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Post by Micaela on Sept 12, 2007 16:58:51 GMT -5
((haha k))
*Once they were out of the urban area Micaela spurred her mount into a gentle canter, expertly balancing herself as Turtle smoothed into her gait.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 12, 2007 17:27:22 GMT -5
*Christian DID miss riding along roads, the wind in his face. He hadn't had much opportunity to do so after he'd joined the opera company, but he'd done as much as he could with what little time he had been given*
"I almost forgot how exhilirating this could be!"
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Post by Micaela on Sept 12, 2007 17:35:35 GMT -5
*She turned to him and grinned.*
"You want exhilarating? I bet I can beat you to the next fork in the road." *She said, springing into a fast gallop, allowing Turtle to have her head and go full-out. She was referring to a fork at which they would turn right, about a quarter-mile away.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 12, 2007 17:38:29 GMT -5
"We'll see about that!" *He called, urging the horse into a gallop as well.
The sound of both sets of hoofbeats were loud in his ears, but he didn't care.*
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Post by Micaela on Sept 12, 2007 17:47:41 GMT -5
*She nudged Turtle on faster, knowing that Francis was probably the fastest in that stable, but hey. Christian didn't have to know that. And Turtle was a close second.*
*She turned her face around, grinning, her hair having slipped out of its already-precarious bun; the black ribbon flew through the air, her golden hair fanned out behind her, and her cheeks were flushed from exertion.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 12, 2007 18:07:55 GMT -5
*It was neck and neck, as exciting as an official horse race. Christian alternately glanced at the road ahead and at Micaela right there next to him.*
"Give up?!"
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Post by Micaela on Sept 12, 2007 18:11:30 GMT -5
*She grinned wickedly at him.*
"Never!" *She yelled, then losing grip of the reins and having to grab Turtle's neck and hold on for dear life. This startled the horse, who reared back and threw Micaela through the air backwards, landing hard on her side. The wind knocked out of her, she rolled onto her back stared up at the sky, momentarily unable to move. The first thought she had was of how she had landed on her arm, and of the pain now shooting up it. She moaned gently.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 12, 2007 18:15:15 GMT -5
*He hauled back on the reigns, startling the horse and almost flying off himself. Somehow, though, he managed to stop the horse without making the situation worse and leapt off.
He ran over to Micaela, almost sliding in the dust*
"Dear god! Micaela!"
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Post by Micaela on Sept 12, 2007 18:18:01 GMT -5
*She coughed a little from the dust and sat up shakily, using her good arm to prop herself up. She smiled weakly.* "I'm fine." *She insisted, trying to stand up before she was ready. She landed hard on her backside. She blushed profusely.*
Smooth, Micaela. Smooth.
"Serves me right for trying to show off." *She said sheepishly.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 12, 2007 18:22:09 GMT -5
*He knelt beside and gently helped her to sit up*
"Your arm...how bad is it?"
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Post by Micaela on Sept 12, 2007 18:24:17 GMT -5
*She winced as she tried to move it.*
"Probably fractured or something." *She said nonchalantly as she could, in her position. She still couldn't quite stand, and Turtle had come over to nudge her hair.* "I've had worse, I fell off a two-story roof once."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 13, 2007 0:59:13 GMT -5
"What should we do? I don't want to aggravate it and make things worse."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 13, 2007 6:13:39 GMT -5
*She shook her head to clear it and finally was able to stand properly, though she was a bit wobbly once she did so.*
"If you could help me back up onto Turtle, I should be fine." *She said, the landscape swimming before her eyes. She shook her head again to right herself, and considered taking off her shirt to make a sling, though that would be a bit awkward as she was only wearing some linen bandages and an undershirt underneath.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 13, 2007 9:11:22 GMT -5
"I think we should get you back to the opera house, and the infirmary. I wouldn't want that to get worse because we didn't take care of it."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 13, 2007 9:13:52 GMT -5
*She shook her head. She was determined to get to the Gypsy woman before her camp moved on.*
"No, no, it's fine. I wouldn't want you to miss seeing your mother just for my arm. Just a sec, I'll make a sling..."
*She took the shirt off. Screw propriety. Really the undershirt wasn't that exciting, but it was certainly more clingy than the loose poet shirt, giving her some semblace of a shape that looked like an hourglass, instead of a blob. She used the sleeves to tie it around her neck and rested her arm in the shirt.*
"If you could help me onto Turtle, I'd be just fine."
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