Wisty
- In the Duggins -
Buy a flower from a poor girl?
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Post by Wisty on Jun 13, 2007 13:13:55 GMT -5
Ring. Aimring. Um, Aimjewell...Aimband?
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Post by Aimery on Jun 13, 2007 13:16:18 GMT -5
*Aimery nodded and then shook his head, moving his hands to suggest she go back to the first one. He made the ring gesture again. Then he held his hands up and apart before bringing them together to suggest shortening it.*
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Wisty
- In the Duggins -
Buy a flower from a poor girl?
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Post by Wisty on Jun 13, 2007 13:20:01 GMT -5
It is Aimring? Oh. *watches him again* Aimrig...Aimrin...Aimerin...Aimery...Aimerig...
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Post by Aimery on Jun 13, 2007 13:28:55 GMT -5
*Aimery shook his head with hope in his eyes as she went through the list. She was so close. That! He nodded and his eyes widened at the right one. Then his brow furrowed as she continued. His gesturing grew excited and he signed to go back.*
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Wisty
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Buy a flower from a poor girl?
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Post by Wisty on Jun 13, 2007 13:33:06 GMT -5
Aimerin? Aimery? AIMERY?
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Post by Aimery on Jun 13, 2007 13:37:03 GMT -5
*Aimery nodded wildly, grabbing her hands in excitement. That was amazing. He never dreamed she could guess that. Remembering formality he released her. But then he stood and bowed politely in introduction.*
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Wisty
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Buy a flower from a poor girl?
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Post by Wisty on Jun 13, 2007 13:44:58 GMT -5
*laughs loudly, a full, obnoxious, cockney-accented laugh*
Aimery! I can't believe I got it! It's nice to meet you Aimery! And you don't need to bow to me, I'm just a common flower girl, nothing better.
*sticks out her hand cheerfully*
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Post by Aimery on Jun 13, 2007 13:47:23 GMT -5
And I am only a poor dancer.
*Aimery shook her hand warmly, his smile bright. As if she hadn't seen him or his clothing, he stood back and gestured to himself and then executed a few brief dance steps.*
See?
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Wisty
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Post by Wisty on Jun 13, 2007 13:53:16 GMT -5
*grins* Aimery is a dancer. And a very good one, I can tell.
*grins at him wordlessly for another moment, thinking, then heaves a happy sigh*
It's strange; it feels like we know each other really well now!
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Post by Aimery on Jun 13, 2007 14:00:26 GMT -5
*Aimery gave her a look of 'how can you say that, we've just met' but smiled and shook his head. Then he looked inquisitively around them and pointed to the ground.*
Why are you here?
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Wisty
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Buy a flower from a poor girl?
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Post by Wisty on Jun 13, 2007 17:07:19 GMT -5
*thinks for a long moment before realizing what he's asking*
Oh! Oh...I'm just...passing through...
*wanders over to a prop table in the hopes of changing the subject*
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Post by Aimery on Jun 13, 2007 17:14:51 GMT -5
*Aimery jogged to catch up with her. He touched her hand gently to get her attention. Making a fist, he rubbed it against his chest in a circle.*
I'm sorry.
*He looked apologetic and hopeful.*
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Wisty
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Post by Wisty on Jun 13, 2007 17:19:17 GMT -5
*smiles easily at him*
Oh, you don't have to be sorry. It's nothing. I just...
*glances at him out of the corner of her eye, judging his character*
Well, I'm not really s'posed to be in here. I normally work out on the street, selling flowers from a cart. I just wanted to see what the inside of the great Opera looked like for once.
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Post by Aimery on Jun 13, 2007 17:25:18 GMT -5
*Aimery had a moment of understanding, his eyes widening and then he nodded. No wonder. He smiled gently and pointed to his chest and brought his finger to his lips, vowing silence. He looked around the room and then back to her, questioningly.*
So what do you think?
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Wisty
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Post by Wisty on Jun 13, 2007 17:31:07 GMT -5
*follows his gaze around the auditorium, staring up at the enormous chandelier*
It's...AMAZING. I never in all my days imagined a place as big as this. I ain't never been in a building bigger than the flat where my granddad lived when I was as tall as your knee!
*picks up a faux-gold-hilted sword*
You sure have beautiful stuff here, too.
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