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Post by makenna on Apr 28, 2009 5:26:39 GMT 1
“Perhaps I am but, then I suppose love would be the best word."
"So you are looking for love but not a wife?" Charlotte questioned, confused at the way the conversation was running around in circles. Or had that not been the answer to her question? Or maybe it was a different kind of love he spoke of, and not in the romantic sense of the word.
“Perhaps, that is because there needs to be some mystery with in this world & land”
Upon feeling a raindrop hit her hand, Charlotte looked up, setting her dark brown eyes onto the dark and gloomy skies. She hoped it wouldn't start pouring anytime soon, as any sensible person would then go inside and she was rather enjoying deciphering the mystery of Rigoletto. "Perhaps," Charlotte agreed absently, still transfixed by the endless gray of the skies.
“Not all of use can be mysterious & some of use are not meant to be."
With a smile Charlotte brought her gaze back down blinked as she felt another raindrop hit her on her face. "That is true. And I am quite aware that I was not meant to be. As I was never gifted in the area of holding back, in any aspect of the matter." Charlotte chuckled again thinking of her rash tongue and the way she always had to let others know what she was feeling, and how she always had to be part of a conversation. "Being more reserved is probably the better way to go, though I find it impossible," Char said.
Rigoletto made her feel much more free than any other man had ever, and she liked not having to worry about what she said or did, as long as she didn't cross any boundaries, because it seemed she would be fine speaking the way she was. Contrasting them in her mind, she was so much more pleasant than Noah and she was grateful to be in the company of someone like him. There was something she held for him, and she wasn't sure if it was just curiousity or if she actually was starting to gain some feelings for him.
Charlotte quickly brushed away these silly thoughts, not wanting to even be in the least way tempted to feel such things. She brought her thoughts back to the rain and the guard, and that was simply all she could let him be to her, that was in front of her.
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Post by kight on Apr 28, 2009 19:56:23 GMT 1
Rigoletto heard her words -So you are looking for love but not a wife?- well that was only half of it but, he supposed that it was how it came out. His eyes flickered a moment before he spoke “No, I have a feeling they will be one in the same”
And he did throw he knew he was drawing at strays with such words, for in the end it was almost a fair tale of a story. “There are more forms of love, one can be romantic, some can be violent & others very few others, will do every thing if but, to make the other smile, there are many way to love & some have no title”
He did not miss the smell of the rain as it was close, the air took on a hole nether feel & smell with it & it did not take long to feel the answer to the smell that was so well know to him. A rain drop but, the question was would the rain hold back or would it come on with force, that was left to be seen & one could never say in the end. But, for that he knew it might be wise to let her leave so that she got where it was warm & dry before it turned into a bad storm if it did.
He then heard her next words -That is true. And I am quite aware that I was not meant to be. As I was never gifted in the area of holding back, in any aspect of the matter. Being more reserved is probably the better way to go, though I find it impossible,-
“For some perhaps, after all some it is there nature, others they have a fear to steep out of line & some are raise or trained to do so. Others such as you have little to any fear to let you mind be know & with that at least you are not keeping any thing back that might be bottled up in side you“.
There was no missing how she turned to look at the ground, he was not sure if he up set her with his words but, he knew he could not ask to ask would likely give to much of him self away & he knew well that she was married, if he help there was a change how ever small it was that her husband would come looking for her & if he was found with her in a bad looking situation then it would not be good for ether of them but, more so her.
Though he knew that some things he likely would over look, if it came down to it. For he could give him self more reason to over look it or others to over look it as well.
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Post by makenna on Apr 28, 2009 21:24:42 GMT 1
“No, I have a feeling they will be one in the same."
Charlotte smiled, knowing that was the way love was meant to be, though it was so rarely experienced that way. Her marriage, as the vast majority of marriages were, was a business deal. Peter and her did, indeed, share some form of love, though it was simply because they had to. "They should be," Char responded sighing a little and blinking again as she rain hit her multiple times on the face.
