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Post by Rivermagic on Jan 15, 2017 12:39:47 GMT -5
Aedan nodded as he walked alongside her "It's very cold," he began "and it rains a lot. There are many hills and valleys and rivers and forests and the land is very green. Our people live in tribes and our homes are small villages, where we live in roundhouses. We all share the duties in the village of hunting and trading and grinding wheat for flour. Everybody is equal and everybody is happy. The people aren't savages at all, we're just like everyone else, but we just live in a very different way than your people do and as a result we get called barbarians and primitive savages. But no, we're not like that at all. We're very nice, pleasant people, actually. We just have a simpler way of living." He did not know how to properly explain his homeland to her, in a way that she would understand him. Their cultures were just so incredibly different that he wasn't sure how to explain all of these things to her. It would be virtually impossible, but he knew he had to try, because she was curious and she wanted to know, and he wanted to tell her. Marisa listened intently to him as she tapped her chin slowly in thought. Hmm. Tribes and small villages? It was already so different from Rome. She blinked a couple times as he talked of hunting and making things out of plants. If these people were able to farm, that didn't make them savages at all! She looked at his pale hair, remembering how some of the noble ladies would try replicating such fine color into their hair with dyes and other methods. But here he was, able to be pale as the women desired to be. "It's much different than here..." she murmured as she was trying to comprehend it. "What do you mean when you say that everyone is equal? You mean to say that your women also hunt with the men?" she tilted her head to the side. All her life, she had been taught that she was nothing more than a decorative item to look at. How strange to think that women were capable of doing more than laying on their backs and looking beautiful.
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Post by Heather Chandler on Jan 15, 2017 12:43:04 GMT -5
( A raid on the hideout sounds good! )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 12:47:49 GMT -5
Aedan nodded as he walked alongside her "It's very cold," he began "and it rains a lot. There are many hills and valleys and rivers and forests and the land is very green. Our people live in tribes and our homes are small villages, where we live in roundhouses. We all share the duties in the village of hunting and trading and grinding wheat for flour. Everybody is equal and everybody is happy. The people aren't savages at all, we're just like everyone else, but we just live in a very different way than your people do and as a result we get called barbarians and primitive savages. But no, we're not like that at all. We're very nice, pleasant people, actually. We just have a simpler way of living." He did not know how to properly explain his homeland to her, in a way that she would understand him. Their cultures were just so incredibly different that he wasn't sure how to explain all of these things to her. It would be virtually impossible, but he knew he had to try, because she was curious and she wanted to know, and he wanted to tell her. Marisa listened intently to him as she tapped her chin slowly in thought. Hmm. Tribes and small villages? It was already so different from Rome. She blinked a couple times as he talked of hunting and making things out of plants. If these people were able to farm, that didn't make them savages at all! She looked at his pale hair, remembering how some of the noble ladies would try replicating such fine color into their hair with dyes and other methods. But here he was, able to be pale as the women desired to be. "It's much different than here..." she murmured as she was trying to comprehend it. "What do you mean when you say that everyone is equal? You mean to say that your women also hunt with the men?" she tilted her head to the side. All her life, she had been taught that she was nothing more than a decorative item to look at. How strange to think that women were capable of doing more than laying on their backs and looking beautiful "Of course!" Aedan replied "Back home, women can do anything they want to. They can hunt or be warriors - I had a woman fighting at my back in the last battle I fought at home. Admittedly, she was a bad enough warrior to let me get captured, but it wasn't because she was a women, nor would anyone think so. It was something that surprised me a lot when I came here, that the women aren't treated equally to men and that the men do not share in the household duties with the women. It is very strange to me, to see that, when I come from where I come from." Well, the fact that Rome had slaves had also been very different from his homeland, but of course he had known that they took slaves. But he didn't know about the lack of equality for the women in Rome. Obviously he had wondered why he had never seen a female Roman warrior, but he hadn't put the pieces together about it until he had became a slave in Rome, where he had found himself very surprised by the treatment of the women. It had totally shocked him, he had to admit. It was nothing like what he knew
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Post by Rivermagic on Jan 15, 2017 12:59:56 GMT -5
Marisa was stunned at the thought. Then she thought of how the woman warrior wasn't strong enough to be able to protect him. Then again, she thought to some reasoning about why women weren't allowed to be in the armies... Too much of a risk for offspring. There was never going to be a guarantee that men would be able to hold themselves back from a woman in a carnal situation like war. But it also didn't help that the men here didn't share the same respect that women were supposed to have for men.
