“You have already had dinner?” Mrs. Vaughn lifted a brow at him. They had not been to the house for long enough for him to engage in bad manners. At his casual look, she sighed and gave a nod.
“Very well, Robert. I have sent for Fannie, whom I am sure you know, and I will send word and ask her to invite her sister, who is married but who must no doubt need time in the country. Last I saw of her, she was newly married, her husband in the clergy. One cannot go wrong in giving the girl an opportunity to air her dresses. Her husband will be too busy, but we must balance the table somewhat. The small numbers will keep it quiet for you, but Robert...”
She settled upon her chair once more and watched him as he found the decanter and the dark brandy was poured into one of the snifters which they had equipped for their country home – oh how she missed the lights and liveliness of the city already, he was correct in saying she would be stifled with the drudgery.
“Robert,” she waited until he had poured his drink and turned once more to her. “I do realize of course that you do not wish to upset your nerves overly much. It has been a long time for you and God knows that it has been a long while for me as well. They were unkind to you, all of them, and yet you run, Robert! You run from all they say to you, about you, and in running, you only further the rumors of our living in this shadow of your time overseas. Why, my dear, do you not realize that the adventures you have had, I know they are seen poorly in the salons, but it is merely in the telling of it. Should you choose, you were always so brilliant at the turning of a tale. It is primarily the reason you captured my heart, husband. I saw how often you were looked to, the rapture on the faces of your listeners. You are aware of audience and you exert your presence in a way that we must not throw away. Your tales, they are splendid ones if you set them that way.”
She had gone pink with her hope as she spoke her desires to him. For a moment, young again, she wrung her hands together. “So if you must, I shall keep all gatherings small, dearest. But I beg of you to look outward, lest we be captured by your need to lick your wounds. You could harm our prospects, make lasting damage in less than a full season, if you continue to eschew company.”
Touching her cheek, she looked away from him and gave a small sigh and went still. “I just hope for you, Robert. It is my every prayer that you find a tale to tell that brings you back to the world you left.”
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A long time player, I have been co-writing (aka "role playing") for "ae long tahm". I have a fairly involved career which some years can be nigh all encompassing for months and months at a time. However, I always seem to return for the sheer delight of creating alongside another imaginative individual.
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You do realize how awesome this is. They are TALKING! We have, after all of this time, finally come to a place where conversation can happen.
*L* My son says in response, "This is an EPIC! You and Nem are writing EPICS!" hee hee.
*L* My son says in response, "This is an EPIC! You and Nem are writing EPICS!" hee hee.
The horse shook herself and watched the other human who had led her around the strange world with dark eyed patience. Her nostrils remained flared throughout the entire ordeal and she danced out of his hands a time or two, but he was quiet with her and she rewarded his behavior with a lady-like demeanor as if she were a queen before a coronation. An intelligence ranged about her, naturally gifted because to have any creature at one's side in the desert, there must be some breeding for independent thought. Without her master, she remained in control.
She was not so giving to others, however, and whenever a stranger showed a sign of approaching, her slender ears would flick back against her skull and she would not hesitate to menace them, a cocked hoof or a snap of her jaws. She was a creature of beauty and beautiful threat, the one juxtaposed over the other.
When she was cleaned, her hide gleamed dark with the water and she had set her nose to the tiles where she had drank of the runoff, licking it to get at the wealth. But the water was over and he led her from the sheer tiles onto the white hallways where the ground remained as slippery as before. She walked daintily, unsure of her footing, and snorted in alarm when a beeping sound erupted out of an open doorway. Still, she followed him and kept close eye on this one.
The hospital staff watched as he led her through their clean domain and despite the bath, she would never be clean enough for them. She breathed heavily, taking in the random scents and while she had not voided once, the place smelled too much of man to do anything that gauche, she was leaving hairs about.
They were directed toward a particular recovery room where a gentleman stood over the insensate Zahi. The desert prince looked anything but what he was. His hair back, his skin cleaned, his slender body in a blue hospital gown and then covered in the white blankets, he was just a darker skinned man with tubes in his bare arms and into his nose.
Anat whickered, recognizing his scent even in the midst of all of the antiseptics and soaps. She stepped forward, but when he did nothing in response, she merely stood, waiting for him, her dark eyes fixed on him.
