Post by Carlotta on Jan 5, 2008 14:08:38 GMT -5
-The eyes of some women were not able to be discerned at all. So
well their lashes discreet such when their hearts loyalty resided
elsewhere. The revelation of cleavage was not all so well either as his
attentions did not seem to waver for too long upon them. Perhaps it was only a mere glimpse or so because it's portrayal was not so much more than that which was obtained to put into a memory to think of it later. Nonetheless, the books
were eased back into her priorly holding arms. The title of Charles V reminding him well of the captor whom his country had taken not too much earlier that year. It thus with a twist of his head, he would look to the approaching woman who seemed to be in a lesser state of garb than the two duchess' either way,
her words gave him an invitation to leave their company for one reason or
another. A subdued nod was thus given to the ladies before he'd make his
leave. His formalities left with the passing of the nod as he'd presume to weave into the crowds.-d-
Another to arrive, and Rhiannon's curtsy would have to do
for them both. She was in no hurry to find out what the birthing process felt
like, in reverse. Especially with the size of that kid's head! The arrival
of the woman was a God send, for surely if exposure continued much longer,
breastsycles her chest would become. Reclaiming her books, they'd be lifted
as her cloak was readjusted. Seeing him leave without a word, a glance was
spared in Rhiannon's direction. She'd await until the man was lost in the crowd
before she'd slap between her legs where the boy's head had settled. "Alright
trouble, out with you." Came her demand in a soft voice. The boy would inch
his way out from behind her, then slowly come to stand at her side giving all
that wide owlet look, surprised that these uppity folks, as his class called
them, had even helped him. One hand released it's hold upon the books, and
held out towards the boy with palm up. "Now give what belongs not to you to
me, and I'll see you're rewarded." A bit of a smirk. "For returning property
someone else stole." Of course the boy looked as if he was about to dart, but
something in her words gave him pause and he'd hand over the man's purse to
her. This she would place atop her books as that hand would delve into a
pocket and withdraw some coins to hand to the lad. "Find a man by the name of
Geddoe, at the blacksmith shop, tell him Lady Carlotta sent you. I think it
would be worth your while."
A soft blink as the gentlemen departed, before her eyes settled on the small boy appearing from under the one lady's skirts. In a different situation, she would have boxed the amateur’s ears, given him a few good pointers and sent him on his way. Much as she had done with Aiden. Only, he'd hung around. That thought brought a soft laugh, and she stifled it with one
of her hands, adding it to the charade. Soft, innocent blue eyes lifted from
the scene at their feet to the other woman, dipping a small curtsey. "Your
Grace...." A quick turn to the woman now free of her burden and another dip
was given. "And Your Grace..." Luck be with them, the company of two lady
Duchesses at one time. She could feel Aiden approach and held in the smile.
Rhiannon watched all this with interest and as the boy sent
a quick look her way as he relented his stolen purse she offered a gentle
smile. Off he shot like a rabbit with a fox hot on the trail and she looked
up at Carlotta. "You are very good with children Lady Basinstoke, and men as
well it seems perhaps I could pick up some pointers from you." Her attention
then turned to the Lady before them and her brother. "Though I wish the
meeting could have been during another occasion... I am Duchess Rhiannon Kendrick of Suffolk, pleased to make your acquaintance." Dipping into the curtsey yet again she'd allow Carlotta the chance to introduce herself this time and thought humorously that her own knees just might give with all this curtseying. Eyes of chestnut hue moved between the two as the greeting was meant for both, then she moved back a pace to allow Lady Basinstoke her turn. What a
night this was turning out to be already, and she'd fancied herself a dreary walk with nothing at all to entertain her. (d)
Rhiannon's words had her softly chuckling. "Try making the
rank as Barrister, you find men and children are a lot alike to deal with."
Softly stated with a lean towards the woman. The Spaniards purse would be
now gripped with those heavy volumes held in her arms. Turning attention upon the man and woman who had assisted. "A pleasure to make your acquaintances. I'm
Carlotta Basinstoke, Barrister to the King." Now she would indeed offer a
curtsy, with no worries of being goosed in the process. Later, she'd find the
situation quite humorous. Upon standing focus turned directly upon the woman.
"I wish to thank you for your assistance in protecting the boy." She knew the
woman lied, it was obvious she came forth to help. "What might we be able to do
in return to show our gratitude?" Head tilted slightly to the side as she
awaited not only their introductions in return, but an explanation as to why
they went out of their way to do such a thing.