"Did you leave anyone behind back in your homeland? Anyone special?" she asked softly, a little embarrassed to even imply such a thing. It wasn't like she couldn't ask. With a man possessing such good looks, she figured already that there had to have been some certain woman in his life. She pushed some strands of hair out of her face as she was humming a little in thought.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 13:08:01 GMT -5
( A raid on the hideout sounds good! ) Antoine looked up as he heard a loud banging at the door - nobody knocked loudly at the door like that - it drew way too much attention to the location of the hideout. So a loud knock could only mean one thing. A raid by the French police. "Everybody move!" Antoine yelled as people began to notice the banging too "it's a raid!" It didn't take long for the door to be knocked down and the French police were soon swarming the place. Antonine ran to grab a nearby gun, along with a few other people. But before he could get there he was being surrounded by police officers pointing weapons at him. No way, no way. A couple of officers grabbed him by the arm as he struggled. He managed to escape their grip a couple of times, but he wasn't getting far. "Get off!" he growled, struggling and kicking out as best as he could. "Oh, no. We know all about you, Monsieur Clement," replied one of the officers "Isn't it a pity you've been backing the wrong horse this whole time? I personally cannot wait to see you hang"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 13:14:45 GMT -5
Marisa was stunned at the thought. Then she thought of how the woman warrior wasn't strong enough to be able to protect him. Then again, she thought to some reasoning about why women weren't allowed to be in the armies... Too much of a risk for offspring. There was never going to be a guarantee that men would be able to hold themselves back from a woman in a carnal situation like war. But it also didn't help that the men here didn't share the same respect that women were supposed to have for men. "Did you leave anyone behind back in your homeland? Anyone special?" she asked softly, a little embarrassed to even imply such a thing. It wasn't like she couldn't ask. With a man possessing such good looks, she figured already that there had to have been some certain woman in his life. She pushed some strands of hair out of her face as she was humming a little in thought. "Uh, no, I didn't," Aedan replied "I was only eighteen, and there'd been a war on for a long time - I had been in hard warrior training since I was fourteen, so I didn't have time for relationships, nor did I have the desire for one. So I guess I just didn't think that much about the possibility of women. So apart from my family I didn't have anyone special to leave behind. I'm grateful I didn't or these past years would have been a lot more difficult." He hadn't really noticed any women he had been attracted to, and there would have been no practicality in a relationship in the middle of a war. So he hadn't done anything about it. He thought it was quite a strange question for her to be asking of him, but she was totally within her rights to ask it, so it was fair enough, he supposed. He wasn't going to judge her for asking, anyway. He'd said she could ask questions of him, so she could ask anything she wanted
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Post by Rivermagic on Jan 15, 2017 13:23:05 GMT -5
Marisa had them walk past the courtyard, and into one of the more secluded sitting rooms so she felt a little more comfortable in talking with him. Soon enough, she sat in one of the lounge chairs, and gestured for him to sit in one of the more simpler chairs. She would have liked for him to be able to sit with her, but that wouldn't have been proper anyway. Besides, she knew that he would have been aching or something if she kept him standing in the first place.
"I see, I was merely curious." she shrugged as she looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "Since I asked a couple of questions, you are more than welcome to ask me things." she said as she looked to him with a small smile. Her eyes gleamed a little as she studied him. It was only fair that he knew what sort of mistress he was going to be serving under in the first place.