“There are more forms of love, one can be romantic, some can be violent & others very few others, will do every thing if but, to make the other smile, there are many way to love & some have no title”
Charlotte wondered momentarily on what he was saying, though she figured she had deciphered it. The thing that had thrown her off was the title, but now she understood what he meant by that. There was other forms of love that he had not mentioned, or they couldn't be given a title. "And what kind of love do you imagine having, Rigoletto?" Charlotte asked without really thinking about it. She was just waiting for the time when she asked a question that he refused to answer.
Charlotte's gaze moved down to her simple red, flowing dress, that was in fact one of her favorites because it had some color, no matter how dull. The sleeves widened at the ends and a ribbon resided around Char's thin waist. It was now patterned with spots of darker red from the rain that poured onto it.
“For some perhaps, after all some it is there nature, others they have a fear to steep out of line & some are raise or trained to do so. Others such as you have little to any fear to let you mind be know & with that at least you are not keeping any thing back that might be bottled up in side you“.
Charlotte laughed, thinking about his words. "Indeed," Char said. She could feel the rain on her skin, more and more as time went on. It fell steadily for a few moments and then it fell more quickly. She wiped some of the rain off her face, wondering what Peter was thinking at that moment. She couldn't help but worry about his response to her actions.
It was quite apparant to her that she should be getting home, a fact that the rain even furthermore enforced, but she really didn't want to. She would much prefer staying here talking to Rigoletto, though she did feel awkward standing there on the ground with him a few feet away high on his horse.
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Post by kight on Apr 28, 2009 23:08:10 GMT 1
He listened to her words -They should be- He at times felt the rain drops that touch his skin that was not covered he knew well, that it might just be wise to perhaps part each others company &see if there paths crossed later. .
He heard her words -And what kind of love do you imagine having, Rigoletto- He looked at her as could not help but, speak “That could be hard to place in to words but, purr & devoted, would be some thing almost unheard of with in these lands” He knew such love was grasping for the stars but, he would gladly grasp for stars if but, to hope for some form of a perfected love, it did not mean that one had to be breath taking or rich but, that they did love each other & they where not tempted to seek another.
He was likely sort of vague on a full answer but, then he could be to some degrees could he not. Form his one words he heard her laugh before she spoke -Indeed- As Rigoletto felt more rain he spoke “It is clear that a rain storm is coming & I would hate to keep you out in the rain, not to mention that your husband would not I think like the idea of you being out in such a storm ether”
With that he could only wait to see what she would say to his words.
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Post by makenna on Apr 28, 2009 23:19:52 GMT 1
“That could be hard to place in to words but, pure & devoted, would be some thing almost unheard of with in these lands."
Charlotte smiled upon hearing that someone still valued such things. She was indeed a devoted person, generally, unless it came to something she held no passion for. "It is something unheard of, but I am glad someone still understands that," Char responded. She put her hands out a little to catch the rain in her palms, liking its soft drops feel.
It is clear that a rain storm is coming & I would hate to keep you out in the rain, not to mention that your husband would not I think like the idea of you being out in such a storm ether."
Charlotte sighed upon knowing that he was right, but not wanting to leave. She was reluctant to bid him goodbye, not knowing when she would or if she would meet him again, but praying they would.
"I suppose you are right. It has been a pleasure meeting you, Rigoletto and I do hope we meet again," Charlotte said as she smiled up at him, fully meaning all the words for once. "Goodbye." She said regretfully, not moving yet but shifting slightly.
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Post by kight on Apr 29, 2009 6:47:32 GMT 1
He saw Charlotte as she smiled to him, with her words -It is something unheard of, but I am glad someone still understands that,- He nodded lightly at her words be then watched as she held out her hands to catch some of the rain, in her hands. It was almost a child like qulety or one that never fully grew out of the wanders of the land & Gods wanders.