With a fist at his back, Aiden bowed low to the Duchess
first and then to the Barrister but said nothing as of yet while the King's
Aide spoke her appreciation to Lia. He had learned to follow her lead. The woman amazed him at times and they played off of each other well. When she had found him he had been nothing but a street thief, making a living the small charade. Taking him into the Theatre, she taught him that acting had it's uses outside of the show. Casting navy eyes upon the women, he smiled a charming, dimpled smile while he waited for Lia to work her magical spells with her fancy words and pretty blush.
Once again, the blush came in handy as color flooded her creamy cheeks. "I ....can sympathize with the boy." The admission came hesitant, the heavy flavor of her accent making the words nearly musical in nature. "I am
Lady Natalia Ravinoux, of Russia. And this ...is my brother, Lord Aiden
Ravinoux. We've only just come to England, you see, and....many times I feel
as out of place as he must have just then." She once again smothered a small
laugh, her pretty eyes dancing with unconcealed mirth. Whether it be from the act she was putting on, or the one she had just witnessed was unknown to all but
Lia. "We are very pleased to make your acquaintances."
Laughter found her easily it seemed in the company of
Carlotta and she just knew she'd made a new friend this evening. After all..
nothing like a run in with a thief and a blood thirsty Spaniard to bring
women closer together. Even that thought put the light of mirth in her eyes and she surveyed the woman before them now with instant interest. Rhiannon was keen
on such things, meeting new people was something of her forte'. "New to
England.. there seems to be many of those lately. You should come to court soon then, introduce yourselves into the throng of society there. I'm sure you would
enjoy yourselves greatly." A glance to the brother as he was extremely
silent and that always drew her attention. Silence could be a bad thing or in essence something good, however... something about his eyes told her it was likely the former. The vendor of the book cart came round just then to see if he
could be of service and Rhiannon turned, excusing herself to purchase the book
she'd found. Reaching to take her own purse from it's confines she was not at
all shocked to find it gone. The scamp! He'd just as good as replaced one
purse for another. "Well... it seems that I'll have to come back for it sadly
enough... I've apparently forgotten my purse." Now her thoughts had changed
and she wished she had the boy there, mayhap she wouldn't take his hand but
she'd certainly have given him a sound thrashing. (d)
When she heard Rhiannon, she knew, oh yes, she knew as well.
A soft laugh as she'd wave the woman off. "I'll pay for it and you can repay
me later. “If the boy had done as she directed him, she'd get Rhiannon's purse
back for her, and hopefully some of those coins. Turning to face the
vendor, her own purse would be withdrawn. Not kept in a pocket, or upon her
hip like most, her's would be drawn from the depths of that bodice of her's.
Long story of how she came to learn to protect her coins so well. When he stated
his price, of course she'd haggle a bit. By time the two ended their banter,
she paid only half price for Rhiannon's book, and got both her's reduced in
the process. Turning back to face the brother and sister. "Welcome to England, I
hope you find what you search for here." A moment taken to survey the two who
stood before her, what ever her thoughts, they would not be spoken on, nor
would anything other than the kind nature of her smile show and easily
reflect within her own chestnut hues. Would almost seem as if the two women
were sisters, in their coloring. "If I can be of any assistance, you need but
to ask and I'll see what I can do."
Adian's spoke humbly and low in his Russian accent, again
bowing slightly to the Duchess as she invited them to court. "You are too
Kind Milady, My sister and I are honored by such an invitation." When the
book vendor interrupted he again fell silent but could not keep his eyes from moving to the Bodice in which the Barristers purse was being withdrawn. Fearing that he might be caught catching a glimpse of milky white skin, he turned away and coughed into his fist until the transaction was finished. When she spoke he nodded and smiled softly. "You too are kind Milady, it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Thank you kindly Lady Basinstoke and I will of course
return the payment to you as soon as I am able to get back to the castle."
Taking the book once again she turned to survey the two again and the
sentiments of Carlotta were echoed in her gaze and of course Rhiannon noticed the way he glanced toward Carlotta's bodice and had to actually turn away to keep the smile from showing. My what men they had met tonight! Randy rascals they were and seemed to be supremely interested in making the women blush. "I must head back but once again it was wonderful to meet you all. Lady Basinstoke
we must speak again... I have a few matters I would greatly like to discuss
with you, of course when you have a bit of time that the King does not require your services." It had everything to do of course with the Duke of York actually her chance meeting had given her an idea of a way she just might help him further. Another parting curtsey to those gathered and she started toward
the castle with the book in hand, purse less but still happy for what the
night had brought her regardless. (d)
She nodded as Aiden spoke, noting the way the Duchess smiled at her brother but thankfully oblivious to the gaze which drew the response.
