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 Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 10:29 pm
:: A gentle hand on her shoulder shook her awake... her glasses had slid down the bridge of her nose and were now resting on the very tip as she'd blink around with bleary sleep hazed eyes... her mouth forming an O as she'd yawn.... looking to her Nan that would push her chin up, closing her mouth with a pair of fingers "We're here? Already? I'll have to remember that on the trip home, that didn't take any time at all..." smiling softly until the elderly lady next to her said something about snoring, Helena's eyes widened as she'd look at her Nan, horrified... so much so the older woman couldn't help but chuckle "No child... you didn't snore, Nan was just having some fun with you... now let's go... I want off this blasted contraption!" Helena scooted out into the aisle and stepped back to let her Nan out in front of her. She was awake now and with that, she was nervous all over again. Thoughts racing she felt far more comfortable being led off the plane and to the main concourse, looking for her name on placards held by people of various dress... "There girl... look..." Nan motioned to a smartly dressed chauffeur in black and white holding up a placard that said YORK. She raised her hand, giving a little jump as she was crowded in on all sides, feeling a bit clausterphobic now and wanting very much to be out of here, "York! York here!" she grasped tightly to Nan's hand as the young man would make way for her and her companion. She tried to hide the shaking of her knees but had a feeling that Nan knew just how scared she was because she felt a reassuring squeeze from the old woman.. "Nan's here lovey..." she'd murmur to her as the driver led them out to the car. She wasn't even sure what sort it was nor did she much care, it was out of the crowd and the windows were tinted so she could try to compose herself in the little bit of privacy that it allowed... "So... we wait while they find my luggage... oh I really do hope that none of it was lost!" she'd fret as she'd go over what was to happen next... " and... once we're all packed up we'll go to the Montibello estate... they know we're coming so I should try to freshen up a bit.... they might be holding a late lunch or early supper because I'm coming right?" she'd look to her Nan for verification, the old woman gave curt nod as she watched the porters loading the back of the car with all the luggage, or at least she thought it was all. Helena dove into her backpack and started to pull out various beauty tools. Unclipping her hair and brushing out the flaxen strands before putting it up in that messy twist again that made her Nan roll her eyes... dabbing on a bit of light perfume and glossing her lips... she was glad that she'd decided to wear her fine lambs wool sweater, the golden color of it really brought out the pale blue of her eyes... and her dark pleated skirt with gold piping went with it perfectly. Fashionable peep toe sling backed slippers of black topped off the outfit. She looked stylish, but not overdone... Perfect for meeting what were to be her in-laws one day... "Åh jag kommer att dö!...." she'd cover her face with her hands, reverting to Sweddish, saying that she was going to die before leaning against her Nan for the support that she needed on the short trip to the Montibello estate.
It didn't seem like nearly enough time at all before she was pulling up in front of a very impressive mansion... her eyes wide, taking in the different architecture of the building... wondering what style it was for a few moments before she remembered yet again, in a panic that she was about to meet her fiancee. What was he going to be like? Oh she hoped that he wouldn't be disappointed with her... she knew she wasn't ugly but with the glasses and the difficult time her hair gave her she knew there were girls out there that were far more lovely then herself... and she wondered what he looked like? She had tried so hard to remember... but she really couldn't. It was as if he'd been hiding from her when they were children... the only one she could really remember was Nico! She should have asked her mother and father for a picture! AhhhH!! Too late for that now! Nan was ringing the doorbell and she just stood there with her heart in her throat, trying to subdue the blush that flamed her cheeks. ::
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:28 am
Something was afoot. Nathan was keenly aware of this. The servants were far busier then normal. Buzzing about in and out of rooms that were rarely, if ever, entered. Nico's wheelchair had been taken to be cleaned up and shined as if it were new. Fresh flowers had been placed in all the vases, even if they had been changed out the previous day already. White roses and stargazer lilies? Those flowers were completely out of season, so to have them in all the decoration vases caused Nathan's eye to perk upwards.
He had seen Nicohlas earlier with the butler fussing over his tie not being knotted properly. The only thing he could think was that his parents were expected for a unscheduled visit. It caused him to roll his eyes at all the buss and fluster spreading through the manse. It had nothing to do with him, but he could count on a sudden change in his daily routine. Such as his expected presence at every meal in the main dining hall rather then in the breakfast nook where it was easier for Nico to sit comfortably at the table. Ugh, and then sitting there listening to his parents banter...no...his mothers bragging while his father nodded his balding head like a trained macaw at his mothers side. Nathan felt the familiar rise of bile and disgust boiling in his stomach as the day progressed.