“The wound hadn't ruptured any of his vital organs,” the man said, watching the horse with a slight frown on his face. “Doctor did have to clean out a good deal of blood and injured tissue. It was an extensive wound and had he waited any longer, he wouldn't have made it. You would do well to bring any subsequent ones to us before their injuries could fester. Doctor supposed it had been four days since he'd been injured. He obviously had kept a constant motion which, while it normally would not be very good, it had kept the bleeding up which in turn kept the wound washed, in a manner of speaking.” He sniffed. Obviously he didn't think very highly of using active bleeding as a sanitary practice. “But he's lost a lot of blood as well. It's a wonder he was standing.”
The mare seemed small, despite the large room, and she approached when the man moved away from the bed, so that she might touch her muzzle to his arm where the needles had entered.
“Don't let that animal touch him like that. She'll only contaminate the site.” The man's lips thinned.
She was not so giving to others, however, and whenever a stranger showed a sign of approaching, her slender ears would flick back against her skull and she would not hesitate to menace them, a cocked hoof or a snap of her jaws. She was a creature of beauty and beautiful threat, the one juxtaposed over the other.
When she was cleaned, her hide gleamed dark with the water and she had set her nose to the tiles where she had drank of the runoff, licking it to get at the wealth. But the water was over and he led her from the sheer tiles onto the white hallways where the ground remained as slippery as before. She walked daintily, unsure of her footing, and snorted in alarm when a beeping sound erupted out of an open doorway. Still, she followed him and kept close eye on this one.
The hospital staff watched as he led her through their clean domain and despite the bath, she would never be clean enough for them. She breathed heavily, taking in the random scents and while she had not voided once, the place smelled too much of man to do anything that gauche, she was leaving hairs about.
They were directed toward a particular recovery room where a gentleman stood over the insensate Zahi. The desert prince looked anything but what he was. His hair back, his skin cleaned, his slender body in a blue hospital gown and then covered in the white blankets, he was just a darker skinned man with tubes in his bare arms and into his nose.
Anat whickered, recognizing his scent even in the midst of all of the antiseptics and soaps. She stepped forward, but when he did nothing in response, she merely stood, waiting for him, her dark eyes fixed on him.
“The wound hadn't ruptured any of his vital organs,” the man said, watching the horse with a slight frown on his face. “Doctor did have to clean out a good deal of blood and injured tissue. It was an extensive wound and had he waited any longer, he wouldn't have made it. You would do well to bring any subsequent ones to us before their injuries could fester. Doctor supposed it had been four days since he'd been injured. He obviously had kept a constant motion which, while it normally would not be very good, it had kept the bleeding up which in turn kept the wound washed, in a manner of speaking.” He sniffed. Obviously he didn't think very highly of using active bleeding as a sanitary practice. “But he's lost a lot of blood as well. It's a wonder he was standing.”
The mare seemed small, despite the large room, and she approached when the man moved away from the bed, so that she might touch her muzzle to his arm where the needles had entered.
“Don't let that animal touch him like that. She'll only contaminate the site.” The man's lips thinned.
Or actually I misread that. Let us toss a few ideas around and see what captures our attention. I am going to sleep, but I can do a bit of brain storming once I have some rest under my belt.
Yaaaay!!! :) Doing this sounds lovely. And so - if you have characters you have been creating then you must have some stories? Ideas, of a sort? What sort of random lovely thing should we engage in?
LOL! Sentient space tentacles. That ranks up there with moosen. Which are amazing as well. The world needs more moose. ;)
Then I propose that we play at some time when you've room. And muse to spare. Or at least dabble some. If for no other reason than I get to see an adorable Pikachu every time I play with you.
Then I propose that we play at some time when you've room. And muse to spare. Or at least dabble some. If for no other reason than I get to see an adorable Pikachu every time I play with you.
Doggone... almost had it there. One day, I shall vie for the position of oldest person on here and actually WIN. Darn rock/paper/scissors. I always lose.
What kinds a'rps do I like ta play? I don't know! Just about anything! :) I'm currently playing against a dragon, dabbling in a great space ship where green vines make you know everything (and which is giving me a conundrum as to whether I ought to make a horse sentient or not) and have a detective story going, so I'm pretty darn open to just about anything that isn't reminiscent of my high school years or so filled with angst as to be completely suicidal (the story, not the characters or writers - so sad when a story leaps a cliff in a beautiful, sparkly GTO, donchthink? Such a waste.). I do tend to play 1x1's only because I laaaaaaag and I was the death of a story line or two until I decided it wasn't healthy for me to stop a story because my real life got too crazy. So unless a group play is on the same, laggy wavelength as myself (with muses who can handle the strain) I steer clear and populate my worlds with gorgeous, marvelous NPCness. :)
How about yourself?
