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Post by kight on May 1, 2009 2:48:51 GMT 1
Rigoletto heard her words -thank you- He spoke “Your welcome” With that he helped her up onto the horse, he allowed her to find where she felt the most comfort when she did, he heard her laugh he did not know what was so funny he looked at her only to have her smile at him as she spoke -Well that certainly wasn't graceful-
He spoke “I do am not complaining & I do not think my horse cares how you ride on his back” With that he move his arms so that he was holding the rains & if need be to help Charlotte to not slid of the horse of course he remained the gentleman in what he was doing being mind full of if she disapproved of his actions.
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Post by makenna on May 1, 2009 3:47:02 GMT 1
“I do am not complaining & I do not think my horse cares how you ride on his back."
Charlotte raised an eyebrow wondering how the whole situation had changed so quickly. Was he annoyed with her? She supposed it was certainly possible, she really did get on some people's nerves. "I wouldn't think so," she responded lightly, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice and keep that look off her face.
She did not dare make any contact with him, instead clasping her hands lightly around the saddle. Her eyes were cast downward as she stared the ground. She wasn't sure if she should keep talking or what, because she had absolutely no idea what he was feeling right now and she didn't want to annoy Rigoletto even more with useless chatter. The silence was almost more awkward, though so she pieced together something to see in her mind, thinking carefully about her words before she spoke.
Charlotte took in a deep breath, fully prepared to say something. You could hear this breath too, clearly, though it sounded more like a sigh as she let it back out, deciding against speaking. Charlotte cleared her throat slightly as she again went into deep thought and tightened her grip on the saddle as she felt light she was beginning to move.
Nothing she conjured in her mind was a tangible conversation starter, so instead she waited for Rigoletto to say something, not even really sure that he would but hoping he would fill the silence. It wasn't exactly silent, the pattering of the raindrops was there, but Char tuned it out in her mind waiting for words.
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Post by kight on May 1, 2009 4:11:43 GMT 1
He heard her words -I wouldn't think so- With that he could not help but speak “If he did not like the idea he would not let ether of use ride with him” It was true he cared for his horse more then likely most people would care for there own seeing it only as a horse & Rigoletto saw his horse as a part of him perhaps in the end his better part.
With that he light touch his horse side to start to move to head for town, the rain was still raining but, he could feel the silent in the air & he was not sure why where was such a silent
(Sorry that the post is short, I can add morewhen I am on tomarrow)
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Post by makenna on May 1, 2009 23:42:32 GMT 1
“If he did not like the idea he would not let ether of use ride with him."
Charlotte nodded with a smile, knowing Rigoletto couldn't see either. But oh well, she didn't have a response for that anyway. It was apparant he was very fond of his horse. Charlotte stared at its legs at it began to moving, and somehow was comforted by the sound of the hooves heavily hitting the ground in a steady pattern. The rain matched it with its own pattern that was much quicker rate.
The silence proved to much more awkward than speaking so again Charlotte went into thought, attempting to think of something intelligent to say, but again nothing would come to her with ease and it usually wasn't this hard for to converse with someone. But in this case it was also different.
She felt rude for not speaking, as well, but maybe he didn't want to talk. Again she refrained from speaking, waiting for Rigoletto to make the decision on whether he wanted to talk or ride in silence.
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Post by kight on May 2, 2009 4:05:43 GMT 1
They continued to ride, he felt it was odd that all of a sudden she had become silent & after his words & talk with her earlier it felt odd for it was his part to play the silent one & not her. Perhaps he had already rubbed off on her he spoke “I see I am rubbing off on you already, now you have taken the silent lead & I the speaking role” He could not help but, say it oddly he might not be one that spoke much but, at times when he did it could almost be wisdom or something else depending on who got to hear him speak.
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Post by makenna on May 2, 2009 4:17:31 GMT 1
“I see I am rubbing off on you already, now you have taken the silent lead & I the speaking role."
Charlotte chuckled a little at his words. Her being silent was unusual, but she was glad he spoke and broke some of the unbearable silence that made the atmosphere so awkward. She thought about how to respond for a moment. "Yes, well you aren't giving me much to work with," she said.
The cold brought with the rain made her shiver slightly and she tried to still her body, finally managing to. Charlotte attempted to think of some way to begin another coversation since silence didn't suit her well, nor did she enjoy relishing in it.
It was true, she knew not what to discuss with Rigoletto. He had hardly given away anything about himself, and it was frustrating. Charlotte finally spoke again, deciding he would just talk about the weather. "Do you like the rain, Rigoletto?" She asked raising her voice a little to be heard over the loud pattering of the raindops.
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Post by kight on May 2, 2009 11:20:41 GMT 1
After his words he heard her chuckle before her words -Yes, well you aren't giving me much to work with- With that he could only speak “But of course, since when does the silent & mysterious ever give to much away” He meant it as a joke since he knew well, he was not giving her much to work with & but, he did not know how she would take it.
He could feel the cold aginst his skin, that was not covered though thankful it was not as cold as it cold be & the rain was not picking up. Though he did not miss that she shivered form the cold & he knew there was little he could do to help her with that.
Silent feel on them once more as he heard her speak again -Do you like the rain, Rigoletto?- He did not have to think of it before he spoke “Yes, I do in may ways in calms one soul & mind“ He looked at her as he spoke "And you Lady Bennett?" He knew there was more, at times it could feel like the rain can almost cleans one soul & mind if one needs the freedom.
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Post by makenna on May 3, 2009 17:58:40 GMT 1
“But of course, since when does the silent & mysterious ever give to much away."
