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 Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 4:09 pm
Caroline laughs as she slips out of bed and quickly dresses herself. The wagons are cold in the mornings, no matter the time of year. "Nay, not quite like this." She combs her fingers through her unruly hair, then attempts to braid it.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 4:11 pm
He simply watched her for a moment before he went about his own business of getting dressed and kept out of her way by staying upon the bed so that they both could attend to the business at hand. When he was done he had pulled his hair back in a simple pony-tail and was dressed in a simple pair of pants and shirt.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 4:17 pm
Caroline finishes the braid--it's a bit sloppy, but she tosses it back over her shoulder with an "Och, good enough." Turning back to Voltaire, she smiles and offers her hand. "Are we ready, then?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 4:20 pm
He stood and took her hand with a small nod, "Ready as I'll ever be." Voltaire chuckled as he moved forward to open the door leading out of the wagon for Caroline to exit first and then he would follow.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 4:26 pm
Caroline exits the wagon and straightens her blouse one last time before walking toward her wagon, which exhibits some activity, but it might just be Ro's birds.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 4:29 pm
Voltaire walked with Caroline while he glanced around to view the world outside of the wagon. The day seemed bright enough and thus seemed almost a blessing upon them.
Annjette had started to awake as soon as she heard the birds, she was accustomed to them their noise from a distance but not when they seemed practically close to her. The swan-girl had begun to sit up, carefully dislodging herself from any small bodies.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 4:39 pm
As they near her wagon, Caroline takes Voltaire's hand. For reassurance or something else, she knows not.
Rojiza is already up and dressed, caring for the birds. She invests a lot of time and energy into these, her feathery friends. She smiles and waggles her fingers at Annjette in a wave. She glances toward the bed to see if Solas is still asleep.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 4:43 pm
He took the hand and squeezed it faintly. Voltaire seemed to have confidence that it would be received well. Annjette always wanted a larger family and additionally the girl seemed to like Caroline's children.
Annjette gave a small giggle as she began to scoot off of the bed whether or not Solas had awakened upon being moved. "Need any help?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 4:47 pm
Caroline steps up and turns the handle to the wagon's door. They step in.
Ro shakes her head and begins to write a response, but looks up when her mother and Voltaire come in through the door. She smiles at them and puts the pad away again. She notes her mother looks particularly rosy. Perhaps they'd spent the night outside?
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 4:51 pm
Voltaire was grinning as he held up a hand and waved to the children. He seemed particularly cheerful.
Annjette noted the adults curiously with a tilt of her head. Moments ago she was offering to help her friend and was awaiting a written response but now she was curious about the happiness the two before her seemed to be showing. "Morning papa and Miss Caroline, did you both rest well?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 4:59 pm
"Ye might say that," agrees Caroline with a poorly-suppressed smile. She glances up at Voltaire, almost nervously.
Rojiza arches an eyebrow. They look awfully cheery. What had gone on that they didn't know about?
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 1:32 pm
 Q splashed in the water as he bathed. His mind was overrun by the sight of all the fish in the stream keeping him from focusing directly on the Meij winds that cropped up around him... though he did try.
Nothing.
Bad was good, was good was bad,
Snow in ice and ice in snow,
nothing...
nothing...
til it hears you, and comes...
Watch out bad good good bad,
watch snow ice ice snow.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 10:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 10:38 pm
It was during a rest when everyone was pretty much settling in for a bit. Voltaire was currently out at the front of his wagon quietly brushing down his horse, which was getting older as the days wore on. Soon it would be time to retire the faithful old stallion in exchange for a new one and let Slaine quietly graze out in the pasture until his days finally meet an end. A small tug of sadness pulled at Voltaire's heart but he smiled in spite it all, it would be a better life for the old coot, he told himself. He gave the horse a firm pat against the neck, "There you are, friend."
Slaine peered back at his friend and snorted softly. Whatever just give me a carrot.
Annjette sat at the back of the wagon, more accurately she was seated on the steps quietly watching her ermine leap and roll about in the sun, watching as he spring about pulling at the grass and flowers making a small 'bouquets' of them only to toss them into the air in a glorious shower of greenery and petals. It wasn't that Q had any disregard for life but he was also, as far as he felt, his job in the cycle of life everywhere.
The swan-teen let out a small amused giggle as she rested her forearms over her lap, lightly leaning forward, "Silly thing~," she gently called out to Q. He glanced at her and gave a small chatter of teeth in reply and Annjette only grinned.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 10:51 pm
Caroline attempts to sneak up on Voltaire, to take him by surprise and tickle him or something. She hadn't really thought this out, she'd just seen him standing there with his horse and thought it'd be fun. Except in her childlike glee over her trick, she'd forgotten about the tiny bell on her anklet, which tinkles merrily as she approaches. But she doesn't seem to notice.
Rojiza chases after Solas. He'd somewhere learned the game of tag, and Ro has been It all morning. Except whenever she catches him, he'd insist that she's It again, and leap from her arms and take off running. He's running her rather ragged, and she'd love nothing more than to just collapse in her wagon alone and take a nap.
Solas sees Black Pretties and dashes toward her. "Eeeeeeeee!" he squeals as he hurls himself at her, giggling madly. "You it!" he exclaims, jumping down and running off again.
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