With that he was silent as he heard her second words, he nodded to her -I suppose you are right. It has been a pleasure meeting you, Rigoletto and I do hope we meet again- “We will see but, I see it as being a good possibility” He looked at her when he heard her second words "If you want I can escort you to the town squre other wise I will say goodbye, Lady Bennett & I hope that are paths cross once more”
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Post by makenna on Apr 30, 2009 0:49:05 GMT 1
Charlotte closed her dark eyes, letting the rain fall upon her eye lids for a moment and sprinkle itself upon her pale skin and face. The rain collected on her eye lashes and she wiped them away lightly with her fingers before opening her eyes as Rigoletto spoke. She slowly, almost reluctantly, put her hands back down to her sides.
“We will see but, I see it as being a good possibility."
A smile crept upon her face as she heard the words, pleased that there was a good possibilty they would meet again. "Good," Char responded with that same sweet voice. She was having trouble focusing as the rain made its pattering noise around her, but she also couldn't take her eyes off the mystery of Rigoletto.
"If you want I can escort you to the town squre other wise I will say goodbye, Lady Bennett & I hope that are paths cross once more”
At the mere thought of him escorting to the town square her face and entire perspective lit up. Though she couldn't help but think he probably had better things to do than escort some peasant woman somewhere, and she deemed it quite selfish to ask him to. After a moment of thinking about it she spoke. "That would be lovely, Rigoletto. Though, if you have something to be doing or if you would like to resume your ride," Charlotte paused laughing at the thought as she looked at the skies current set, "then do not let me keep you from it."
Secretly Char hoped that he would, in fact, escort her, though she knew the way to the town square perfectly if she just went in the direction he told her to go in. It was perfectly irrational to ask him to escort her, then. She wasn't really in need of escorting as much as she was in need of the company that Rigoletto pleasantly offered her.
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Post by kight on Apr 30, 2009 1:50:20 GMT 1
He saw her as she closed her eyes, as the rain started to lightly fall at times after a moment he saw her as she drew her fingers over her closed eyes to wipe the rain that was there away. Then he saw her as she rested her hands back at her side, fallowed by a smile from her that crossed her face. With her word -Good- her words where fallowed but, the falling of more rain. --Yes it was clear that the ride he had would be coming to an end, his horse could be come sick with this weather if he pressed too much but, if it was not a fast pace he knew that he would be fine so long as he dried is horse when he put him in his stall.
With that he heard her speak to his words, it appeared she like the idea even if it was more to see that she would remain safe. Though he could not be sure on what emotions or thought was going on with in her mind. -That would be lovely, Rigoletto. Though, if you have something to be doing or if you would like to resume your ride- He did not miss her next words ether -then do not let me keep you from it-
“My ride is best to place on hold to see if this storm is a simply rain or a ferce storm & a ride into town would give some exercise to my horse as well”
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Post by makenna on Apr 30, 2009 4:15:27 GMT 1
Charlotte was quite thankful to have met Rigoletto. She could only imagine what it would have been like had she not had been blessed with his presence. She would have been lost in this storm that seemed to be approaching rapidly. She wondered momentarily on whether Peter was worried currently or not, but decided that she would focus on the present situation and just take each moment as it came. She would deal with her husband later, but for right now she would be optimistic.
“My ride is best to place on hold to see if this storm is a simply rain or a ferce storm & a ride into town would give some exercise to my horse as well”
Charlotte gave him a grateful smile as she took a few steps forward in the direction he had previously said was to town. Char had to pull up her skirt slightly to get through the branches that tended to snag it quite often. She tried to get to the bigger clearing in front of her so she didn't have to take forever attempting to get around every single overgrowth of greenery. "Thank you," she said turning her head around slightly and then looking back forward. "I was never good with direction," Char muttered more to herself than him.
Her hair was now clumped together by the rain and she smoothed it out with her hand, pushing the wet strands down. They would stay out of her face now as the rain weighed the mess of curls down.
The security that Rigoletto offered calmed her fears of whatever resided in the forest. Again, her hand reached for the necklace, as she felt its coolness in her hands. It was now wet with the rain and she toyed with it for a moment before dropping it again. "So do tell me, Rigoletto, what is it that you enjoy doing?" Char asked lightly making small talk as they trailed along, hoping she wasn't asking too many questions for his liking.
