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Arrival
Sept 21, 2008 22:04:31 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 21, 2008 22:04:31 GMT -5
*Eventually the Paris crowd turned into ever-scarcer villages and the occasional farmhouse. It had not snowed yet, so a patchwork of harvested fields and winter wheat covered the landscape once they got out of the city. Then the flat fields turned into alternating barren forests and fields laid out over rolling hills and valleys.*
*The villages became ever more quaint and like something out of a storybook, almost like a fairy tale. Indeed, in the summer, one could almost believe in fairies here. He knew once they passed through Brix that they were getting very, very close. He woke Iris, who had been sleeping.*
"Almost there. It'll be in view in a few moments."
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Arrival
Sept 21, 2008 22:06:43 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 21, 2008 22:06:43 GMT -5
Iris rubbed the sleep from her eyes and peered around drowsily.
“Already?”
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Arrival
Sept 21, 2008 22:11:24 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 21, 2008 22:11:24 GMT -5
"Mmhmm, when we just come across this..." *But they had rounded the bend that put the Chateau, on the top of a gentle hill, into view.*
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Arrival
Sept 21, 2008 22:12:46 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 21, 2008 22:12:46 GMT -5
Iris’ mouth dropped.
“Nicolas. Oh, Nicolas! It’s beautiful!”
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Arrival
Sept 21, 2008 22:14:04 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 21, 2008 22:14:04 GMT -5
*He smiled at the look on her face.*
"You should see it once it snows."
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Arrival
Sept 21, 2008 22:16:50 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 21, 2008 22:16:50 GMT -5
“I don’t think something that perfect has any right to exist.”
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Arrival
Sept 21, 2008 22:26:09 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 21, 2008 22:26:09 GMT -5
"Well it does, and..."
*But the sound of the carriage coming up the gravel had drawn the attention of Coralie, who promptly brought everyone outside, beaming. Coralie was their matronly, warm, redheaded housekeeper and cook, and next to her stood a small, strawberry-blonde girl of about 20, who was pregnant and beaming just as wildly. A handsome young man about her age or possibly a little older had his arm around the girl's shoulders, and an older man stood a bit away from them all.*
*The carriage pulled up and Nicki stepped out of the it, beaming. Coralie immediately launched herself at him in a hug.* "Nicolas d'Enjolras you have grown FAR too tall!" *She cried in rapid French.*
"Calm down, Coralie." *He chuckled.* "I'm only a few inches taller than the last time I... dear God is that my Rosie?" *He pulled away and went to wrap the small pregnant girl in a hug, spinning her around.* "Rosie you look wonderful! And who on earth is this?" *He asked about the man, pulling away. Rose showed him a small golden band on her left hand, beaming. Nicki, if possible, grinned wider. He turned to the man, who had stepped forward.* "I'm Michel Dupont, I'm the ... well, I'm a footman, a stable boy, and a chimneysweep by turns."
*Nicki extended a hand.* "You take good care of my Rose, I won't see her hurt." *He mock threatened. Nicki then went and shook hands with the older man.* "Good to see you, Leblanc." *Leblanc smiled.* "You too, Monsieur."
*Nicki turned around to the carriage.*
"Now, everyone, there's someone I'd like you to meet..." *He extended a hand for Iris to step down with.*
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Arrival
Sept 21, 2008 22:30:21 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 21, 2008 22:30:21 GMT -5
Iris looked around, soaking in the friendly faces as she took Nicolas’ hand and hopped down.
“Bonjour," she said in a small voice.
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Arrival
Sept 21, 2008 22:34:30 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 21, 2008 22:34:30 GMT -5
"Everyone, this is Iris Fisher. Iris, this is Coralie, our housekeeper, Rose, our maid and Coralie's daughter, Michel, jack-of-all-trades, and Rose's husband, and Leblanc, our groundskeeper."
*He smiled.*
"Iris speaks some French, but mainly English, so Coralie, I know you and Rose are fine, but Michel, Leblanc, if Miss Fisher needs anything just consult Coralie." *He told them in French.*
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Arrival
Sept 21, 2008 22:35:30 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 21, 2008 22:35:30 GMT -5
“It’s very nice to meet you all.”
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Arrival
Sept 21, 2008 22:39:54 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 21, 2008 22:39:54 GMT -5
*Everyone smiled and Coralie came up to Iris.*
"Eef you don't mind, Hrose will lead you to your room." *She said, speaking in a light accent and leading her daughter to Iris. Rose smiled.* "Hrose cannot speak." *Coralie informed her.* "Boot she can perform all ze tasks of any maid who speaks."
*Rose motioned for Iris to follow her.*
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Arrival
Sept 21, 2008 22:42:27 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 21, 2008 22:42:27 GMT -5
“Thank you very much, Coralie.”
She turned and smiled at Nicolas before trailing Rose.
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Arrival
Sept 21, 2008 22:47:47 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 21, 2008 22:47:47 GMT -5
*Michel followed with the bags as Iris was led to her room.*
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Arrival
Sept 21, 2008 22:52:29 GMT -5
Post by Iris on Sept 21, 2008 22:52:29 GMT -5
The room was almost picturesque; a cozy little place where one could curl up and lay for hours in pure comfort.
It was, by far, the most impressive room Iris had ever had the privilege of staying in.
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Arrival
Sept 21, 2008 22:54:15 GMT -5
Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 21, 2008 22:54:15 GMT -5
*Rose made sure everything was in order before motioning to the bags, silently asking if Iris wanted her to unpack.*
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