Questions about herself were a little better than asking of her interests, in her opinion. She could only hope that he was curious of her in some regard.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 15, 2017 13:24:07 GMT -5
(Sure! I was thinking that but I always like to see if people have any other ideas. Yeah, I'm totally seeing romance, we'll just have to start weaving it in. This'll probably be a very slow romance XD But at least they're already showing signs of being protective of each other) Once they were well into the forest, Ethan slowed down and stopped, leaning against a tree and letting his chest heave for a bit. He had no idea how long they had been running. Too long. Too long was the answer. "We should...stop...for a bit" Ethan said a little breathlessly "We've lost them" Ethan had gotten himself an earpiece again - now he and Sebastian could both hear Irene - and he could hear Irene's voice "Technically, your identity is out now, Ethan. They know what you look like" "Not helpful, Irene," Ethan replied "It was either I hide my identity and get the both of us killed or I let them see my face and save at least one of us. So yeah, Irene, thanks for pointing that out." Luckily for the two of them, Ethan had some things they could use for disguises if need be, along with the fake passports. They should be able to escape just fine if all went smoothly (yay!! ooo i'm excited!!)
Sebastian groaned as he practically threw himself down on a nearby fallen tree, his suitcase feeling more like one of those 16 ton weights than anything else. As he said, strong, but not fit. He closed his eyes to allow them some rest, feeling the rather uncomfortable feelings of his throat going cold, his heart beating harshly against his chest and his lungs heaving with each breath. "T-They'rre not go-going to come herre, zat would be not g-good..." Sebastian said, meaning to add 'for them' at the end of that but honestly his brain couldn't remember the English words and he didn't really care right now. His throat was starting to heat up again, thank God, and his heart gradually grew slower and slower. This was crazy, Sebastian thought. And it certainly was, for a quiet German citizen who had previously and carefully watched the war from the sidelines. (i'm sure you did but in case you didn't see it ^^" sweats)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 13:26:46 GMT -5
(yay!! ooo i'm excited!!)
Sebastian groaned as he practically threw himself down on a nearby fallen tree, his suitcase feeling more like one of those 16 ton weights than anything else. As he said, strong, but not fit. He closed his eyes to allow them some rest, feeling the rather uncomfortable feelings of his throat going cold, his heart beating harshly against his chest and his lungs heaving with each breath. "T-They'rre not go-going to come herre, zat would be not g-good..." Sebastian said, meaning to add 'for them' at the end of that but honestly his brain couldn't remember the English words and he didn't really care right now. His throat was starting to heat up again, thank God, and his heart gradually grew slower and slower. This was crazy, Sebastian thought. And it certainly was, for a quiet German citizen who had previously and carefully watched the war from the sidelines. (i'm sure you did but in case you didn't see it ^^" sweats) (Oh goodness I missed it I'm so sorry. I'll just reply to River then you're next)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 13:37:44 GMT -5
Marisa had them walk past the courtyard, and into one of the more secluded sitting rooms so she felt a little more comfortable in talking with him. Soon enough, she sat in one of the lounge chairs, and gestured for him to sit in one of the more simpler chairs. She would have liked for him to be able to sit with her, but that wouldn't have been proper anyway. Besides, she knew that he would have been aching or something if she kept him standing in the first place. "I see, I was merely curious." she shrugged as she looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "Since I asked a couple of questions, you are more than welcome to ask me things." she said as she looked to him with a small smile. Her eyes gleamed a little as she studied him. It was only fair that he knew what sort of mistress he was going to be serving under in the first place. Questions about herself were a little better than asking of her interests, in her opinion. She could only hope that he was curious of her in some regard. "Alright," Aedan replied as he seated himself "tell me about yourself. What your interests are, what you like doing. I am quite curious about you" He found himself wanting to know more about her, wanting to know her better. She had intruiged him by treating him like nobody else ever had. He wanted to know what drove someone to go against the beliefs of a whole civilisation and to treat a slave almost like an equal, or even a friend. Nobody had ever been so nice to him, and he was curious as to what made Marisa different from every other person in Rome. What had made her treat a foreigner and a slave with generosity, mercy and kindness. Romans did not give kindness easily.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 13:38:41 GMT -5
(SOOOOO SORRY!!! I'm replying now!!! O: ) (Don't worry Ink it's totally not a problem x)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 13:49:15 GMT -5
"I'm sure they won't" Ethan replied "but we have to keep moving anyway. The longer we wait, the further the news of our almost-capture travels and the more likely we are to be stopped at the border. We can walk from this point onwards though, which is a relief"
"Gentlemen?" Irene's voice interrupted Ethan "information about you has already cropped up on Gestapo radio signals in Berlin. You need to move now if you want to get to the border and get through safely"
"Bloody hell," Ethan groaned "Irene, can you slow down the transfer of the information?"