Charlotte laughed not having meant it that way but supposing it made sense. "Well, thats the point," Charlotte said as she wiped some of the rain off her face and then returned her hand to the saddle, feeling as though she might fall at any moment. Skirts were the most impractical thing for horse riding and not being used to riding a horse generally didn't help. Again his words put her into curiousity about who he was and what he looked like. Char didn't think he could possibly be in the armor ALL the time and she was determined to see him without it one day.
“Yes, I do in may ways in calms one soul & mind“
Charlotte nodded knowing what he meant. Rain was soothing and cleared the mind of all worries. It cleansed the soul before having to return to life and the harsh reality it brought. Char stared at their topic of discussion, finding it captivating and it required her attention. She was almost entranced by it when she heard him speak again, stealing away her attention.
"And you Lady Bennett?"
"I like the rain. I agree with you, it calms the soul and mind," she repeated as she gazed across the long stretch of trees that had rain dripping off their leaves. It was quite a pretty sight, actually. She wanted to stay here, but knew she needed to get home and some sense of worry had taken Peter. He wasn't a completely uncaring man, he was actually quite sweet at times, just usually the bad overshadowed the good. "Although sometimes it can bring a grim mood," she added.
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Post by kight on May 4, 2009 3:14:45 GMT 1
He heard her as she laughed form his words, at her words -Well, that’s the point- “I suppose that it is” He did keep in mind where if it looked like she might fall that he was ready to stop to keep her from falling or place his arm closer to keep her safer if need be.
With that he heard her next words & spoke -I like the rain. I agree with you, it calms the soul and mind-
The rain continued to come but, so far it was still a light rain & for once not freezing cold, form there he turned to watch the rode or more the path they where on, there so far had been no trouble & he felt it in many ways was a God sent but, they had not got where they where going so there was still a faint danger, how ever small it was.
He then heard her last words -Although sometimes it can bring a grim mood- “Yes, I know what you mean” There was the faint sound of his horse hooves on the path ground, along with the pitter patter of the rain on different items each one casting a different sound as it hit
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Post by makenna on Jun 8, 2009 8:24:52 GMT 1
Charlotte stared absently at the rain, watching it with a certain intensity and curiousity to her gaze. It was falling so heavily for a moment and then slowly the next. Rigoletto said something but she didn't hear, in her own world and not really thinking anything he was saying was too important at the moment. Unless he had asked her a question...
She shifted slightly on the saddle making sure she was still safely on top and wondering how much longer they had until they reached town. Charlotte was anxious to get home, supposing it was about time.
Her temper was cooled off now and she could go home with an even mindset and maybe possibly even apologize to Peter about the way she had acted... he had a short temper, but so what, so did she. It was irrational to completely lose her wits about it. Charlotte began humming quietly before ceasing so she could speak. "How far do you think we are from town?"
(Sorry this took SO long. I got busy all at once.)
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Post by kight on Jun 12, 2009 1:59:50 GMT 1
(Thats alright)
Rigoletto heard her words he thought a moment before he spoke “I would say about 10 minutes at the pace we are at, provided that nothing arises to detain use” He was not sure if she would speak but he did “Will your husband be up set with you when he sees you or happy to see you back do you think? ” He only ask to know if perhaps he should say something in the lines of her defense “I can speak with him on your behave if you want?” He did not think she would but, he would at least say that he would & wait to see what her answer would be.
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Post by makenna on Jun 20, 2009 5:40:53 GMT 1
Charlotte nodded at his words knowing ten minutes was next to nothing and almost disappointed that it was such a short time period. She liked being here with Rigoletto and was almost mad that she felt that way.
"It is impossible for me to say. It could go either way. Or be a mixture of both." Charlotte wondered upon that herself, thinking it best to take each moment as it came. If she pondered too much it would simply be a waste of time. "You would think I would know my own husband better, wouldn't you?" Charlotte said her thoughts out loud.
Charlotte thought about it for a moment. Him speaking for her? What would Peter think of that. Probably he would be nicer about it. Maybe not. "That would be nice," Charlotte responded.
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Post by kight on Jun 20, 2009 10:21:10 GMT 1
Rigoletto listened to her words he waited before spoke since all his words to here’s where tied together “That would not be uncommon for different emotions to play out, I might think so to one degree but, then I do not know your husband ether, so one can only make something of an idea of what they might do.” With her last words he spoke “Very well, when we get there if you still want me to speak with him I will” Rigoletto quietly rode one but, since he would likely speaking with her husband the ride would likely be longer then 10 mins & then what ever time it took to speak with him as well.
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Post by makenna on Jun 30, 2009 16:26:54 GMT 1
“That would not be uncommon for different emotions to play out, I might think so to one degree but, then I do not know your husband ether, so one can only make something of an idea of what they might do."
Charlotte nodded in agreement, wondering what indeed he might do. She had known him for two years now and still had no idea what he might do. She knew that somewhere deep down he would be relieved that she was safe, whether he showed it or not. She knew another part of him would be angry for her storming off and absence. She didn't know which emotion would dominate his actions.
“Very well, when we get there if you still want me to speak with him I will”
Charlotte suddenly changed her mind. "I feel I am taking advantage of your kindness, Rigoletto. I have kept you from your business long enough, it would be rude of me to ask such a thing of you. I will speak with him myself, I am sure everything will be fine," she wasn't exactly sure about that but she didn't want to take any more time out of Rigoletto's day then she already had. Char was sure he had more important things to do than take some peasant women home and talk to her husband, who may be completely calm about the whole thing. Then it would have just been a waste of his time, anyway.
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Post by kight on Jul 14, 2009 17:38:10 GMT 1
(Sorry for not posting sooner, I thought that I had)
Rigoletto heard her words & spoke “If that is what you want, then I will honor it” He meant it, just as he meant that he would of spoken with Charlotte’s husband but, he knew that she knew her husband better then he did so, perhaps later he would learn of how everything had turned out. He hopped that all went well but, only time would tell how things worked out.
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