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Post by Sorcha on Feb 3, 2008 9:22:16 GMT -5
*The moors bloomed with a profusion of purple heather, the scent riding lightly on the wind that always seemed to blow across the wild lands. A light mist had risen close to the ground just before dawn, when Sorcha liked to go riding. She'd taken out the milk-white mare she rode often on these outings--the horse did not mind being woken so early. Wearing her old gray dress she rode barefoot and bareback, the loose waves of her dark red hair streaming down her back and over her shoulders, aglow with glinting golden highlights in the pale pink of the early morning. The mist curled around the horse's hooves as she rode quietly, sedately across the moors, the early morning birdsong the only thing to break the hush. Anyone who saw her may have given a moment's belief to the tales of the fairy queens of olden days, as there was something timeless about the beauty of a girl and her horse in the holy solitude of the time when night gave way to day.*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on May 3, 2008 15:57:38 GMT -5
**LATER**
*Raised by a born-and-bred horsewoman and a man whose family had been riding and hunting since antiquity, Ellie was, naturally, an absolutely excellent horsewoman. She pounded over the moors on a great chestnut mare, who looked bred to the hills of Ireland rather than the moors and cliffs of Cornwall. Nonetheless, they cut a fine figure together, despite Ellie's inescapable smallness of frame and the horse's disproportionate bulk, both moving gracefully as one. Ellie's hair flew out behind her just as the mare's tail whipped about in the wind, that is until they stopped atop a hill and looked over the moors. Ellie could almost see to the ocean. She felt deep within her a sense of belonging on these moors, atop these hills and by this ocean, a sense that only came from being born upon the land your ancestors had loved for centuries.*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on Jun 3, 2008 10:05:52 GMT -5
**NEW DAY, TEENAGER!ELLIE**
*Ellie sat on top of a large rock, skirt torn, leg scratched (it had stopped bleeding but left a smidgen of a stain on her dress), face exposed to the beating sun and hair left to tumble down her back in messy things that could have been called waves had she taken care of them. Despite the scandal she'd induce were Gwen to find her, or God forbid one of those insipid society girls who came over for tea sometimes, she was perfectly happy to sit on a rock in a bloodstained skirt, freckling as she read a worn copy of Northanger Abbey.*
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Post by Tony on Jun 3, 2008 16:34:07 GMT -5
*A pheasant was startled out from under a nearby gorse bush as Tony approached on what he thought was a solitary ramble. After Liam's departure on his honeymoon, Mrs. de Winter had kindly invited him to stay on at the house as long as he liked, and Tony had accepted for lack of a better alternative. Nothing mattered, not really. Not anymore.*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on Jun 3, 2008 16:49:33 GMT -5
"Afternoon, Mr. Blakeney." *She said, not bothering to look up from her book.*
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Post by Tony on Jun 3, 2008 16:55:53 GMT -5
*He looked startled to find her there, but nodded curtly.*
"Miss. Miss...um..."
Her name was...
"...Liam's...sister."
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Post by Ellie de Winter on Jun 3, 2008 17:03:41 GMT -5
"Ellen. Otherwise referred to as Ellie." *She said flatly. Inside, she was somewhat crestfallen that he hadn't even remembered her name. Given, she wasn't very interesting, but still. She hadn't looked up from the book.*
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Post by Tony on Jun 3, 2008 17:08:18 GMT -5
"Right. Um. Sorry to have...er...disturbed you. Excuse me."
*He bowed awkwardly and turned to move off in a different direction.*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on Jun 3, 2008 17:18:22 GMT -5
*Her eyes flicked up to his retreating form and she sighed a little.*
Oh, come off it.
*She stood to climb off of the rock but lost her balance and began falling backwards. In an effort to right herself she took a step back onto air and screamed as the other foot slipped. She scraped the already-injured leg, coaxing it to bleed again, and managed to catch herself with a hand. This hand gave way before she could swing the other arm up, and she fell a few feet before hitting her head on the ground. Everything was getting dark, and she felt so very sleepy...*
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Post by Tony on Jun 3, 2008 17:22:38 GMT -5
"...Miss Ellie? Miss Ellen?" *Tony sounded a little frantic as he shook her shoulder gently, having rushed back at the sound of her scream.* "Can you hear me?" *he asked, strong arms lifting her, steadying her head.*
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Post by Ellie de Winter on Jun 3, 2008 17:26:14 GMT -5
*She looked up at him, eyes hazy.*
"What'm I doing all the way up here? I was on the... the... oh bugger what's the word?" *She asked, referring to the ground.*
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Post by Tony on Jun 3, 2008 17:29:46 GMT -5
"You need a physician," *he said shortly, trying to help her up.* "Do you think you can stand?"
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Post by Ellie de Winter on Jun 3, 2008 17:34:00 GMT -5
*Ellie attempted to stay upright but felt herself swooning and falling to the left.*
"Timberrr!" *She giggled inappropriately, failing to recognize in her addled state that falling usually ended badly.*
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Post by Tony on Jun 3, 2008 17:35:38 GMT -5
"Whoa, now," *said Tony, easily catching her and swinging her into an easy fireman's hold as he began to walk back to the estate.* "Try to stay awake--here, tell me...tell me about...Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Do it, now."
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Post by Ellie de Winter on Jun 3, 2008 18:16:40 GMT -5
*She furrowed her brow.*
"Is that the one with the wolf and the houses an' the.. an' the... ?" *She yawned, resting her head on his chest.* "So sleeepyyy..."
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