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 Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 8:23 pm
Terryn mad ea disgusted face. "That man deserved to have his tongue served to him without soup." She glanced casually back at her father when Marcus mentioned him. "Wench-esque, you say?" Terryn shrugged and flashed Marcus an oddly radiant smile for such a surly woman. "Oh, Marcus, you are so droll, just ever so droll." She couldn't help but burst into laughter at that moment. She was definitely not a courtier.
"I agree." The earl nearly fell out of his seat as he heard laughter coming from the distance. "Is that...my daughter laughing? My daughter does not laugh!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 8:30 pm
Marcus just about exploded from laughter. "Why, you were born to be a wench. Why, I almost asked if you'd like a drink. You're a natural. Good heavens, those girls at the village should simply marry off, because they hardly qualify as competition to someone so fitting to be a wench as you."
The Duchess smiled widely. "I beg to differ, my dear man."
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 8:33 pm
"Well of course, dearest. I was born to serve ale to the masses and flaunt my...assets." Terryn put her hand on her hip and struck a very seductive pose, holding her other hand out as though she were carrying a flagon of mead. "How 'bout a drink, squire?"
The earl had a purely stunned look on his face. He watched the two of them, speechless. "This can not be, they must be fooling us."
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 8:40 pm
Marcus pushed back his hair in a very drunk, haphazard fashion and pretended (or, rather, pretended to pretend) to eye Terryn. "How about a drop of something more?"
The Duchess turned faintly pink in her old, withering cheeks, but shook her head. "Marcus...often has that effect on people, you see. Perhaps it would be better if this point if we did not observe them quite so keenly."
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 9:06 pm
Terryn placed her hand over her mouth as if taken back by such a request. "Why sir, I am a lady of breeding, I do not partake in-oh wait, yes, yes I do." She sighed and moved an inch closer to him. "Go on. Have your way with me."
"Perhaps." The earl stood and extended his hand the duchess. "But where should we go?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 9:17 pm
Marcus grinned. She wasn't really bad at all, and wittier than most men he'd ever met. "I do believe you've scandalized my poor grandmother and your father; I shan't put them through any more trauma."
The Duchess's eyes narrowed just slightly as Terryn shifted nearer to her grandson. What a wench! "Perhaps, actually, we should interrupt them for today. I do believe there will be other meetings."
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 9:20 pm
"I have? But sir, am I the one who has just commissioned the services of a woman of ill repute? I think not." Terryn placed her hands haughtily on her hips and huffed. "I see how it is." She leaned in to whisper to Marcus. "I do not want to look behind me, what are they doing?"
"Perhaps you are right." The poor earl had definitely not expected something of this nature to come about. "We shall set plans to have you and your grandsom for dinner."
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 9:36 pm
"Nothing out of the ordinary. Whispering amongst themselves and glancing frantically in this direction every few seconds," announced Marcus. "And your father was quaking a few moments ago. He's still quite pale."
"I accept in advance, and thank you for your gracious offer," said the Duchess quickly, standing up, and about to interrupt the two of them.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 9:40 pm
"Poor man. I must have layed it on a bit too thick." Terryn was still trying to keep him under the pretense that she was only pretending to enjoy herself. The fact of the matter was that she was actually having a rather good time, though she wouldn't ever admit it.
The earl bowed is head politely and led the duchess back to the couple. "Well, I hope you two have had a chance to perhaps get better acquainted."
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 2:59 pm
Marcus turned around. "Oh...yes. Well. Thank you for bringing her here, sir." He looked back at Terryn, a little dreamily for the Earl's benefit. "And I thank you for agreeing to come."
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 12:30 pm
The earl bowed in a stately manner and took Terryn by the arm. "The pleasure was all ours." He took the duchess's hand and kissed it formally before turning to lead Terryn off. "Tomorrow, please, we would be honored if you could join us at sundown for dinner." He gave the two a warm smile and nearly dragged Terryn away before she could even say a word. "It appears you fancy that boy, it is awfully suspicious of you."
"I never said I fancied him at any level, Father. I simply found him not entirely unbearable." Terryn looked straight ahead towards the carriage and away from her father's face. "There is a vast difference."
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 1:33 pm
"Not at all your usual fare, Marcus," said the Duchess primly, heading towards their carriage.
"What, as though she was some sort of meat?" asked Marcus mildly. When his grandmother did not respond, he asked, "Better or worse?"
The Duchess merely smiled, and entered the carriage. "Home," he said to the driver, before disappearing inside the carriage.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 5:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 5:25 pm
OOC: Yup.
As Marcus had suspected, the Duchess was very pleased. She had ordered the gardeners to cut and arrange some flowers for Terryn, and put a pair of bracelets in an ornate little box for Serina, and requested a very expensive bottle of wine for the Earl himself.
Marcus, meanwhile, had disappeared in order to meet a young and very pretty to-be countess under the pretense of practicing archery.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 5:48 pm
"Elizabeth, let me go!" Terryn was currently fighting with her servant, Elizabeth, who was grabbing at her hair to force it into a high beehive type style on the top of her head. "My head will fall under the weight, let it stay down." She struggled for a while before finally compromising, allowing Elizabeth to pin a portion back in a small hair net as a bun on the back of her head. (( http://www.everaftercostumes.com/snood_carolyn.jpg but with some hair still going down the back))
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