"Yes, your Grace. Thank you, Milady." She offered the same warm smile to the
Lady Barrister, dipping her knees once more in respect of the woman's station of her offered kindness. "We are most grateful, milady, for your gratitude and your offer. Perhaps we shall see you at court, no?" A rapid blink of thick
dark lashes over wide blue eyes gave Lia the appearance of a much younger China
doll. Not unintelligent, by any means. There was no way she could hide that.
But perhaps, naive and innocent? Turning slightly, she found Aiden's arm and
tucked her's within it, glancing up at him and waiting for him to make his
goodbyes so they could make way back into their rooms.
"Perhaps, but most generally only if you decide to visit the
Library." Teasingly stated. A glance towards Rhiannon and a nod. "I can
always make time for you Duchess, be sure." All the woman had to do was send
word when she was ready and the Irishwoman would be there. Attention was back
upon sister and brother. "I would suggest, however, that you two make your
way uptown. The hour grows late and this area is far from safe." As if she
was one to talk, when it was this time of the night she usually snuck off to
return to the docks. "I look forward to meeting you both again, and speaking
longer in a warmer setting." Again she'd give the two a curtsy, and a glance
off to the side as some one gained her attention. A burly man, definitely one from the sea, who made a point of being noticed, before he turned away to
disappear behind some crates. She would wait until all present had went well
on their way, before she'd head in the direction of the man who disappeared. The
Barrister had ties on all levels, many would be greatly surprised and perhaps
aghast to learn exactly what they were and how they came to be.
Following her lead once again, he nodded deep to both women.
"Good Eve Your Grace..M'lady, thank you for the advice, my sister and I will
indeed heed the warnings." He placed a hand on Lia's arm before turning with
her. His eyes lingered on the Barrister a moment before completely turning
and heading with Lia toward the waterfront Inn. He did not speak to her until
he was sure that the pair were out of earshot of the women. "That went
well..what a break for us that the brat picked a Noblewoman to hide beneath."
Gone was the Russian accent, replaced with his natural Scottish Brogue.
"Keep walking, Aiden. Nobles would never stay so low along the
water...and thanks to that brat, we can afford it." She grinned up at him,
opening her fingers just enough to reveal that it had been Lia and not the
pickpocket who had stolen the Duchess' coin purse! Something’s were too good to
pass up, and such an opportunity was one of them. The hand not tucked within
Aiden's and holding the purloined purse rose to touch her lips. "Shhh."
well their lashes discreet such when their hearts loyalty resided
elsewhere. The revelation of cleavage was not all so well either as his
attentions did not seem to waver for too long upon them. Perhaps it was only a mere glimpse or so because it's portrayal was not so much more than that which was obtained to put into a memory to think of it later. Nonetheless, the books
were eased back into her priorly holding arms. The title of Charles V reminding him well of the captor whom his country had taken not too much earlier that year. It thus with a twist of his head, he would look to the approaching woman who seemed to be in a lesser state of garb than the two duchess' either way,
her words gave him an invitation to leave their company for one reason or
another. A subdued nod was thus given to the ladies before he'd make his
leave. His formalities left with the passing of the nod as he'd presume to weave into the crowds.-d-
Another to arrive, and Rhiannon's curtsy would have to do
for them both. She was in no hurry to find out what the birthing process felt
like, in reverse. Especially with the size of that kid's head! The arrival
of the woman was a God send, for surely if exposure continued much longer,
breastsycles her chest would become. Reclaiming her books, they'd be lifted
as her cloak was readjusted. Seeing him leave without a word, a glance was
spared in Rhiannon's direction. She'd await until the man was lost in the crowd
before she'd slap between her legs where the boy's head had settled. "Alright
trouble, out with you." Came her demand in a soft voice. The boy would inch
his way out from behind her, then slowly come to stand at her side giving all
that wide owlet look, surprised that these uppity folks, as his class called
them, had even helped him. One hand released it's hold upon the books, and
held out towards the boy with palm up. "Now give what belongs not to you to
me, and I'll see you're rewarded." A bit of a smirk. "For returning property
someone else stole." Of course the boy looked as if he was about to dart, but
something in her words gave him pause and he'd hand over the man's purse to
her. This she would place atop her books as that hand would delve into a
pocket and withdraw some coins to hand to the lad. "Find a man by the name of
Geddoe, at the blacksmith shop, tell him Lady Carlotta sent you. I think it
would be worth your while."
