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Post by Kari Muffin on Oct 27, 2010 16:48:50 GMT -5
Rosemary waited for any more questions before continuing her story telling. Seamlessly she launched back into the story of the Tulgey woods and the cursed Torquehelm boy. One of the people in the back of the crowd seemed to following along with the story.
They interrupted in the middle of one of Rosemary's sentences. "This isn't written down!" They announced, pointing at the words on the page.
Rosemary seemed unphased as she shut her copy of the book. Leaning forward in her chair she eyed the Card in the back of the room. They looked terribly uninteresting despite being a Corvie. So much for stereotypes being true. "I fail to see your point. Then again you might not have been to a reading before, so allow me to explain: If I think the wording is better in my head I'm going to say it rather than the words on the page. Every writer, good or bad, is entitled to flexibility."
She sighed. How many of the people had actually read the book. She slipped open the book to the exact page. "So how many of you actually want to listen to this story now that our dear friend in the back row rained on the parade?"
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Post by Harpsdesire on Dec 21, 2010 15:03:09 GMT -5
Dania blinked rapidly as the story was abruptly disturbed by a comment from the back of the room. That was not only kind of a strange thing to do, it was downright rude. She tried not to look too disapproving as she glanced at the perpetrator. It was like he didn't realize that the reader was the author herself.
Rosemary shut her book, and from her nearby seat Dania felt a little 'whuff!' of air as the cover fell. The tulgey woman stared toward the back of the room: it looked like she meant business!
The corvie canine who her eyes were fixed on looked more or less ordinary in every way, not very highly ranked, either... Dania wasn't a complete snob, but she indulged in feeling a little sorry for the guy: he clearly didn't know a lot about proper manners or appreciation of literature.
At least he looked mildly embarrassed, if not particularly chastised, when Rosemary explained. Dania let herself relax again, grateful that this unfortunate incident looked like it was not going to result in a confrontation. Or was it? The male seemed disgruntled, and muttered something under his breath that sounded equally like an apology and an insult from where the rat was sitting.
Who wanted to finish the story? Dania was too intimidated to speak up again after the minor fiasco of her question, so she just raised her paw a few inches silently.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 23, 2010 14:38:24 GMT -5
Rosemary eyed the room. She had practically destroyed the atmosphere hadn't she? With a small sigh she filled back open to the page. She eyed it for a few long moments before shutting it again and offering the book to Dania. "Would you like this copy? I can pretty much recite the rest of this by heart."
She waited for the rat's response before launching back into her story. It was ultimately a depressing tale that ended in nothing but tears, which was honestly appropriate for both the realm of Torquehelm and Tulgey.
When everything was said and done the people filtered out of the store, a few buying copies of her book. The wolf squirrel snatched up a pen and scribbled a quick note onto the paper, offering it to Dania. "This is my city address. Feel free to look me up. We should get together for some coffee, since your still a bit of a mystery to me."
(( OOC: <3 one more post and I think we can wrap this up ))
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Post by Harpsdesire on Mar 2, 2011 11:58:26 GMT -5
"Oh!" Dania was surprised, and since she was never one to pass up a book she hadn't read, she accepted the volume with a delighted smile. "Thank you!" That was unexpected, but nice. A book given by the author was quite a special gift, and one on fables of her own realm and Tulgey fit into her interests as well. She ran a paw lightly over the cover as she put the book down to finish listening to the story.
It was a sad tale, touching, the sort of thing that always tugged at Dania's unusually accessible heartstrings. She sighed softly as the story came to a close, mercifully without further interruption or awkwardness.
Standing, she accepted the scrap of paper. She was again surprised by the gesture-- she was sure a writer like Rosemary must be terribly busy and popular, so the rat was flattered by her interest. "I'd like that." She said, a little bashfully. She offered one of the business cards that her father had provided, bearing her own name and the name and address of his bookstore. "I'll be putting in an order with your publisher to carry your works in Paige's. This was certainly a... singular afternoon, and I look forward to another."
((And I think we're done!))
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