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Post by Rebecca on Jan 28, 2008 8:31:43 GMT -5
*Becca sat on a little folding stool before a small easel, dabbing at a watercolour of the landscape before her--the estate's vast woods and rolling green meadows, with the azure sky overhead and the glint and flicker of a watercourse twisting through the hills.
Her dark curly hair had been pinned back into a low knot at the nape of her neck, and she wore a plain white day dress and had a cream-coloured shawl embroidered with black flowers knotted about her shoulders in case she should catch a chill, as the day was breezy and tossed loose dark ringlets carelessly about her face.
She stayed close to the house to rest her ankle on the doctor's orders, and the fever had left her pale and tired, with violet shadows under her eyes that pointed to a sleepless night. Of course everyone would assume it was because she'd been injured and ill.
Everyone except the Comte, who might guess at the real motive for her pensive silence and solitude. For several minutes at a time she would stop painting and just stare blankly at the easel or off across the hills.*
...stop thinking about it, Rebecca Josephine. Pretend like nothing happened. You're an adult. It was a mistake; now move on.
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 12, 2008 9:35:13 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Becca sat working on her watercolours in the sunshine, humming softly to herself.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 12, 2008 9:38:44 GMT -5
*Philippe walked out to the terrace and seeing her approached silently from behind. He bent down and wrapped his arms around her.*
"Are you busy?"
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 12, 2008 9:40:20 GMT -5
*Becca smiled and placed a hand over his.*
"No. What is the matter?"
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Post by Philippe on Feb 12, 2008 9:42:34 GMT -5
"I want you to come on a little trip with me."
*Philippe smiled into her hair, this would either end very well or tragically. Still the truth would out eventually.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 12, 2008 9:43:37 GMT -5
((......what's in Vienna that's going to make or break this excursion?))
*Becca set down her paintbrush.*
"Alright--where are we going?" *she asked with curiosity.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 12, 2008 9:45:35 GMT -5
((He is going to show her where he was when she thought he was in Vienna.))
"Vienna."
*Philippe stood.*
"Of sorts."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 12, 2008 9:48:20 GMT -5
*Her eyebrows shot up.*
"Shall I pack some extra clothes? How long will we be gone?"
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Post by Philippe on Feb 12, 2008 9:57:35 GMT -5
"A few hours at most."
*He sighed, his expression rather sad.*
"Come, you must see."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 12, 2008 10:00:28 GMT -5
*She frowned lightly, looking troubled as she followed him, feeling a sudden chill. Something was wrong.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 12, 2008 10:13:56 GMT -5
*Philippe walked to the front of the house where there was a carriage waiting. He stopped and opened the door for Rebecca.*
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Post by Valerie on Feb 12, 2008 17:26:40 GMT -5
***POSTING AS BECCA***
*Becca got into the carriage and they were off.*
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