A soft blink as the gentlemen departed, before her eyes settled on the small boy appearing from under the one lady's skirts. In a different situation, she would have boxed the amateur’s ears, given him a few good pointers and sent him on his way. Much as she had done with Aiden. Only, he'd hung around. That thought brought a soft laugh, and she stifled it with one
of her hands, adding it to the charade. Soft, innocent blue eyes lifted from
the scene at their feet to the other woman, dipping a small curtsey. "Your
Grace...." A quick turn to the woman now free of her burden and another dip
was given. "And Your Grace..." Luck be with them, the company of two lady
Duchesses at one time. She could feel Aiden approach and held in the smile.
Rhiannon watched all this with interest and as the boy sent
a quick look her way as he relented his stolen purse she offered a gentle
smile. Off he shot like a rabbit with a fox hot on the trail and she looked
up at Carlotta. "You are very good with children Lady Basinstoke, and men as
well it seems perhaps I could pick up some pointers from you." Her attention
then turned to the Lady before them and her brother. "Though I wish the
meeting could have been during another occasion... I am Duchess Rhiannon Kendrick of Suffolk, pleased to make your acquaintance." Dipping into the curtsey yet again she'd allow Carlotta the chance to introduce herself this time and thought humorously that her own knees just might give with all this curtseying. Eyes of chestnut hue moved between the two as the greeting was meant for both, then she moved back a pace to allow Lady Basinstoke her turn. What a
night this was turning out to be already, and she'd fancied herself a dreary walk with nothing at all to entertain her. (d)
Rhiannon's words had her softly chuckling. "Try making the
rank as Barrister, you find men and children are a lot alike to deal with."
Softly stated with a lean towards the woman. The Spaniards purse would be
now gripped with those heavy volumes held in her arms. Turning attention upon the man and woman who had assisted. "A pleasure to make your acquaintances. I'm
Carlotta Basinstoke, Barrister to the King." Now she would indeed offer a
curtsy, with no worries of being goosed in the process. Later, she'd find the
situation quite humorous. Upon standing focus turned directly upon the woman.
"I wish to thank you for your assistance in protecting the boy." She knew the
woman lied, it was obvious she came forth to help. "What might we be able to do
in return to show our gratitude?" Head tilted slightly to the side as she
awaited not only their introductions in return, but an explanation as to why
they went out of their way to do such a thing.
With a fist at his back, Aiden bowed low to the Duchess
first and then to the Barrister but said nothing as of yet while the King's
Aide spoke her appreciation to Lia. He had learned to follow her lead. The woman amazed him at times and they played off of each other well. When she had found him he had been nothing but a street thief, making a living the small charade. Taking him into the Theatre, she taught him that acting had it's uses outside of the show. Casting navy eyes upon the women, he smiled a charming, dimpled smile while he waited for Lia to work her magical spells with her fancy words and pretty blush.
Once again, the blush came in handy as color flooded her creamy cheeks. "I ....can sympathize with the boy." The admission came hesitant, the heavy flavor of her accent making the words nearly musical in nature. "I am
Lady Natalia Ravinoux, of Russia. And this ...is my brother, Lord Aiden
Ravinoux. We've only just come to England, you see, and....many times I feel
as out of place as he must have just then." She once again smothered a small
laugh, her pretty eyes dancing with unconcealed mirth. Whether it be from the act she was putting on, or the one she had just witnessed was unknown to all but
Lia. "We are very pleased to make your acquaintances."
Laughter found her easily it seemed in the company of
Carlotta and she just knew she'd made a new friend this evening. After all..
nothing like a run in with a thief and a blood thirsty Spaniard to bring
women closer together. Even that thought put the light of mirth in her eyes and she surveyed the woman before them now with instant interest. Rhiannon was keen
on such things, meeting new people was something of her forte'. "New to
England.. there seems to be many of those lately. You should come to court soon then, introduce yourselves into the throng of society there. I'm sure you would
enjoy yourselves greatly." A glance to the brother as he was extremely
silent and that always drew her attention. Silence could be a bad thing or in essence something good, however... something about his eyes told her it was likely the former. The vendor of the book cart came round just then to see if he
could be of service and Rhiannon turned, excusing herself to purchase the book
she'd found. Reaching to take her own purse from it's confines she was not at
all shocked to find it gone. The scamp! He'd just as good as replaced one
purse for another. "Well... it seems that I'll have to come back for it sadly
enough... I've apparently forgotten my purse." Now her thoughts had changed
and she wished she had the boy there, mayhap she wouldn't take his hand but
she'd certainly have given him a sound thrashing. (d)
When she heard Rhiannon, she knew, oh yes, she knew as well.
A soft laugh as she'd wave the woman off. "I'll pay for it and you can repay
me later. “If the boy had done as she directed him, she'd get Rhiannon's purse
back for her, and hopefully some of those coins. Turning to face the
vendor, her own purse would be withdrawn. Not kept in a pocket, or upon her
hip like most, her's would be drawn from the depths of that bodice of her's.
