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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 2, 2007 22:00:08 GMT -5
((SWEET! But you'll have to explain it to her. ;D ))
*Her large hazel eyes lit up.* I hope so, that would be incredible! *She looked up at him curiously.* Mhúirnín?
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Post by Michael on Dec 2, 2007 22:02:03 GMT -5
"It's Irish for darlin'." *He said, smiling lopsidedly at her.* "You'll have to excuse me--I slip Gaeilge into conversation. At home, it's just something you get used to."
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 2, 2007 22:02:51 GMT -5
Ohhh. *Her eyes widened slightly.* Oh, no, don't be sorry, it's beautiful.
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Post by Michael on Dec 2, 2007 22:05:32 GMT -5
*He laughed a little, reddinging slightly. It was obvious against his freckles and pale skin, though.*
"Not a word I've normally heard to describe the language. Usually it's 'god-forsaken,' or something worse. Though that's just by students. Your godmother speaks it fluently, I'm sure. All her cousins and relatives do."
((Norly. My Irish friends all hate learning it because it's so difficult.))
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 2, 2007 22:08:35 GMT -5
Really? I've never heard her. I'll have to ask. *She smiled up at him, unaware of how pretty her innocent little grin was.* Oh, here we are! *She slipped inside the stable and began looking into the stalls.*
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Post by Michael on Dec 2, 2007 22:11:28 GMT -5
*He smiled after her and checked them, as well as the tack room, and then climbed up the ladder with ease to check the loft.*
*He muttered to himself up there in Gaeilge, wondering why there was so little hay. Evidently she'd forgotten to get some, or whoever was in charge of stocking things had fogotten.*
((It's Danvers. Sabotagin' as usual.))
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 2, 2007 22:14:07 GMT -5
Everything down here looks OK to me, but is there enough hay up there?
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Post by Michael on Dec 2, 2007 22:15:19 GMT -5
"Not by half. I can't see one of the Heekins forgettin' to order enough... someone's messin' with the stock." *He said, frowning.* "Come up and take a look."
*He leaned over the ladder and extended a hand to help her up, as she was in a skirt.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 2, 2007 22:17:54 GMT -5
*She took his hand, feeling a slight jolt run through her arm as their skin touched. Shaking it off as much as she could, she climbed the rest of the way up and looked around.* It must have been Mrs. Danvers.
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Post by Michael on Dec 2, 2007 22:19:06 GMT -5
"Mrs. Danvers, then, is not on my list of people in England that I like." *He said to himself.* "Who is she?" *He asked her, also ignoring the jolting feeling that had run up his arm.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 2, 2007 22:25:02 GMT -5
She's the housekeeper and she takes care of absolutely everything. Micaela told me that Mrs. Danvers really dislikes her...so Iguess it was her.
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Post by Michael on Dec 2, 2007 22:27:05 GMT -5
*He frowned.*
"I never did like it when a housekeeper had the run of everything. Old Mrs. Heekin was a sight to behold--the whole staff lived in fear of her. I certainly hope Ms. de Winter has inherited some of that--if not, the horses are going to suffer."
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 3, 2007 15:04:51 GMT -5
I'm sure Aunt Micaela will take care of it, she's pretty spunky.
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Post by Michael on Dec 3, 2007 15:07:09 GMT -5
*He thought for a second, then turned back to Scarlett.*
"The stalls are to your satisfaction, then, Miss Scarlett?" *He asked, eyes twinkling.*
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Dec 3, 2007 15:08:44 GMT -5
They look good to me. *She smiled brightly.*
((BRB-gotta go steal some food.))
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