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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 3, 2010 23:37:56 GMT -5
A large part of the woman was amused. It was hard not to notice his frustration. She shifted as she watched the man curiously. What had happened in his past to make him the way he was? How much fury did he have pent up deep down inside? What did she need to do to make it show?
Apparently whoever he loved meant the world to him. "I'm sorry for your loss or parting ways. I'm sure deep down inside she understood your affections considering how passionate you are." She said with a small smile. "Maybe we should rest a bit? We've been walking for quite some time now, and it would give you a chance to enjoy the scenery. Unless you would like to go to the dining hall. By now dinner is probably being ready to be served. Of course you can get food delivered later either way."
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Post by Lucca on Apr 4, 2010 21:26:24 GMT -5
Graeme nodded, lost in his memories enough to barely hear what was being said to him. He began absently walking again, closer to the gazebo and the 'mystery' of the loving inscription. If anything, this diversion and reflection on things long past made him want to see even more that token of love one had shown to another. If not he, than surely someone had the right to be...happy in that way. Lucky in love. He'd always laughed at the expression. Luck got you very little in life, he'd found, and it couldn't do much of anything that hard work and dedication to a goal couldn't get you just the same. Still...his love life (or lack of one) was something he could have used a little luck on, perhaps...
"I can still remember her clearly...as clearly as if I saw her last yesterday..." One webbed foot touched stone, and he glanced down, startled out of his reverie, to find himself at his destination. Gold-orange eyes glanced up, searching for the inscription on the stone. "I loved her. I wonder if she still thinks of me?" Silence as he found the inscription and read it, words that carried feeling and emotion even though the one who thought of them was long gone. "I really think she does...No."
It was clear that Graeme was a bit lost in thoughts of his own right now. "I know she does." A slow smile spread across his bill, and one hand came up, as if to trace the words.
((pfft, sorry he's kind of ignoring her right now. XD;; He'll snap out of it soon, haha.))
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 4, 2010 22:01:37 GMT -5
Emeraude was being ignored. She blinked a few times as she watched the old man talk to himself. A frown crossed her face. How dare he ignore her. He didn't even know who she really was and yet he decided it was a good thing to ignore her. In reality she could have been a presiding member of the Court of Hearts lying to him.
And she was important. They had established that. But apparently this lost love of his was more important than her in the presence. A small part of her wanted to whisper in his ear a sweet nothing before smacking him upside the head. And there were so many other things that she could do to him that were horrible.
Instead she resorted to blowing in his ear. It was forceful enough that he would notice as she jumped back. If he didn't well... she had plenty of other things she could do to get his attention.
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Post by Lucca on Apr 4, 2010 22:12:57 GMT -5
In a very embarrassing, undignified motion, Graeme jumped, at the sensation of a sudden push of cold air on the side of his head. But when he turned the motion into an easy pivot, wings coming out automatically to counter balance him as he swiped his cane around to smack the air where Em's head had been only moments previously, it would be obvious he'd seen his fair share of fights before. His eyes were now alert, the haze of memory gone, and they were narrowed for a brief moment before he seemed to fully come back to himself, and then they widened, and he quickly set the cane down, pushing his spectacles up on his bill a bit.
He cleared his throat awkwardly, his hand moving from his glasses to his tie, straightening it. "Ah, yes, sorry about that..." Sorry might not quite cut it; he had been ignoring her and when she had gotten his attention he'd nearly attacked her. He fell into a bow, nearly as low as the one he'd given the Queen. "What I mean to say is...my sincerest apologies M'Lady. It seems I let foolish memories whisk me away. I have no excuse, so please allow me to amend my foolishness in any way I can." His wings fluttered a bit with nervous energy from the 'attack' before settling into their normal folded position on his back.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 4, 2010 23:23:57 GMT -5
She watched passively as the man swung. It was a good thing that she decided to jump out of the way. Goodness. That was a rather violent reaction to someone blowing air on you. He must have been quite the fighter.
Apparently he did have brutish Spade in him. That was a real shame. The woman refrained from rolling her eyes at the thought.
He made up for it with his apology. His proper apology, anyway. He actually bowed for her. That almost put him back on the high rung in the ladder of respect. Almost. It was a shame that Em wasn't easily impressed or she would have liked far more people who weren't Diamonds.
"Apology accepted," she said after a moment of silence. "Now, should I repeat myself? You didn't seem to hear a single word that I was saying while you were in those wistful memories."