When the limo finally pulled up to the front of the house, Nathan was crossing through the foyer. It was nearly time for his horseback riding lessons and he had changed into his livery. Under one arm he had a smart black helmet while holding his riding crop. Nathan glanced at the door and moved towards it. Before opening the door he reached up to adjusted the tight high white collar around his neck. Well, time to face the parents.
Nathan opened the door, and for a brief moment he stood staring through silver eyes at the young lady and the older woman standing with her. He shifted his gaze back and forth a few times, his face impassive while inside he felt rather befuddled. From behind him he could hear the soft click of Nico's chair on the tiles and his curious voice calling out.
"Who is at the door Nathan?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 1:25 pm
:: She was trying not to fidget too much but her nervousness wouldn't allow her to just be still... so she started to nibble a bit on her pinky finger as she'd wait for someone to come and answer the door. She really wished that someone from the house had come and gotten her, then there wouldn't be this awkwardness of standing at the front door waiting for someone to let her into the home that she'd be living in for.... God, she didn't know how long! When the door did open she quickly jerked her hand away from her mouth to clasp them before her properly... Nothing could have prepared her for their greeter...
...She really tried not to gawk at him... he was....was beautiful. That was the only word she could think of for the young man in a very dapper riding habit, crop and helmet present so it looked as if he'd just walk straight through them at first and head off into the sunset.... as if they were so far below him that they didn't matter... but his facial expression changed, or was it just the focus of his eyes? Looking back and forth from her to Nan... her throat felt dry and her tongue too large for her mouth every time those piercing silver eyes landed on her...
...Nathan?!? She'd heard the questioning voice from beyond the door and she couldn't quite wrap her mind around it... This was Nathan?? She felt a blush rising yet again to her cheeks as she'd look over at Nan and then back to Nathan. It looked as he didn't know who she was and he hadn't been expecting her... "Ah... Hello Nathan... I'm Helena York..." and maybe she shouldn't have added this on but it was such a shock to her as well that this was the man that she was supposed to married one day, "your.... fiancee... and this, this is my Nan...." ::
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 2:07 pm
Nathan remained uncertain as the seconds ticked past. He did not know who these two were and, honestly, he was more then a little lost as to what he ought to do next. Nicohlas rolled up behind him, and he could see his brothers curious face from the corner of his eyes. He shifted his stance slightly and began to move his hand down to his brothers chairs handle, when it froze.
Fiancee? Was this girl mad? No...no...He recognized the name. He'd heard it in passing. When had he? It had been during one of his parents visits. He remembered being upset as well. It took Nathan a few more seconds for his memory to finally drudge up the conversation that had been held at that time.
"Fiancee?" Nicohlas' voice piped up with clear surprise. He shifted his chair a bit in an attempt to get a better look at the girl and old maid with her. Nathan recovered some of his senses with that little voice piping up.
"Nicohlas. Go fetch Samson. Our guests will have bags." He instructed his little brother. Nathan felt strangely awkward within, but it did not stop him from forming a slow smile. Miss Yorks blushing cheeks and clearly bashful response was...inspiring? He shifted himself forwards a step and offered his empty hand to the young blond.
"Allow me to welcome you to Montibello Manse, my dear Miss York."
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:44 pm
:: Helena felt utterly lost... staring up at the tall and handsome young man... her heart pounding so hard she was sure that everyone could hear it just as loudly as she could... she didn't really register Nicohlas with his curious question but the movement caught her pale blue eyes.. making a jump from the taller brother down to the boy in the chair... chair? Confusion flashed across her features and then, a moment of pity before she crushed that feeling away, knowing full well that pity was not something that someone in a wheelchair or with any sort of disability would want to see... she just hoped that Nicohlas hadn't seen it before she'd fixed her face back with a smile.. and surprise, she was still very surprised by all of this. Her parents should have let her know so many things! Well, that didn't make sense, her Mamma and Pappa always told her how things were, they weren't the sort to keep anything from her... this was something that maybe they didn't know about either? She'd have to ask them when she wrote them...
