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Post by Tony on Jan 11, 2010 1:32:31 GMT -5
Tony nodded to Violetta, with a smile.
"I remember I last saw you when you were only as high as my knee...you must have been barely two years old. I'm your Uncle Tony--your mother's brother."
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Post by Ellie de Winter on Jan 11, 2010 1:33:06 GMT -5
Ellie smiled. "I'll be right back."
With that she left her husband's side, only to return a few moments later with Andrew and Nora in tow. Andrew, tall for seventeen, generally favored his mother with his dark hair and light eyes, while Nora, fifteen, resembled a more delicate version of her father, including her reddish hair.
"Sir Percy, Lady Vianne, may I present Andrew Percival and Nora Margaret Blakeney. Andrew, Nora, these are your grandparents."
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Post by Sir Percy on Jan 11, 2010 1:34:29 GMT -5
"Indeed madame, lost in a way, you are correct," Percy said gently.
He gave a reproving glance to his wife, but stopped short of saying something, as he quietly looked at his grandchildren.
For once, words deserted him. Him, the insanely foppish Sir Percy!
His eyes softened as he saw traits of their grandmother and his son in both their faces.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jan 11, 2010 1:36:00 GMT -5
Vianne had taken Violetta's hand gently, her own guilt rising up to condemn her for a moment before Ellie re-appeared with the two young people, introduced as her grandchildren.
Vianne stared at them for a moment, then smiled weakly and had to grope for Percy's arm for support.
"Oh...I am SO pleased to meet you both!"
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Post by Sir Percy on Jan 11, 2010 1:37:43 GMT -5
Percy slipped a strong arm around his wife and spoke hoarsely.
"Zounds! What a day," he exclaimed, but his eyes were suspiciously bright, for the sight of his grandchildren, fully grown, was enough to cut off his voice.
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Post by Ellie de Winter on Jan 11, 2010 1:38:36 GMT -5
Andrew bowed. "Very pleased to meet both of you..."
Nora was quite shy and hadn't said a word, just curtseyed.
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Post by Sir Percy on Jan 11, 2010 1:41:40 GMT -5
Percy looked at his grandson, and felt, unbidden, a lump in his throat.
"You look very much like my son," he said softly, and knew that Tony would understand what he meant.
For indeed, it was Andrew's eyes peering out of the boy's face, and Andrew's fine, artistic hands.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jan 11, 2010 1:44:43 GMT -5
Vianne smiled at Nora, seeing in the girl's shy demeanour a shadow of herself as girl.
"What a lovely dress you have, Mademoiselle," she offered gently.
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Post by Henry VIII on Jan 11, 2010 12:06:51 GMT -5
"There are plenty of gossips at court who would know, I'm sure, but I tend not to pay attention to such things. They too often turn out to be hurtful. I only know my family's stories with any great familiarity, and my own storytelling abilities are quite dull to begin with." "Oh, I don't know about that," he said, expertly setting her into a twirl. "I think, from how good you are at conversation, that you'd make a great storyteller."
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Post by Violetta on Jan 11, 2010 12:08:38 GMT -5
"I'm glad to finally meet you, Tony. Your sister spoke so often of her brothers, she'll be so happy to hear that I finally got to meet you--and your wife, as well!" She said, turning to Ellen with a smile .
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Post by Zachaire on Jan 11, 2010 12:11:03 GMT -5
It was then that Zachaire had finally caught up to his sister, glancing curiously at the other four, though he paid particular attention to the two who were dressed in Persian garb... "Forgive my intrusion...I'd thought, as my sister seemed acquainted with you, that I should introduce myself. I am Zachaire de Chagny-von Hapsburg." He spoke formally, and a bit stiffly, but he was not at all unfriendly. He simply found it hard in such situations .
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Post by Kat de Winter on Jan 11, 2010 19:39:08 GMT -5
"Oh, I don't know about that," he said, expertly setting her into a twirl. "I think, from how good you are at conversation, that you'd make a great storyteller." She moved through the steps with a lightness and grace that went beyond the dancing skills deemed necessary to be a lady of society, but the steps were so natural to her that the conversation flowed easily. "Your Majesty flatters me," she laughed, "for no matter how skilled the conversationalist, the conversation, as a dance, will fall flat without an engaging partner."
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Post by Henry VIII on Jan 11, 2010 20:11:21 GMT -5
A mischievous gleam entered his eye.
"Ah, but what if one is enganging, but simply doesn't realize it? The the one seeking the story would still want to speak with them."
He was truly enjoying the banter--he hadn't been able to indulge in that sort of thing in a long while, surrounded as he had been by the usual girls (who, while lovely, were sadly lacking in wit).
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Post by Kat de Winter on Jan 11, 2010 20:14:29 GMT -5
She doubted they were discussing her story-telling abilities any longer, and was going to say something witty when the dance ended. She stepped away from her partner and clapped for the musicians, a small smile playing about her lips.
"It seems we must disengage, as it were, for the time being. I'm sure your attention is desired elsewhere."
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Post by Sir Percy on Jan 11, 2010 21:48:59 GMT -5
It was then that Zachaire had finally caught up to his sister, glancing curiously at the other four, though he paid particular attention to the two who were dressed in Persian garb... "Forgive my intrusion...I'd thought, as my sister seemed acquainted with you, that I should introduce myself. I am Zachaire de Chagny-von Hapsburg." He spoke formally, and a bit stiffly, but he was not at all unfriendly. He simply found it hard in such situations. Sir Percy turned to the tall slender man who joined Violetta. "Sir Percy Blakeney, m'dear fellow," as he lazily lifted his monocole and peered through it at Zachaire. "Delighted, old chap. Simply delighted."
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