalie de Merteuil on Mar 10, 2011 18:37:12 GMT -5
By this time, I'd joined the huddle of worried women. I was worried too, but much more about the missing Comtesse than any of us. "If the men who took Comtesse Lefebvre had wanted to kill or harm any of us, they would have been more than capable of doing so," I commented. "I imagine she was targeted for some reason, given that if the men wanted a serious ransom, or political gain, well, there are several princesses in the room."
At the suggestion of sneaking through some passage, I narrowed my eyes. "Who lives next door?" I asked. "Can they be trusted? And really, why would more ruffians lie in wait to harm us, given that we have been aroused to suspicion? I came here in a carriage, and I intend to leave in it."
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Post by Charity Delice no Lefebvre on Mar 10, 2011 19:01:19 GMT -5
I turned to the Comtesse, at first, anger flared in me, but I let it settle.
"Truly? You wish to venture out there without knowing what is going on, or stay in here and wait for them to do Gods knows what? None of us knows what they are capable of, or what they are planning,"I looked at her slightly suspiciously. "So if you intend on leaving in your carriage, fine, but I still think it a good idea to go across to the neighbouring land. They are long time friends of this family, and I doubt that they would have an issue considering the circumstances," I whispered, though the way I whispered it was as though my voice were raised in a whisper. Staying in the house was a fool option, and waltzing out to get ones carriage was even worse. "Do you have a more safe option than the one I've suggested?" I asked, looking at her then to the others, wondering if we could brainstorm something quickly. The more time I spent in the house, the more unsafe I felt.
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Post by Victoire de Trevalion on Mar 10, 2011 21:17:04 GMT -5
"I'm going to have to agree with Charity," I said, moving further into the circle of women. "It's all well and good to discuss these things, but we should get out of the house first." I looked to Charity once more. "You say you know the neighbors? Then I say, let's get over there and discuss our further options after the fact." I looked around at all the frightened faces and took a deep breath. We were all peers of the realm, none of us would panic, but everyone brought their own personalities into the fray and that could sometimes result in nothing truly being done. "I don't know about everyone else, but Noemi and I are getting out of here ... now. Lead the way, Charity, and let's definitely stop by the kitchens on the way." I might not know what the hell I was doing with a knife, but I knew I'd feel better for having it.
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Post by Noemi de Trevalion on Mar 10, 2011 21:50:24 GMT -5
I wanted to worry about our hostess, what had had happened to her and where she may be headed- but what did I know about things like that? It would be better to get out and actually be able to DO something once we were in a safer place and anywhere had to be safer than here, right? I wished Cygnus was here, my big brother who could probably solve any problem, but he wasn't and that meant finding a way for ourselves, and getting out of here was the best possible choice. Squeezing Victoire's hand again I nodded in agreement with her and put on the bravest face I could. For now that was all I could do.
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Post by Alora d'Aiglemort on Mar 10, 2011 22:54:06 GMT -5
"I agree with the Princess," I said. "We can leave now and discuss our options afterwards. And if anyone wishes to leave by another way, by all means, go ahead. I will not be held accountable for what happens after you step outside this house." I turned to Charity. "Lead the way to the kitchen and the passageway."
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Post by Leyna de Somerville on Mar 11, 2011 16:26:36 GMT -5
I had listened to the back and forth, holding my tongue, until finally I was so shocked I could do so no longer.
“Why in the world would anyone hold you responsible?” I asked the red-haired woman. “This isn’t your home.” I cocked my head and stared at her. “Unless of course you have some sort of control over the men who might possibly be outside?”
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