...and then, Nathan was holding his hand out to her and welcoming her to the manse... It was like a fairytale... and not those by the Grimm brothers, but more like Disney! "What a gentleman... thank you so much Master Montibello..." she stammered out the words....heavily accented with her Swedish heritage. Was it getting hotter in here? Where was the cooling breeze of the winter season and why wasn't it helping the fire that lit up her cheeks? Her hand trembled as she'd slip it into Nathan's, her eyes cast down shyly... She didn't know if she'd be able to keep herself from giggling... her other hand fluttering up to her lips to try and keep any of those foolish little giggles from escaping... "I am very glad to be here, it was a long trip..." the chauffeur was busy taking her and Nan's baggage out of the trunk while Nan watched this exchange with a bit of mounting concern... "Where are your parents young man? I will need to speak with them to make the final arrangements while young Miss will be staying here while her parents are abroad...." Nan herself took a step forward, ready to break this up if it seemed as if anything untoward would happen. ::
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 11:33 pm
With Nathan's request, Nicholas only lingered for a few moments before rolling his chair back away from the door. He missed the moment of pity that flashed across Helena's eyes, not that it would not have surprised him. Nico was used to the moment of sympathy that came with a first meeting. It was inevitable. To see someone for the first time and not have that response usually meant the person was used to individuals in wheelchairs, or had a cold heart. A girl like Helena surely could not have a cold heart.
Nico zoomed across the tiles of the foyer and into the sitting room to find the butler Samson fussing with the display of items on a mantle. "Samson." He called out quickly. "There are guests at the door!" Upon hearing Nico's excited voice, the butler turned on his heel and took a brisk pace to his step.
At the mean time, Nathan stood at the door with Helena. She placed her hand within his own, and he could clearly see the blush in her pale cheeks. Nathan bent forwards at his waist, while lifting the hand he held upwards. With his silver eyes fixed on Helena, so he might witness her reaction, he placed a soft kiss on her wrist. Right over where the pounding pulse point could be felt. As he straitened from his welcoming of his betrothed, Nathan formed a smile. The little beauty mark on his left cheek dimpled a little and he murmured to Helena.
"If your trip has been long, I suspect you will need time to rest and freshen up then?" He began, then paused as the older woman would begin to position herself in such a commanding manner. Nathan released Helena's hand and instinctively shifted back a step, his head tilted to one side. "Mother and Father are not presently in the country." Nathan answered her. His free hand lifted in a small gesture. "Morocco or Egypt I think."
From behind him he heard the wheeling of Nicos chair on the tiles again, and his brothers voice piped up. "They are in Naples!" He offered as he came to a stop once more behind Nathan. "We got the post card two days ago Nathan, remember? It's postmark was from Italy and they said they had just visited Piazza del Plebiscito." He tried to helpfully offer.
The Butler, Samson, stepped around the boys and made a slight shooing of his gloved hand to back Nathan up one more step. "Allow me to escort you and the young Miss to your rooms. I shall be more then willing to see to the matters of her stay here. I fear the master and his wife are, as the young Master has explained, abroad as well."
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 2:23 pm
:: Nan's wrinkled face pulled down into a disapproving frown as she'd watch the young man kiss the wrist of her ward... Helena on the other hand, was having trouble keeping her feet! Her heart was racing and she was starting to feel faint.. she wasn't breathing either, it was as if in those few seconds that everything just stood still and the only thing there was, was the warmth of his lips on her wrist, the way that the fall of his bangs tickled against her pale skin... The thunder of her heart in her ears was quickly becoming a roar that she couldn't hear anything else around.... and then that smile! Oh that smile made her release her penned up breath into the most embarrassing of dreamy sighs as she'd feel herself rocking on her feet... Nan's solution? A quick, hard pinch to the tender flesh at the back of her upper arm, cutting off a cry of pain and surprise she'd bite her bottom lip and still, she couldn't help it! A silly little giggle escaped her as she'd stare up at Nathan.