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Post by Lucca on Apr 5, 2010 10:37:29 GMT -5
Graeme had never been described as 'brutish' before, though he did have a fiery Morganberry temper and the skills in a skirmish to make it dangerous. It was from all the traveling he'd done over the years; adventuring and treasure hunting were favorite hobbies. At least it kept him in good shape. And gave him a wealth of experience, since he'd visited just about every Realm. Why, he'd even braved the deadly insects of Duram Veldt to search for gold. Which had been where he'd met...but he wasn't about to let himself get lost in memory again.
"Er..." Graeme had the decency to blush, red visible beneath his white feathers. "You'd probably better repeat it, I'm afraid. Thank you for forgiving an old man his nostalgia." He smiled sheepishly, fingers tapping on the top of his cane in a nervous rhythm. He hopped down from the gazebo, turning his back on the inscription. He remembered what it said and could always think back on it later.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 5, 2010 21:34:11 GMT -5
The woman crossed her arms, actually refraining from frowning at the man in front of him. After a moment she went to take a seat in the gazebo. She would explain what she said when she was good and ready, the man could wonder for a few moments what she was doing. Carefully the woman removed a fanciful looking white rose with a bit of effort, carefully slipping the steam in one of her pockets to allow the flower part to stick out.
"I said that dinner was going to be served shortly," she said as she crossed her legs and made herself comfortable. "But actually it's been served now. So the point of giving you an option to sit down and potential eat with the Queen is lost. From here you can go and rest in your room or there's one or two places you can still visit in the garden. We can take a bit of a rest here if you care to before making a decision."
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Post by Lucca on Apr 5, 2010 21:58:10 GMT -5
And now, despite accepting his apology...the woman seemed to want to be petty. Sigh. Well, he could live with that, if it meant he was in no danger of losing his head. He waited, leaning on his cane a bit as Em sat down and made herself comfortable before replying. He frowned slightly, wondering why dinner had apparently been served in the time it took him to walk to a gazebo and read an inscription. Either he'd been in la-la land for longer than he thought, or she was exaggerating.
Graeme had no choice but to believe her in any case, though, and consider dining with the Queen off the list of possibilities. Personally, this didn't upset the Duck, as he wouldn't have relished needing to hold himself correctly for more important Heart Court figures while trying to eat. Though he -did- need to eat something, he realized; it had been longer than he cared to think about since he'd had anything. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that I missed such an opportunity. I do hope this doesn't mean I get sent to my room without supper?" Graeme asked as he sat down a comfortable distance away from Em, just to get off his feet for a moment. Though there was a joking tone to his words, he was half serious. He didn't really relish the thought of being sent to bed hungry like some disobedient child for a few moments of indiscretion.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Apr 6, 2010 23:48:37 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes with a snort. He was trying to be cute. That was lovely. She leaned heavily against the railing as she spoke. "Not in the slightest. In fact it means that you have the option to eat wherever you want. Here, over there, or back in your room. I probably should have informed you earlier that dinner was on a tight schedule, however I was far too engaged in showing you around. You seemed to be having such a lovely time before... ah well. Perhaps it was still lovely but in a different fashion?"
She shrugged. "And of course depending on how long you stay tomorrow, you will always have time to see the other parts of the garden. That is, unless you want to see other parts of the palace. This is a terribly big place and it can really take days to give a proper tour. I still haven't quite figured out everything here."
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Post by Lucca on Apr 7, 2010 21:02:02 GMT -5
The smile on Graeme's bill grew as Em responded favorably, and he pushed down all outward signs of the burst of relief he felt. Though it was a bit silly of him to be worried about that, after all the hospitality he'd been shown here. It really was nice of the Court to treat him, a Spade and untitled no matter how important a business figure, in such a manner. The smile changed to something...a bit softer, but also somewhat amused, at her half question.
"I'd say...it was lovely. In many different ways," the Duck responded honestly, swinging his webbed feet slightly before pushing himself to stand again with a grunt. "Thank you for giving me the grand tour of the gardens, and if you would perhaps not mind showing me where I might find my dinner, I...suppose I shall eat it in my room and not burden you with anymore of my company, as I'm sure you're thoroughly sick of it by this point."
Perhaps he was feeling a bit playful, to be joking around so much? Or it could be that Graeme was just tired. It had been an unbelievably long day, and he didn't even want to think about tomorrow yet. He'd probably need to get home; he did have his business to see to, after all, and while it could run smoothly without him for a couple of days he didn't like to do that to his employees unannounced.
But he did want to see the Queen at least once more before departing, if possible, just for the sake of closure. And ah, perhaps that reward she'd promised. Or he thought she had, anyway. That conversation had been so full of formalities he couldn't honestly say what exactly had been discussed.
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