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Post by kight on Apr 30, 2009 11:18:47 GMT 1
Rigoletto was glade to see the storm appeared to be only a light one but, he knew well how fast if it chooses could change. But, even in such times he was alert incase there was danger leaking around, such times as these made some more daring to try things, even if so far he had been left alone it did not mean it would always be so.
He saw Charlotte smile, as she started to move in the direction of the town he lightly touched his horse sides to set him to a slow pace to fallow her, if need be he would give her a ride it was the gentlemen thing to do throw it might not come out looking the best when they got to town, they would deal with that if it came to it.
With her words -Thank you- Rigoletto nodded more in habit then anything else, with her second words he did not make out all of them -I was never good with direction- But, he nothing on them since he figured they where not directed exactly at him, he could feel the rain a times as it rain down his skin that was not covered, it was odd to feel the rain at times hit his face only to run down the out line of the mask making, it almost unfelt.
As Rigoletto fallowed her, he heard her question -So do tell me, Rigoletto, what is it that you enjoy doing?- He knew well had he been any other noble or high place person the question likely more so would not, have been answered. But, Rigoletto did not mind that question throw he did not know how far he could answer it “Other then riding, reading a good book & lessoning to music should it be around to hear” There was more that he enjoyed that he did but, they could perhaps speak of that later as they walked on.
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Post by makenna on Apr 30, 2009 21:26:19 GMT 1
Charlotte was only left to wonder what Rigoletto could possibly be thinking. There was absolutely nothing that gave away anything but his occasional nods. This frustrated her, though the air of mystery did intrigue her and it kept her guessing about his character. It suited him as well, everything about Rigoletto was extremely vague, including his next response.
“Other then riding, reading a good book & lessoning to music should it be around to hear."
Charlotte nodded as she tried to picture Rigoletto reading... the image did not come with ease. There was hardly an image at all. She didn't know what he looked like so it was just the picture of him in his armor holding some book. It was actually quite an amusing sight... or rather thougt. Charlotte envied his ability to read. She wished she could read, never being able to understood the whole concept of being so taken with a bunch of words that came together in some kind of useless story. "I wish I was able to read," she said dreamily as she tilted her head upward to see how the storm was progressing.
As it was she could only read a few words and she felt so incredibly idiotic when someone could do something she couldn't. But she had no time for such things as reading, or she tried to convince herself of that.
Charlotte was walking at a relatively slow pace, not having any other choice. If she walked any faster she would not be able to maneuver through the bushes and trees and was not granted the luxery of having a horse.
"And what kind of things do you like to read?" Charlotte asked distantly trying to make small talk, since it was apparant that Rigoletto wasn't about to. She didn't know how many questions she could ask before he would get annoyed with her, but in any case she decided to stay on lighter topics than things such as family or background. Any personal matters she would not mention, even if she wanted to, but things such as reading hardly gave anything away about a person.
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Post by kight on Apr 30, 2009 22:23:25 GMT 1
He rode silently behind her as he waited for her words, the storm was still a calm one but, he was enjoying it for the most part. He then heard her words -I wish I was able to read- With them he could not help but, look at her a moment --Yes how he took such a thing as read for granted-- Though it did not stop him for speaking words that might of gave some comfort “There are those that I am sure would teach you
With her next words he though a moment before he spoke -And what kind of things do you like to read?- “I will read just about anything, though I normally favor books that speak on history, stretching books & there are times stories of legends or myths even poetry has been able to hold my interested” In the end if there was a book with a good story line such a play, he would read it.
It did not pass Rigoletto that Charlotte was walking why he rode, it unnerved him to some degree & yet as he tough on it the though keep picking away at him, chipping at him tell he spoke ‘I could give you a ride if you wanted Lady Bennett” He did not know if she would even allow him to give her a ride but, at least he had been noble enough to ask her.
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Post by makenna on Apr 30, 2009 22:50:20 GMT 1
“There are those that I am sure would teach you."