It was then that Nan sort of shooed him away from her, like a protective mother hen with her feathers all ruffled and her voice clucking out in disapproval when Nathan said that his parents weren't here "Jag gillar inte detta, bör deras mamma och pappa vara här!" Helena looked a bit taken back by this news... "It's true, mamma and pappa sent me here with the belief that your mamma and pappa would be here to watch over me.... English please Nan..." she take a few steps into the door, following Samson, her eyes shyly glancing over at Nathan once again before she'd pass him and enter the manse, Nan hot on her heels... "Perhaps they will returning soon, yes? But even if not Nan, you are more then ....ah... capable of watching over me until they return, this is why you are here, just in case they had to leave on business...We have all my papers so it should not be too difficult to enroll me in... Valley High is it?" it was clear that she was uncomfortable, speaking so much and in front of those that she'd just met... her fingers started to twist her blonde hair and she was nibbling on her bottom lip... The chauffeur by this point had unloaded all of their luggage in front of the door, standing there expectantly... Helena took a moment to figure out what he was after before realization dawned in those pale eyes and she'd quickly unclasp her purse and go for her wallet to give him his tip.::
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 9:34 pm
Well now. Nathan could already tell the 'Nan' was quiet the...what was the term? Ah yes. A Battle Axe. Nathan gave way to her however, as it hardly seemed in his best interest to try and contend with the old broad.
Nico couldn't hold back his curiosity, as he looked from girl to older woman he listened to the jabbering of strange dialect. "Oh! Is that Swedish? Or Norwegian?" How fascinating! "How long are you going to be staying? Can you teach me the language?" Nicohlas quickly fell silent though when Nathan lifted his hand and made a single gesture.
Samson was the one who spoke up, as Nathan decided not to interfere in the 'business of the adults'. "The Master and his wife are currently touring Italy, in search of some new stained glass for the gazebo they wish to have installed by the lake." He apologized to Nan. A faint smile curled his lips upwards. "I expect they shall be back by the end of the school quarter, the Master prefers to be present for when the current grades are delivered, so as to better decide if extra tutoring is required. I can oversee enrolling the young lady, if you would be so kind as to inform me what electives should be scheduled in. I could pour us some tea and bring the paperwork to the breakfast nook for us to go over if you please?" Samson tilted his head inwards and waved for Nan and Helena into the foyer more.
Nathan raised his hand a little and spoke up then. "If I may be excused? I have riding lessons now and I fear I am a little late."
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 1:16 pm
:: Helena couldn't help but smile at the eager voice of Nico.... remembering him yet again as that sweet little baby from long ago... "You were right the first time, it is Swedish. Nan and I are from Gothenburg, my Mamma and Pappa too of course.. well Pappa was born in England..." she felt a little foolish, she thought that they would know at least a little about her and her parents... perhaps their parents weren't as open with them as her's was with her... "Now, how long I will be staying, I think it will be for quite some time, see my parents have gone to Haiti to help rebuild after that terrible earthquake, that is why I am here... they don't have schools enough for their own and Mamma and Pappa didn't want to leave me alone so they asked your parents to take me in while they were over there so... I really have no idea how long I will be here... but if you do want to learn Swedish I'm sure Nan and I will be here long enough for that."
Looking to Samson now, tea sounded wonderful... and getting her schedule ready for school was something she wanted to get done too... But then Nathan spoke up about something she should have realized from his dress... "Oh... I would love to go riding!" She'd bite her bottom lip and then look down at her skirt, fingering the pleats for a moment before letting out a disappointed sigh "but I'm hardly dressed properly for it..." looking back at her luggage, she knew she had some jeans packed in there and a pair of hiking boots that would do... but she didn't know where exactly... all of her luggage looked the same! She knew she should have marked each piece with a sticker or something but she hadn't wanted to seem like a child. "and if you are already late, you probably shouldn't wait for me to try and find some proper clothing..."
Of course, Nan had to pipe in, because it was in her nature to give her opinion in everything that regarded Helena. "And you have to think of your schooling first and foremost," she'd chide the girl, moving to stand beside Samson and the 'safety' of no handsome young men that may be too difficult for her innocent little Helena to resist... really the boy was far too forward. "Tea and rest is what you need young Miss, not gallivanting over the countryside with the young Sir." but she knew her ward well, it wouldn't be easy to convince her on her own, when it was winter outdoors.. oh how the child loved brisk weather and chilly winds, it was the oddest thing. In summer it would be so much easier to convince her to stay indoors. ::
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 7:01 pm
Nathan shifted from one foot to another as he watched the two older ones seeming to merge into one strong force against him it seemed. It was unmistakable to his sight that the old battle axe was going to be making it very unlikely he could get Helena alone. No matter. Nathan's lips curled upwards slightly as he listened to Helena talking to Nico. All the more challenging!
