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Post by Ramsey on Oct 15, 2006 13:37:23 GMT -5
Ramsey walked leisurely back and forth across the courtyard as he waited for Vianne, tapping his riding crop on his boot.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 15, 2006 13:40:45 GMT -5
*Madame Giry entered the stables cautiously. She had no riding habit, so a sturdy black dress sufficed. She tugged at her gloves and looked about with a small frown in her eyes.* Perhaps I ought not to have come...
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Post by Ramsey on Oct 15, 2006 13:50:46 GMT -5
Ramsey's face lit up at the sight of her. "Madame Resilient!" he crossed the courtyard and took her hands, kissing her briefly on both cheeks. "Oh, I forgot, you do not like my little nickname. Forgive me."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 15, 2006 13:52:21 GMT -5
"It is alright--I do not mind," *said Madame Giry with a crooked grin, a little taken aback at his effusive greeting.*
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Post by Ramsey on Oct 15, 2006 13:56:49 GMT -5
Ramsey gestured behind him without glancing away, and a stablehand led the saddled and bridled mare from the stables. "I believe this was your preferred horse, Vianne?"
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Post by Raoul on Oct 15, 2006 13:57:04 GMT -5
((Percy gonna get you.....))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 15, 2006 14:02:27 GMT -5
((She doesn't think it's an outing of that nature. She would never do anything harmful on purpose to Percy.)) *Madame Giry nodded as she saw the horse and crossed the courtyard to take the reins from the stabehand.* "Yes. Thank you."
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Post by Ramsey on Oct 15, 2006 14:04:42 GMT -5
Another stablehand brought out Ramsey's white stallion but before mounting, he held out his hand to help Vianne into her saddle.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 15, 2006 14:07:10 GMT -5
*Madame Giry took the offered hand and placed her boot into the stirrup, swinging herself up easily to sit side-saddle.* "Are we going to the Bois?"
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Post by Ramsey on Oct 15, 2006 14:11:54 GMT -5
Ramsey mounted the horse nimbly, wheeling him around to face Vianne. "We will go wherever you wish," he replied with a smile.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 15, 2006 14:13:42 GMT -5
*Madame Giry smiled and clucked lightly to her horse, which jogged into motion and maintained an easy, rolling gait as she left the courtyard and headed for the thickly forrested park.*
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Post by Ramsey on Oct 15, 2006 14:19:54 GMT -5
((Let's just move this to the Bois de Boulogne thread we used for Elizabeth, shall we?))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 16, 2006 14:22:04 GMT -5
*rides back in, dismounting quickly and easily, handing the reins to a stablehand with quiet command masking the mass of jitters churning inside her.* "Rub her down well," *she ordered, giving a pityingly grateful glance to the beast she had ridden home, whose sides were fanning in and out at a rapid rate, her muscles quivering.* "Poor dear..." *she murmured, rubbing the creature's nose.*
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 12, 2006 18:27:44 GMT -5
*walks out to the totally empty thread area outside of the stables, oblivious to the strange silence that filled the chilly night air*
((But who will come? Raoul? Riff Raff? Christian? Who knows? ;D))
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Post by Sydney on Nov 12, 2006 18:30:33 GMT -5
((Dude...I'm so bored! Do you want me to make a singing teacher? So Bella can hone her singin' skilzz? XD))
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