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Post by Micaela on Mar 3, 2008 17:34:20 GMT -5
*Micaela smiled fondly.*
"No need to get all embarrassed. It's not charity, see. It's a gift." *She insisted.*
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Post by Sorcha on Mar 3, 2008 17:38:02 GMT -5
"A...a gift?"
*She sat down weakly, realizing Micaela was serious.*
"...why?"
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Post by Micaela on Mar 3, 2008 17:40:10 GMT -5
"Because there's no reason you shouldn't get your chance to make whatever you want of yourself. If my grandfather hadn't intervened, I'd never have been here or any other place except Kenmare, raising horses." *She said softly.* "My parents wanted me to marry and stay home to help with the farm, but he wouldn't let them keep me there."
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Post by Sorcha on Mar 3, 2008 17:42:33 GMT -5
"...anything I want to be?" *she murmured.*
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Post by Micaela on Mar 3, 2008 17:43:00 GMT -5
"Anything at all."
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Post by Sorcha on Mar 3, 2008 17:46:55 GMT -5
*Sorcha was struck dumb, her eyes wide.*
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Post by Micaela on Mar 3, 2008 17:47:32 GMT -5
"I'm here, aren't I? I was given a chance and it's only right I give someone else one."
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Post by Sorcha on Mar 3, 2008 17:49:36 GMT -5
"I...I..." *Sorcha tried to stand up, leaning a bit against the dressing table and only succeeding in knocking over a bottle of scent.* "Oh! I'm sorry!" *she said, kneeling to right the bottle and beginning to blot up the spilled perfume.*
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Post by Micaela on Mar 3, 2008 17:51:59 GMT -5
*Micaela stood and began wiping some of it up with a handkerchief. She frowned at the smell. It wasn't hers, she always smelled like lemons, and that wasn't lemon, that was azalea....*
"Rebecca." *She said, rolling her eyes.* "Every time I think everything of hers is out of the house, something else pops up... it's like Danvers is still here." *She looked at the bottle and realized it was dusty.* "Ah well, she must have put it there years ago."
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Post by Sorcha on Mar 3, 2008 17:54:06 GMT -5
"I'm sorry..." *said Sorcha.*
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Post by Micaela on Mar 3, 2008 17:55:20 GMT -5
*She smiled.* "No problem. I'll get the tablecloth cleaned and change clothes."
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Post by Sorcha on Mar 3, 2008 17:56:40 GMT -5
*Sorcha chastised herself in her head, still.
...even so, she was starting to imagine the ruse of being a boy.*
I could dye my hair...a medium-dark brown, I think...I can use some of those roots Mam keeps for dying and make a rinse...I could CUT my hair...
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Post by Micaela on Mar 4, 2008 9:41:04 GMT -5
*Micaela put everything back in place and changed behind the screen into her nightgown... it was getting late anyway. She sat at the vanity and quickly began loosely braiding her hair to get it out of her way.*
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Post by Sorcha on Mar 4, 2008 9:42:05 GMT -5
"Here, let me," *said Sorcha, mindful of her duties as she took Micaela's hair and gently and expertly plaited it into a tight coil.*
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Post by Micaela on Mar 4, 2008 9:43:42 GMT -5
*Micaela frowned at her hair, looking at the end of the braid.*
"Damn, I need a haircut. The ends are getting all nasty."
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