Nicohlas's light silver eyes lit up as Helena would discuss with him how long she thought she would be staying with them. "Well, I'm happy to have you staying with us. It will be wonderful fun! It's admirable of your parents to take on such a task, you must be very proud of them." The young boy gushed in a unabashed manner.
Both boy's exchanged a glance when Helena would lament that she was unable to go riding with Nathan. Nathan lifted one gloved hand and spoke up slightly. "I would be more then willing to discuss the addition of you to our lessons. I believe we have a lovely white Arabian mare that you would look splendid upon, and she has as sweet a temperament as you seem to have my dear Helena." He began, then fell silent as Nan would interject both in word and stance.
Nicohlas reached his hand out towards one of Helena's free hands so he could grasp. His eyes looked to Helena as he spoke. "Oh! Why don't you come down to the pasture with me? We can watch Nathan during his lessons and you can tell me about Sweden, or start teaching me how to speak your language? Sampson says I need more fresh air and the company would be so nice. Please?" Nico turned his gaze to Nan and Sampson with a pleading expression. "Please? Please? After such a long trip wouldn't it be good for miss Helena to enjoy some fresh air and stretch her legs too?"
Sampson's expression had remained unmoved until Nicohlas had begun to plead with him. The grey haired man's expression softened slightly, and he turned to Nana. "I will defer to your judgment in this. She is your ward, but I do trust you know more then enough about her to properly set up a good schedule for her. We could also sit and discuss other matters, such as answering any questions you may have about Kings City. I could easily make it a tea for too, with perhaps some tarts?" Sampson arched a brow at Nan while gesturing towards the sitting room.
"Please Ma'am?" Nicholas asked, his eyes turning back towards Nan as he waited hopefully for the answer.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 10:13 pm
:: Helena was a little surprised when Nicohlas took her hand, but she merely smiled, it was soft and warm, just like a child's... Ah, she was really going to like this boy, oh she knew she was going to love him... this was going to be her younger brother, even in-law, one day...I'm sure we'll have great fun Nicohlas... and yes, I'm very proud of my parents, this isn't the first time they've helped those in need... I just would have liked to go with them but as well as not having enough school they believe it would be far too dangerous for me to help them out on this trip too." she'd hold his hand, firm but gently and lift her other since she had her back pack slung over her should to give his hand that was on top, a couple of fond pats.
...Helena looked thrilled at the prospect of taking riding lesson, she did the cute little knee dip, near bounce thing when Nathan suggested it... though there again on her cheeks roses bloomed as he'd flatter her, "that sounds wonderful! I've ridden a little before, but not much! I would love to learn how to ride well enough not to think I shall fall off every two seconds!..." she'd giggle softly and then turn her pale gaze to Nan, that looked none too happy about the prospect... the old woman grumbling, "Yes, wonderful... another thing to keep you out of doors in the winter so old nan can worry about frost bitten fingers... I swear child, a snow sprite kissed you on the brow the day you were born to make you seem immune to the cold." to Sampson she'd remark, "she'd never come indoors if she had her way about it...
Nico was much harder to keep that stern look on her face for too long... slowly the lines in her face softened and she'd give a little sigh... "I see that the younger is just as much a charmer as the older... " though she'd say this with a smile that improved her looks drastically... "Very well, but I insist you bundle up young Sir and if it could be arranged, instead of the tea for the children, perhaps some cocoa could be taken out to them, while we discuss Helena's schedule over tea and tarts." ::
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 7:54 pm
Nicohlas smiled at Helena. Her manner of treating him reminded him in a small part like his Brothers. Soft and gentle. He moved his eyes back to Nan, and was rewarded with a softening of her features. It was a shame Nathan could not be moved like that. Having Nan recant and allow Helena accompany him outside was exciting. Now he could spend more time with his new friend! "Thank you Ma'am!" He happily exclaimed.
Sampson allowed his grayed head to nod slightly. "A excellent suggestion. Nicohlas, go fetch your jacket." The older man instructed with a wave of his white gloved hand. Nathan found himself half smiling as his little brother would remove his hand from Helena and wheel himself around quickly.
"I will be right back! Wait for me!" Nico called back over his shoulder as he rolled out of the foyer and into the sitting room. Sampson turned to Nan and gestured after Nico.