"I can try," Irene replied "but it'll buy you about six hours more at most"
"We can do that. It'll take a few hours to get information to the borders anyway. Six hours on top of that could get us safely to the borders, if we start moving now" Ethan said, relieved
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Post by Rivermagic on Jan 15, 2017 13:53:31 GMT -5
Marisa had them walk past the courtyard, and into one of the more secluded sitting rooms so she felt a little more comfortable in talking with him. Soon enough, she sat in one of the lounge chairs, and gestured for him to sit in one of the more simpler chairs. She would have liked for him to be able to sit with her, but that wouldn't have been proper anyway. Besides, she knew that he would have been aching or something if she kept him standing in the first place. "I see, I was merely curious." she shrugged as she looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "Since I asked a couple of questions, you are more than welcome to ask me things." she said as she looked to him with a small smile. Her eyes gleamed a little as she studied him. It was only fair that he knew what sort of mistress he was going to be serving under in the first place. Questions about herself were a little better than asking of her interests, in her opinion. She could only hope that he was curious of her in some regard. "Alright," Aedan replied as he seated himself "tell me about yourself. What your interests are, what you like doing. I am quite curious about you" He found himself wanting to know more about her, wanting to know her better. She had intruiged him by treating him like nobody else ever had. He wanted to know what drove someone to go against the beliefs of a whole civilisation and to treat a slave almost like an equal, or even a friend. Nobody had ever been so nice to him, and he was curious as to what made Marisa different from every other person in Rome. What had made her treat a foreigner and a slave with generosity, mercy and kindness. Romans did not give kindness easily. Marisa smiled a little more at him as she clasped her hands together. This was what normal conversation involved. At least now, there was no talk of marriage, or her father, or suitors, or even war. "Thank you, I'm more of a fighter than...well, it's frowned upon for women of my status to be involved in physical things, so we are raised to be more artistic than brawny... But not as much as the men." she shrugged while diddling with some of the folds of her toga. "Being able to travel along the coasts has to be one of my favorite places to be, the waves drown out the conflicting thoughts, and it's nice to be able to bask in the sun." she smiled softly at the memories of when she would go there as a child. "Did you ever ride horses back in your lands? I've always seen the creatures in the barrack stables, but never up close..." she admitted, "I hear their pelts come in more colors than solid brown or black or gray..." she said.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 14:03:54 GMT -5
"Yes, we ride horses often," Aedan smiled "and we use them for chariots too. We have quite close relationships with horses. I personally used to love driving chariots. And yes, they come in many different colours. They can be white too, and their lets can have combinations of colours. They can have very colourful pelts, with patterns like dappled sunlight on a forest floor. I'm sure if you asked I could teach you to ride? I think you would probably be quite good at it, and it is very enjoyable when they gallop fast."
