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Post by Philippe on Feb 4, 2008 17:39:31 GMT -5
((Oh, there always is.))
*Philippe pointed into the trees.*
"There is an old cottage through there, it has been deserted for many months."
*He turned the horse in the direction that he had pointed.*
"Come, then."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 17:47:26 GMT -5
*Becca rode in the direction he'd pointed and soon they came across a sturdy if derelict old cottage. She tethered her horse under the eves and near enough to a patch of grass and ducked inside the doorway. It was all rather bare considering the former occupants had been gone for some time, but there were some wooden benches built along one wall, and it seemed clean enough. She sat on the bench and glanced out the window.*
"How long do you think the storm will last?" *she asked.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 4, 2008 17:49:26 GMT -5
"Not Long."
*The rain grew stronger on the roof. Philippe peered outside.*
"Or perhaps a little longer than that."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 17:51:30 GMT -5
*Becca chuckled and drew up one knee to her chest, resting her heel on the edge of the bench as she began biting her nails again.*
"So. Tell me things. About you," *she said.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 4, 2008 17:52:40 GMT -5
*Philippe sat himself on the bench opposite and studied her.*
"Such as what exactly?"
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 17:55:19 GMT -5
"I don't know," *she said laughing.* "Your favourite colour. What plays have you seen? Did you ever know anyone famous? Tell me."
*She held out her hand.*
"Thumb War?"
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Post by Philippe on Feb 4, 2008 17:58:30 GMT -5
*Philippe moved towards her.*
"Red, Too many to count, none of which I remember and the Queen of England."
And her daughter
*He held out his hand.*
"You shall have to reprise the rules for me, I have become rusty I fear."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 18:02:27 GMT -5
"The Queen of England? What's she like?"
*Becca took hold of his hand and curled his fingers into a fist.* "Keep your thumb out. Now link me," *she said, hooking her fingers with his.* "The trick is to hold down my thumb with yours for three seconds."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 4, 2008 18:05:00 GMT -5
"I see."
*Philippe frowned, it seemed rather easy.*
"The Queen, she was...rather like my mother."
"
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 18:07:16 GMT -5
"Ew."
*She glanced quickly at him.*
"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot--she IS your mother..."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 4, 2008 18:09:18 GMT -5
"You are quite forgiven, I had quite the same reaction at your age."
*He attempted to trap her thumb.*
"As I grew older I learned to tolerate her."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 18:14:49 GMT -5
*Becca's hands were smaller, but nimble, and she easily evaded him.*
"She hardly seems to have a becoming motherly instinct," *she remarked.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 4, 2008 18:18:13 GMT -5
*Philippe smiled and shook his head.*
"No, very little. She knows what makes herself happy and will second guess her childrens."
*He attempted again.*
"This is far more difficult than it appears."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 4, 2008 18:26:52 GMT -5
*Becca grinned.*
"I'm a champion," *she confided.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 4, 2008 18:30:37 GMT -5
"So I see."
*Philippe decided to give way, his wife being far the greater, more experienced player. He held his hands up.*
"I surrender, what would you take as your prize?"
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