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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 13, 2007 9:38:22 GMT -5
*He quickly averted his eyes when she pulled her shirt off and wrapped up her arm.*
"Certainly, if you think you can manage it."
What was so urgent?
*He wondered, but his upbringing dictated that he not pry*
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Post by Micaela on Sept 13, 2007 9:41:32 GMT -5
*She appraised the horse and realized there was no way in hell she was going to get onto it without some help. She turned back to see him avoiding looking at her.*
"Oh don't be a prude. It's just an undershirt, and I'm sure you've seen far more revealing costumes on dancers and chorus members. It's practically the only reason the bourgeoisie men attend." *She said in a no-nonsense voice.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 13, 2007 9:52:25 GMT -5
"It's rude to stare." *He said simply. He suddenly heaved a sigh*
"Yes, I've seen worse, but I ignore it because that's not what's important."
*He saw her glance at the horse*
"I won't mind helping you."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 13, 2007 9:54:58 GMT -5
*She nodded, wondering why he would be staring in the first place.*
"Okay then... um... how precisely are we going to do this?" *She asked, a bit helplessly. She hadn't attempted to mount a hourse with one arm before.*
*Ominous clouds loomed on the horizon and she glanced at them warily.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 13, 2007 10:07:04 GMT -5
*Christian glanced up at the sky. This could create complications*
"I can lift you up onto the horse, it shouldn't be too hard."
*He eyed her arm for several moments*
"Can you ride with one hand?"
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Post by Micaela on Sept 13, 2007 10:08:42 GMT -5
*She bit her lip and frowned, thinking.*
"I think so. I've never exactly tried it before." *She said. The rain was already starting to sprinkle gently.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 13, 2007 10:14:13 GMT -5
"If you really think you can do it, we can try, but I really don't want to risk you falling off again."
*He glanced at the sky*
"And if you need to get to the cemetary in a hurry, we should go now."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 13, 2007 10:15:20 GMT -5
*She frowned, still thinking.*
"I'm not exactly a fan of falling off my horse again either, but what else am I supposed to do? It's a bit far to walk."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 13, 2007 10:16:31 GMT -5
"You can double up with me. I won't let you fall--the other horse can trail behind us."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 13, 2007 10:17:01 GMT -5
*She nodded and stepped closer to his horse.*
"WHenever you're ready."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 13, 2007 10:22:33 GMT -5
*Being as careful as he can to not jarr her injured arm, Christian gently lifted her into his arms, her small frame light and easy to carry. He eased her onto the horse, making sure she was settled and balanced before taking the reigns of the riderless mount and securing them to Francis which makes me giggle because that's a stu's name, too.
Christian mounted up behind her, putting his arms around her to both keep her in place and so he could more easily take the reigns*
"You might want to hold onto his mane for this one," he said, softly since he was almost talking straight into her ear.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 13, 2007 10:33:02 GMT -5
*Micaela blushed a little bit and used her good hand to grab the mane.*
*Then the rain began to fall steadily.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 13, 2007 10:59:29 GMT -5
*Muttering something about the crazy weather, he eased the horse into a walk, then a trot, and finally a canter.
They were halfway to the cemetary when the rain began to pour down in buckets*
"Oh, bloody hell!"
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Post by Micaela on Sept 13, 2007 11:01:32 GMT -5
*She groaned.*
"No rain all summer and now the drought decides to end? God, just my luck. I break my arm and it rains."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 13, 2007 11:13:58 GMT -5
*Christian began to slow the horse. Visibility was next to zero now, and the road was getting muddy enough that it was becoming a hazard*
"We're not going to last long in this mess. I'm afraid we'll have to sit it out."
*With the horse only walking now, he guided their little caravan over to the side of the road, under the large, sheltering branches of an ancient-looking oak tree*
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