What kinds a'rps do I like ta play? I don't know! Just about anything! :) I'm currently playing against a dragon, dabbling in a great space ship where green vines make you know everything (and which is giving me a conundrum as to whether I ought to make a horse sentient or not) and have a detective story going, so I'm pretty darn open to just about anything that isn't reminiscent of my high school years or so filled with angst as to be completely suicidal (the story, not the characters or writers - so sad when a story leaps a cliff in a beautiful, sparkly GTO, donchthink? Such a waste.). I do tend to play 1x1's only because I laaaaaaag and I was the death of a story line or two until I decided it wasn't healthy for me to stop a story because my real life got too crazy. So unless a group play is on the same, laggy wavelength as myself (with muses who can handle the strain) I steer clear and populate my worlds with gorgeous, marvelous NPCness. :)
How about yourself?
I'll have you know, there is no harm in old-fashioned! The world needs a bit more old-fashioned, I think. (But then, that could be because I'm old and .... of a fashion.)
That sounds like a perfect set-up, really. I've always found that those I really write well with are those who can take the natural ebb and flow of the process. I am all in favor of support, constructive criticism, and pushing limitations without being overly boorish about it. Of course, in this medium, at times even the softest (or hardest) blow we can offer may seem opposite of how we intended, so I think I will add to your marvelous list something I'm sure you already feel is a moot point - the best interpretation of any event. it is silly, and I've spent a lot of time over the last few months looking back over my assumptions of others' behavior. It's been a rather humbling experience and while I had thought I tended to give the benefit of the doubt, I found that I actually did not. Then, we'll always make assumptions, but as I said... OLD... and the older I get, the less I need those assumptions. :) Or perhaps, the more wide open the world of human behavior becomes for me.
And I go off on a tangent. Let's see if I can get back to the task at hand. Your post is marvelous. Robert's inner world is just lovely - or rather, not lovely at all, but written in a lovely, enjoyable manner. I feel badly for the poor man. He's really in need of a good, stiff kick in the short-trousers, but I'm afraid that there wouldn't be any real direction for him to go even if he had one. He's as much a caught bird at Diana is.
Also - I finally managed to get to see the entirety of the video you sent me. Thank you! Oh my goodness, it was adorable and funny. I'll have to look up the gentleman who did it and see if he has any more. It's always nice to get a chance to have something like that shared. (Which means, of course, I shared it immediately!)
So, off to dinner, catching up on writing, and see what happens next! I'm holding my breath, because we have one last character and he's not shown his face yet, but I think that the wait will be well worth it.
That sounds like a perfect set-up, really. I've always found that those I really write well with are those who can take the natural ebb and flow of the process. I am all in favor of support, constructive criticism, and pushing limitations without being overly boorish about it. Of course, in this medium, at times even the softest (or hardest) blow we can offer may seem opposite of how we intended, so I think I will add to your marvelous list something I'm sure you already feel is a moot point - the best interpretation of any event. it is silly, and I've spent a lot of time over the last few months looking back over my assumptions of others' behavior. It's been a rather humbling experience and while I had thought I tended to give the benefit of the doubt, I found that I actually did not. Then, we'll always make assumptions, but as I said... OLD... and the older I get, the less I need those assumptions. :) Or perhaps, the more wide open the world of human behavior becomes for me.
And I go off on a tangent. Let's see if I can get back to the task at hand. Your post is marvelous. Robert's inner world is just lovely - or rather, not lovely at all, but written in a lovely, enjoyable manner. I feel badly for the poor man. He's really in need of a good, stiff kick in the short-trousers, but I'm afraid that there wouldn't be any real direction for him to go even if he had one. He's as much a caught bird at Diana is.
Also - I finally managed to get to see the entirety of the video you sent me. Thank you! Oh my goodness, it was adorable and funny. I'll have to look up the gentleman who did it and see if he has any more. It's always nice to get a chance to have something like that shared. (Which means, of course, I shared it immediately!)
So, off to dinner, catching up on writing, and see what happens next! I'm holding my breath, because we have one last character and he's not shown his face yet, but I think that the wait will be well worth it.
Nooo! You can't be older than ME! (I'm two years from perfection!) Though.. I have met a handful who were older than me. Handful, mind you. But I do not believe it! I shall do rock/paper/scissors to prove I am the eldest, yes!
ROCK!
Did I win?
ROCK!
Did I win?
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Looking for a few good... amoeba moosen. (g'on, ignore post count, eh?)
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A'draggin' this into PMs. We must have discussion, yes we must!
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