"If you will walk this way Lady. I will escort you to the breakfast nook. There is a window overlooking the backyard where we can see the children. I shall fetch our refreshments and the paperwork you require. We have been anticipating your arrival so all should be in order. I can send Jeremy down to the children with the coco while we go over the scheduling." He spoke as he began to walk through the archway separating the foyer from the sitting room.
As Sampson would begin to lead Nan off, Nathan shifted from one foot to the other and waited for Nicohlas to return with his jacket. He glanced over Helena and mused thoughtfully. "So tell me Helena, what are your interests? Perhaps we share some things in common. I have a preference for fencing and painting."
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 10:43 pm
::Nico was so darling, she felt her fondness for him blossoming in her chest... he was still as darling as that little baby from so long ago... but why was he in that chair? Her thoughts returned to that again as she'd watch him wheel away, nearly forgetting that she was actually being left alone for a few moments with Nathan. She couldn't really ask why or how he'd gotten in the chair or if he would ever get out of it... frowning softly to herself as Nan and Sampson left the room... maybe Nan would find out... her back to Nathan as they'd leave the two of them be... "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere!" she'd call out to Nicohlas as he too would rush off and let them be...
...the question from behind her made her cheeks grow rosy again... turning to face Nathan, she felt so shy that suddenly she didn't know what to say... her eyes looking around the room, everywhere but at him... "Uhmm..." her hands moving to clasp in front of her, toeing the floor with one of her slippered feet...she felt so silly! She'd just been speaking with him, what had changed to make her feel so....bashful again??...
...peeking up at him from behind the veil of her pale blonde hair... "Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me..." oh that was graceful!... "Eh hem, I mean... fencing and painting aren't things I've had the opportunity to explore... I would like to start taking archery lessons, that's something I've been interested in but I haven't had time for..." a small smile curled her lips...now she was starting to loosen up a bit... "Oh! I love to ski! Both downhill and cross country! I so much more prefer the winter months, it's like the shock of the cold makes me feel more alive.. oh, and I do something artistic, I make ice sculptures." ::
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 11:14 pm
Alone as they could be in the manor, Nathan was given a wonderful opportunity to study Helena. Her bashful response to his questions gave him a few ideas. Someone who acted like her surely had been sheltered. Already to Nathan this seemed like it would be a fairly easy situation to control. It was Nan who posed the greatest challenge. Well, just because something could be easy did not mean he needed to rush to the conclusion. It would make for a very boring game that way.
Nathan allowed himself to smile as Helena apologized and then informed him of her extra curricular activities. "Archery? I think there is some place in the city where you can find lessons and what not."Nathan mused and gave a glance towards the sitting room. Nicohlas appeared around one of the pillars. He had changed into his heavier blue jacket and was rolling himself just as quickly as he had been last Nathan had seen him.
"I am here! I am ready!" Nico chimed happily. Nathan stepped to one side and opened the door for his brother to pass through.
"So I see Nico. Be careful now." He cautioned his younger brother, then turned to offer Helena his arm. "As for the rest, I am sure you will enjoy the grounds in the winter. The pasture makes for excellent skiing terrain and I am sure we can arrange for ice to be brought in for you to sculpt."
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 1:48 pm
:: She smiled at Nico when he returned... she realized what it was now, she felt uncomfortable being alone with boys. That was perfectly natural seeing that she'd never had much experience with boys and certainly not one that was as attractive as Nathan... who also happened to be her intended. She'd just have to make sure that she always had a chaperon... until she felt comfortable enough inside her skin to spend some time alone with him...
..Nathan was proving to be more and more of a gentleman, she could get used to this... smiling up into his face, feeling far more at ease now.. "A moment..." she'd reach up behind her and unclasp the claw in her hair, letting the long strands fall about her shoulders... then she'd scoop up a bit of hair at each of her temples, giving it a twist and then attaching the claw clasp back so it would be held out of her eyes and still give her ears a bit of protection from any wind that may blow outside... slipping her hand to the crook of Nathan's elbow...letting the eager Nico lead the way for them.
"Yes, I've noticed the lands around here are barely hilly... Nothing like Sweden but perfect for cross country. I really hope there's a place near by to do some downhill though, I think I'd go a little mad without the rush..." giving a soft giggle as she'd hear that they could possibly get her the ice she'd need to sculpt, "just as a forewarning, you should be prepared to see me with a chainsaw roaring in my hands then, but don't worry, the only thing I will attack with it is the ice." ::
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