Aedan had fond memories of horse riding, and he wanted to be able to provide those for Marisa if he could. It seemed a shame to him that she hadn't ridden one before, and he very much desired to change that for her, if her father would allow it. Of course, he might not and neither he nor Marisa would be able to do a thing at all about it. But he sincerely hoped he would let her, and he didn't see any reason why he shouldn't be allowed to reach her or why she shouldn't be allowed to learn. Where he came from, everybody knew how to ride a horse
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 15, 2017 14:08:24 GMT -5
"I'm sure they won't" Ethan replied "but we have to keep moving anyway. The longer we wait, the further the news of our almost-capture travels and the more likely we are to be stopped at the border. We can walk from this point onwards though, which is a relief" "Gentlemen?" Irene's voice interrupted Ethan "information about you has already cropped up on Gestapo radio signals in Berlin. You need to move now if you want to get to the border and get through safely" "Bloody hell," Ethan groaned "Irene, can you slow down the transfer of the information?" "I can try," Irene replied "but it'll buy you about six hours more at most" "We can do that. It'll take a few hours to get information to the borders anyway. Six hours on top of that could get us safely to the borders, if we start moving now" Ethan said, relieved All Sebastian heard from Irene was the word, 'Gestapo', and he was up with his eyes wide open. How dare he almost forget about the Gestapo... or the SS... oh dear God what have they gotten themselves into here? "Okay... w-will walking do?" His legs felt like lead, and although he could push himself to run again it seemed more likely that he was going to drop from exhaustion then get safely to the border. Especially with the suitcases the two were carrying.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 14:11:56 GMT -5
The girl starred rather blankly at him. She hadn't thought he would give up a big sum on of money for a rather small one if she didn't go. That was new. Her eyes snapped back to his and remained locked with them for a moment. "Now how will I get out of the carriage unnoticed by the guards. Surely you don't think you can get me out as easliy as you got in." Boy did she hope she was right. "Plus, I've never jumped off a moving anything in my life.." The girl remained seated her arms folded over her chest. Her eyes followed the blade, of course she took note of every detail so if she got out of this she would be able to have the royal guard find him. At this point honestly she was stalling for time. There would pull to a stop sooner or later the horses would need a break from travel and they would probably let her out to stretch her legs, of course when they did that they would find him inside and it would all be over. She just had to stall till that happened. Then again who knew it that was even going to happen. The princess was pretty, like any princess would be. Her hair fell to the middle of her back, though half of it was up in and thin crown of braid to which he bangs had been tucked in. Her hair was a deep red, it was almost hard to tell it was red in the dark. But her eyes were bright in contrast a very pale green surrounded but a darker hazel color at the edges of her iris. She was thin and her arms were a bit more defined then what a normal princess would have. Of course it had been a long time but when she was young she had snuck away to train with the Knights from time to time. Melanie was not your typical princess. But right now there wasn't any way for her to use a sword she did have access to one near by so she was kind of stuck. "Whether you have ever jumped off a moving anything or not, you're jumping out of this. By the time I've got you out it won't matter if I'm noticed or not because I'll be able to get you away nice and quickly and nobody has to grab me. So, when I open this door, we are going to jump out. Together, so that you can't run off. Have you got that? Don't even think about trying anything, either" James responded. Honestly, he didn't have the patience to deal with royals. He just wanted his money. He could tell by the way she was looking at him, too, that she was planning on revealing him the moment she was released back home. So be it. By the time she got back to the palace he would be making his way out of the country anyway, across the border where he could be safe.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 14:24:09 GMT -5
"I'm sure they won't" Ethan replied "but we have to keep moving anyway. The longer we wait, the further the news of our almost-capture travels and the more likely we are to be stopped at the border. We can walk from this point onwards though, which is a relief" "Gentlemen?" Irene's voice interrupted Ethan "information about you has already cropped up on Gestapo radio signals in Berlin. You need to move now if you want to get to the border and get through safely" "Bloody hell," Ethan groaned "Irene, can you slow down the transfer of the information?" "I can try," Irene replied "but it'll buy you about six hours more at most" "We can do that. It'll take a few hours to get information to the borders anyway. Six hours on top of that could get us safely to the borders, if we start moving now" Ethan said, relieved All Sebastian heard from Irene was the word, 'Gestapo', and he was up with his eyes wide open. How dare he almost forget about the Gestapo... or the SS... oh dear God what have they gotten themselves into here? "Okay... w-will walking do?" His legs felt like lead, and although he could push himself to run again it seemed more likely that he was going to drop from exhaustion then get safely to the border. Especially with the suitcases the two were carrying.
(short oops) "It'll just do," Ethan replied "though we may have to get rid of some things from the suitcases so we can travel lighter. That way it'll be easier to travel quickly and without suspicion. I don't know what you think about that?" There might be some things the other man wasn't willing to dump, Ethan knew, but it very well might mean the difference between life and death and so Ethan was certainly willing to jettison a few things.
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Post by liz on Jan 15, 2017 14:26:56 GMT -5
"It's what your parents want, not even your family" Isaac replied "you and your sisters are your own people, you can marry whoever you want. If your parents wouldn't approve of me, I don't care. But with my status in the revolution and the possibilities of the future, I think they might just be able to overlook my blood and financial status" Smiling fondly, Eleanor said softly, "Tom hasn't proposed yet. Go speak to my parents, try to win them over and when I can escape from Thomas' side, I'll come to your aid."