Charlotte pondered upon this for a moment, and while thinking about it no seemed to come to mind that she was currently aware of that would have the patience or even the ability. Not many she knew could read, at least well, and could not as a result teach someone else the little they knew. "I am sure there are, though I cannot think of any at the moment. Time is also scarce," Charlotte replied passively. There wasn't much time she had extra, though when she thought about it there wasn't much to her day that stuck out.
“I will read just about anything, though I normally favor books that speak on history, stretching books & there are times stories of legends or myths even poetry has been able to hold my interested”
Charlotte's face did show hints of the envy that so often consumed her and was definitely doing now. She had always dreamed of being able to read, and lacking that ability was quite frustrating. She made a point to rid her thoughts of jealousy and get that look off her face, even though Rigoletto couldn't see it. "My mother used to tell me poems..." Charlotte recalled with a hint of sadness in her tone thinking about the deceased woman. And after this she found she couldn't comment anymore on the topic because she felt that wave of sadness.
‘I could give you a ride if you wanted Lady Bennett."
The question took her off guard slightly, simply because she didn't know how to respond. Declining would mean that they would certainly take quite a while to get to town and who knew how fast a harsher storm would set in. Accepting would be... well it would be kind of awkward, and what if Peter somehow saw the two. It wasn't a sin or anything, but it didn't look good either.
Charlotte thought a moment before speaking, "That would be kind of you, Rigoletto. Though I do ask that I may dismount the horse before we leave the cover of trees to avoid any..." Charlotte paused, "controversy." She hoped he understood what she meant. People could be harsh and rumors flew like crazy. Gossip was something she never understood but some people did not hesitate to indulge themselves in it.
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Post by kight on May 1, 2009 1:16:53 GMT 1
He then heard her words -I am sure there are, though I cannot think of any at the moment. Time is also scarce- He looked at her “In the end I think that will become everyone’s problem” For once children grew up time, for what every one wanted was rare.
Rigoletto continued to move he heard her words -My mother used to tell me poems- He could almost figure what had happened & he did not speak on the matter more. After all in the end everyone lost some one, they cared for & it was a different sting each time.
Because of his words he could almost since, the flicker of uneasiness in the air because of it but, he then heard her words -That would be kind of you, Rigoletto. Though I do ask that I may dismount the horse before we leave the cover of trees to avoid any- Fallowed by -controversy- He nodded at her words as he came to a stop “I understand & I will do as you ask” He could figure out what she meant & could think on what could happen if he did not comply to her words that she stated. He moved his one foot out of the stirrup as he offered a hand to help her up on to his horse.
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Post by makenna on May 1, 2009 2:15:51 GMT 1
“In the end I think that will become everyone’s problem."
Charlotte nodded, knowing that even though she failed to realize it at times, she was not the only that knew sorrow and hardship and the world didn't revolve around her, though she supposed to everyone it would seem the same way about themselves. Charlotte wondered what it was like to read and hear countless stories of the sorrow. She wondered if it was humbling to read and see that others also felt the same things as oneself. And that was all she thought about on that topic as she heard Rigoletto speak again.
“I understand & I will do as you ask."
Charlotte swallowed and nodded as she said, "thank you," again. She hoped this wouldn't be too awkward and attempted weakly to tell herself it was a perfectly normal thing. It was just a ride and nothing more and if anyone saw them they should understand that, right?
Charlotte took the hand offered and with a bit of difficulty used it to help herself up. It was a rather difficult task to get up onto the horse and then sit the right way so she wouldn't fall off. Not to mention, she was doing it in a skirt, which was not in the least bit fun. When she had finally successfully mounted she sat facing one side since her skirt wouldn't allow her to straddle the horse the way Rigoletto did, nor was it proper.
With a smile Charlotte began laughing, recapping the way she must have looked in her head. It definitely wasn't graceful and she was slightly embarrassed at how silly she must have looked and at how difficult it had been. She certainly didn't ride horses too often. Still chuckling a little she flashed Rigoletto another one of her wide smiles. "Well that certainly wasn't graceful," she said not being able to think of anything better to say.
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