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Post by Sorcha on May 29, 2008 14:34:31 GMT -5
"Fah more minnnn..." *she murmured into the pillow she had a death-grip on.*
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Post by Liam on May 29, 2008 14:35:14 GMT -5
*He nudged again.*
"We've got a train to catch in an hour." *He informed her.*
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Post by Sorcha on May 29, 2008 14:37:59 GMT -5
"An HOUR!?" *she shrieked, sitting bolt upright and throwing off the covers before careening out of bed.* "I NEED TO PACK! I NEED TO--AUGH!"
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Post by Liam on May 29, 2008 14:41:25 GMT -5
"The staff packed your things last night." *He said nonchalantly, stretching lazily and wrapping a sheet around his waist. He went to peek outside the door, where traveling outfits were waiting for them. He held out hers to her.*
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Post by Sorcha on May 29, 2008 14:48:45 GMT -5
*Sorcha took the clothing and clasped it against her chest, blushing.*
"Er...they did?"
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Post by Liam on May 29, 2008 14:49:41 GMT -5
*He nodded.*
"Yeah." *He said, with a 'duh' look on his face.*
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Post by Sorcha on May 29, 2008 15:04:49 GMT -5
"Oh..." *she went into the adjoining bathroom and quickly bathed before she emerged, dressed in the smart traveling suit with her wild curls tamed into a sedate knot at the nape of her neck with only a few strands loosely curling about her face.*
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Post by Liam on May 29, 2008 17:24:34 GMT -5
*He smiled, standing from where he had been sitting on the bed, already dressed in a simple suit that wasn't much different from the smart, high-quality clothing he normally wore.*
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Post by Sorcha on May 29, 2008 17:27:32 GMT -5
*Sorcha absently fiddled with her hair, feeling somewhat uncomfortable in these clothes she or her mother hadn't made themselves.*
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Post by Liam on May 29, 2008 17:31:11 GMT -5
"Ready to go?" *He asked, extending a hand.*
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Post by Sorcha on May 29, 2008 17:32:36 GMT -5
"As I'll ever be," *she said with a deep breath and a wavering smile as she took his hand in hers, her simple gold wedding band still feeling strange and cool on her finger.*
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Post by Liam on May 29, 2008 17:33:45 GMT -5
*He squeezed.*
"You alright?"
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Post by Sorcha on May 30, 2008 1:36:57 GMT -5
"Yes. No. Nervous."
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Post by Liam on May 30, 2008 9:41:15 GMT -5
"About what?" *Now they were in the main hallway leading to the great hall from that wing, and were getting smiling glances from the staff, some of whom (the younger maids) were whispering giddily behind hands.*
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Post by Sorcha on May 30, 2008 9:50:44 GMT -5
*Sorcha blushed as she began to notice the glances and whispers, too. Still, MacNamaras had pride in spades and she managed to keep her head held high. Just before they reached the great hall, she half-paused in her stride to coolly meet the glances of two tittering maids holding flower arrangements.*
"For your information, it was wonderful," *she said frostily, with a mind-your-own-business glare from her gray-green eyes. The maids fell silent and pale, all traces of smirks wiped from their faces as Sorcha blithely beamed at Liam and hugged his arm as they continued walking.*
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