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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 11, 2006 13:39:17 GMT -5
*Mme. Giry hesitated for a moment.* "I had no husband to support me, my dear. When Meg was very young and my husband was..." *she chose her words carefully.* "...with us, I of course did not work at the Opera. My circumstances changed, regrettably, and as long as I did not perform in any productions myself, only teach, the manager then was kind enough to let me stay on as ballet mistress." *She placed a comforting hand on Arielle's shoulder.* "Be thankful your circumstances are not what mine were. Your husband is a good man, and you will take joy in raising your family. That is your job now, that is your art."
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Post by Arielle on Oct 11, 2006 14:20:30 GMT -5
*Arielle's eyes filled with tears* But- but I've been cast in the new opera! I'm to be Princess Metrizia of Vassilveria! I can't just walk out on it...they're depending on me!*Her heart sank even as she said this, as she knew that the managers could easily replace her with any one of the many talented girls milling around this place.* Well I...I suppose I should go home then...Goodbye, Madame Giry...*She managed to sweep off, looking mature rather than like a bouncing teenager for the first time...ever*
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 11, 2006 14:22:47 GMT -5
"I am truly sorry, Arielle," *whispered Madame Giry, shaking her head as she watched the girl go.* "Goodbye." They grow up so fast...too fast...
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Post by Rose on Oct 11, 2006 14:23:36 GMT -5
((Join the club, Arielle...))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 11, 2006 14:29:22 GMT -5
((I still need to finish talking to you, Marianne...))
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Post by Rose on Oct 11, 2006 14:31:07 GMT -5
Marianne entered randomly and was startled at the sight of Madame. "Oh... hello," she stammered, trying to look dignified.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 11, 2006 14:35:35 GMT -5
((Heh. Thanks.)) "Madame le Vicomte," *said Madame Giry with a short bow of her head in greeting.* "I trust this morning finds you well?"
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Post by Rose on Oct 11, 2006 14:39:28 GMT -5
Marianne's eyes flicked to her surroundings as if mentally working out a way to flee. "Yes, this morning finds me well," she repeated.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 11, 2006 14:42:08 GMT -5
"I confess I am surprised to see you here. I would have thought you have much to prepare for, with the baby coming..." *Madame Giry shot the girl a keen look.*
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Post by Rose on Oct 11, 2006 14:44:02 GMT -5
Marianne blanched. Her mouth dropped open for a moment, then snapped together tightly.
"How do you know about that?" she whispered, her words hoarse and clipped. How dare she taunt me, when there is obviously no baby anymore? That doctor, spreading rumors!
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Post by Demiselle on Oct 11, 2006 14:45:55 GMT -5
((She's Giry. She knows all. Except that I voted on her wedding dress. And Marianne, I translated that sentence. I hope it works.))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 11, 2006 14:47:14 GMT -5
"You told me yourself you were expecting, my dear girl," *said Mme. Giry lightly, with a vaguely irritated edge to her voice.* If it pains her so, we need only go over it once to understand how things are going to be. ((And she doesn't know there isn't any baby.))
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Post by Rose on Oct 11, 2006 14:50:34 GMT -5
((I'm such a loser, I completely forgot I told her... *headdesk*))
"So I did." She drew in a deep breath. "Unfortunate as it is, Madame, I have... miscarried." The lie rolled off her tongue as if it was God's truth.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 11, 2006 14:53:01 GMT -5
*Madame Giry turned a shade paler, but nodded slowly.* "I see. I am sorry for your loss..." *She took Marianne's cold hand and patted it.* "Do not dwell on it my dear--it is often so with the first child. You and the Vicomte are young, and there will be other children."
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Post by Rose on Oct 11, 2006 14:57:12 GMT -5
Marianne forced a bereaved expression onto her face, although she felt a pang of real sadness. "Sadly, the doctor has said that... it cannot be..."
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