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Post by Rivermagic on Jan 15, 2017 14:29:39 GMT -5
"Yes, we ride horses often," Aedan smiled "and we use them for chariots too. We have quite close relationships with horses. I personally used to love driving chariots. And yes, they come in many different colours. They can be white too, and their lets can have combinations of colours. They can have very colourful pelts, with patterns like dappled sunlight on a forest floor. I'm sure if you asked I could teach you to ride? I think you would probably be quite good at it, and it is very enjoyable when they gallop fast." Aedan had fond memories of horse riding, and he wanted to be able to provide those for Marisa if he could. It seemed a shame to him that she hadn't ridden one before, and he very much desired to change that for her, if her father would allow it. Of course, he might not and neither he nor Marisa would be able to do a thing at all about it. But he sincerely hoped he would let her, and he didn't see any reason why he shouldn't be allowed to reach her or why she shouldn't be allowed to learn. Where he came from, everybody knew how to ride a horse Marisa stared at him as she did her best to hold onto every word he told her. Never had she thought that the Celts knew the art of being able to tame the wild beasts. How wrong she was. She smiled at the thought of the various patterns that could come from the pelts. Now she wanted to see them more than anything else in the world. To be free, to race along the sands as fast as the wind and the skies could take her... She wanted to have a taste of that kind of life for once. To be trapped here was more than she could bear. "I'd like that." she admitted to him softly as she felt a smile slowly spread across her lips, "I'd like that a lot." Who wouldn't have wanted to have that happen. "Maybe if..." she tapped her chin slowly as she was considering her options. "If we took horses to the beach..." she murmured thoughtfully. "I would love to make such a thing happen, we can only hope my father doesn't oppose of such an idea."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 14:34:58 GMT -5
"It's what your parents want, not even your family" Isaac replied "you and your sisters are your own people, you can marry whoever you want. If your parents wouldn't approve of me, I don't care. But with my status in the revolution and the possibilities of the future, I think they might just be able to overlook my blood and financial status" Smiling fondly, Eleanor said softly, "Tom hasn't proposed yet. Go speak to my parents, try to win them over and when I can escape from Thomas' side, I'll come to your aid." "I will, I will!" Isaac smiled "I'll go now" He was already preparing to leave and go to speak with Eleanor's parents, to try and win them over.
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Post by liz on Jan 15, 2017 14:40:26 GMT -5
Grinning, Eve climbed onto her own horse and blew him a kiss before riding off towards her house to see to her guests.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 14:40:39 GMT -5
"Yes, we ride horses often," Aedan smiled "and we use them for chariots too. We have quite close relationships with horses. I personally used to love driving chariots. And yes, they come in many different colours. They can be white too, and their lets can have combinations of colours. They can have very colourful pelts, with patterns like dappled sunlight on a forest floor. I'm sure if you asked I could teach you to ride? I think you would probably be quite good at it, and it is very enjoyable when they gallop fast." Aedan had fond memories of horse riding, and he wanted to be able to provide those for Marisa if he could. It seemed a shame to him that she hadn't ridden one before, and he very much desired to change that for her, if her father would allow it. Of course, he might not and neither he nor Marisa would be able to do a thing at all about it. But he sincerely hoped he would let her, and he didn't see any reason why he shouldn't be allowed to reach her or why she shouldn't be allowed to learn. Where he came from, everybody knew how to ride a horse Marisa stared at him as she did her best to hold onto every word he told her. Never had she thought that the Celts knew the art of being able to tame the wild beasts. How wrong she was. She smiled at the thought of the various patterns that could come from the pelts. Now she wanted to see them more than anything else in the world. To be free, to race along the sands as fast as the wind and the skies could take her... She wanted to have a taste of that kind of life for once. To be trapped here was more than she could bear. "I'd like that." she admitted to him softly as she felt a smile slowly spread across her lips, "I'd like that a lot." Who wouldn't have wanted to have that happen. "Maybe if..." she tapped her chin slowly as she was considering her options. "If we took horses to the beach..." she murmured thoughtfully. "I would love to make such a thing happen, we can only hope my father doesn't oppose of such an idea." "I don't see why he should oppose us," Aedan said with a small smile "I'm sure it would pleasant to take the horses to the beach. They like the long stretches of sand for running, it exhilarates them a lot and they very much enjoy it. I'm sure they should like the exercise." He had missed getting the chance to ride a horse, and here he had another chance to do it, and he got to teach Marisa at the same time, something he was very much looking forward to. She certainly seemed very eager to learn about it, and he was quite eager to teach her, actually. He thought it would be a wonderful thing to do, actually. He liked teaching people new skills, seeing their faces when they got it right.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 14:41:42 GMT -5
Grinning, Eve climbed onto her own horse and blew him a kiss before riding off towards her house to see to her guests. (Should we rp the parents or would you prefer to just skip this bit out altogether?)