Long story of how she came to learn to protect her coins so well. When he stated
his price, of course she'd haggle a bit. By time the two ended their banter,
she paid only half price for Rhiannon's book, and got both her's reduced in
the process. Turning back to face the brother and sister. "Welcome to England, I
hope you find what you search for here." A moment taken to survey the two who
stood before her, what ever her thoughts, they would not be spoken on, nor
would anything other than the kind nature of her smile show and easily
reflect within her own chestnut hues. Would almost seem as if the two women
were sisters, in their coloring. "If I can be of any assistance, you need but
to ask and I'll see what I can do."
Adian's spoke humbly and low in his Russian accent, again
bowing slightly to the Duchess as she invited them to court. "You are too
Kind Milady, My sister and I are honored by such an invitation." When the
book vendor interrupted he again fell silent but could not keep his eyes from moving to the Bodice in which the Barristers purse was being withdrawn. Fearing that he might be caught catching a glimpse of milky white skin, he turned away and coughed into his fist until the transaction was finished. When she spoke he nodded and smiled softly. "You too are kind Milady, it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Thank you kindly Lady Basinstoke and I will of course
return the payment to you as soon as I am able to get back to the castle."
Taking the book once again she turned to survey the two again and the
sentiments of Carlotta were echoed in her gaze and of course Rhiannon noticed the way he glanced toward Carlotta's bodice and had to actually turn away to keep the smile from showing. My what men they had met tonight! Randy rascals they were and seemed to be supremely interested in making the women blush. "I must head back but once again it was wonderful to meet you all. Lady Basinstoke
we must speak again... I have a few matters I would greatly like to discuss
with you, of course when you have a bit of time that the King does not require your services." It had everything to do of course with the Duke of York actually her chance meeting had given her an idea of a way she just might help him further. Another parting curtsey to those gathered and she started toward
the castle with the book in hand, purse less but still happy for what the
night had brought her regardless. (d)
She nodded as Aiden spoke, noting the way the Duchess smiled at her brother but thankfully oblivious to the gaze which drew the response.
"Yes, your Grace. Thank you, Milady." She offered the same warm smile to the
Lady Barrister, dipping her knees once more in respect of the woman's station of her offered kindness. "We are most grateful, milady, for your gratitude and your offer. Perhaps we shall see you at court, no?" A rapid blink of thick
dark lashes over wide blue eyes gave Lia the appearance of a much younger China
doll. Not unintelligent, by any means. There was no way she could hide that.
But perhaps, naive and innocent? Turning slightly, she found Aiden's arm and
tucked her's within it, glancing up at him and waiting for him to make his
goodbyes so they could make way back into their rooms.
"Perhaps, but most generally only if you decide to visit the
Library." Teasingly stated. A glance towards Rhiannon and a nod. "I can
always make time for you Duchess, be sure." All the woman had to do was send
word when she was ready and the Irishwoman would be there. Attention was back
upon sister and brother. "I would suggest, however, that you two make your
way uptown. The hour grows late and this area is far from safe." As if she
was one to talk, when it was this time of the night she usually snuck off to
return to the docks. "I look forward to meeting you both again, and speaking
longer in a warmer setting." Again she'd give the two a curtsy, and a glance
off to the side as some one gained her attention. A burly man, definitely one from the sea, who made a point of being noticed, before he turned away to
disappear behind some crates. She would wait until all present had went well
on their way, before she'd head in the direction of the man who disappeared. The
Barrister had ties on all levels, many would be greatly surprised and perhaps
aghast to learn exactly what they were and how they came to be.
Following her lead once again, he nodded deep to both women.
"Good Eve Your Grace..M'lady, thank you for the advice, my sister and I will
indeed heed the warnings." He placed a hand on Lia's arm before turning with
her. His eyes lingered on the Barrister a moment before completely turning
and heading with Lia toward the waterfront Inn. He did not speak to her until
he was sure that the pair were out of earshot of the women. "That went
well..what a break for us that the brat picked a Noblewoman to hide beneath."
Gone was the Russian accent, replaced with his natural Scottish Brogue.
"Keep walking, Aiden. Nobles would never stay so low along the
water...and thanks to that brat, we can afford it." She grinned up at him,
opening her fingers just enough to reveal that it had been Lia and not the
pickpocket who had stolen the Duchess' coin purse! Something’s were too good to
pass up, and such an opportunity was one of them. The hand not tucked within
Aiden's and holding the purloined purse rose to touch her lips. "Shhh."