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Post by liz on Jan 15, 2017 14:42:23 GMT -5
hmmm what do you think?)
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inky
I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Jan 15, 2017 14:44:35 GMT -5
Her arms remained folded over her chest and she pouted for a moment. Letting out a soft sigh she stood up as best she could her hands on her hips. "Fine, lets get this over with then." The red haired girl glared at him as she stood, she didn't like this one bit, she was going to ruin the nice dress her father had just bought her. Now Mel didn't really like dresses but this one was nice. The thing was though, she was a bit excited to jump out of moving carriage, was she happy it was with some thief, no. But would it still being kind of thrilling. Yes. Very much so.
The princess was short, so she could stand up straight in the carriage, not that it was all that tall to begin with but she has head space that much was obvious. "Well... Are we going to jump or what.." She was by the door at this point, her hands still on her hips as she looked at him. Her guards were terrible. How did they not hear any of this. They were going to be is such trouble when she was returned to the kingdom. If that happened actually.
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Post by Rivermagic on Jan 15, 2017 14:48:39 GMT -5
Marisa stared at him as she did her best to hold onto every word he told her. Never had she thought that the Celts knew the art of being able to tame the wild beasts. How wrong she was. She smiled at the thought of the various patterns that could come from the pelts. Now she wanted to see them more than anything else in the world. To be free, to race along the sands as fast as the wind and the skies could take her... She wanted to have a taste of that kind of life for once. To be trapped here was more than she could bear. "I'd like that." she admitted to him softly as she felt a smile slowly spread across her lips, "I'd like that a lot." Who wouldn't have wanted to have that happen. "Maybe if..." she tapped her chin slowly as she was considering her options. "If we took horses to the beach..." she murmured thoughtfully. "I would love to make such a thing happen, we can only hope my father doesn't oppose of such an idea." "I don't see why he should oppose us," Aedan said with a small smile "I'm sure it would pleasant to take the horses to the beach. They like the long stretches of sand for running, it exhilarates them a lot and they very much enjoy it. I'm sure they should like the exercise." He had missed getting the chance to ride a horse, and here he had another chance to do it, and he got to teach Marisa at the same time, something he was very much looking forward to. She certainly seemed very eager to learn about it, and he was quite eager to teach her, actually. He thought it would be a wonderful thing to do, actually. He liked teaching people new skills, seeing their faces when they got it right. Marisa nodded, more eager than ever to make such a thing become reality. The beaches sounded like the perfect place for lessons to occur. She was sure that maybe the lessons would be able to put a little color into Aedan's skin. She was sure her handmaidens would be required to come along, which didn't bother her much. "My father is a stubborn man, but if he allowed me to beg for your life, I'm sure there is a way I can ask him for you to teach me about horses." she said as she sat up a little more. If anything, she was already anxious. The thoughts of a constricting, Roman future seemed far behind her for the moment. It was as good as she was going to be able to have for a while.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2017 14:53:47 GMT -5
(I don't know, it depends on whether they accept or not. If they don't accept it might be interesting to RP it, but if they do we should probably skip)
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Post by liz on Jan 15, 2017 14:55:58 GMT -5
nahh, they won't accept him xD)
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