Post by Martine Charrier on Nov 18, 2005 21:37:04 GMT -5
A young girl in a slightly shabby dress walked through the halls of the big chateau. Huge portraits of fat relatives over dressed, and too shiny, decorated the walls. Blue wall fabric covered the walls adding a nice satin sheen to the decadent hall. A mirror stood at the end of the hall, it's frame in gold leaf. The young girl looked up at herself in the mirror. Her red hair, tied back in a chignon, outshining the glossy portraits, but slightly dirtied from the ride from Paris. Her dark blue skirt and white petticoat was trimmed in mud, and her brown bodice was loose at the top, slightly hidden from her red scarf. Her worn leather boots were shabby and the soles worn.
The only question running through her mind was, what was she doing there? The answer was evident. Her father had taken her along on one of his trips. One of the young sons of the bourgeoisie family was required to learn Latin to inherit his grandfather's estate and her father had a connection with the governess of the house. Unfortunately the governess didn't know Latin.
"Martine Charrier!" called a servant. The young girl quickly turned around, snapping her head. Her hand immediately wen to her neck, which was sore from the horse ride there.
"Martine Charrier, come this way s'il vous plait." Martine followed quickly and quietly until she found her self in a less decorated hallway, standing in front of a sturdy oak door.
Later that day, Martine decided to take a turn around the garden. She found herself in a quiet grove with a willow for her company. A small brook ran nearby and the soft twitters of the birds soothed the untamed beasts of the woods. In this sanctuary, Martine fell under enchantment and fell asleep.
OOC: Okay, if anyone would like to join . . .
The only question running through her mind was, what was she doing there? The answer was evident. Her father had taken her along on one of his trips. One of the young sons of the bourgeoisie family was required to learn Latin to inherit his grandfather's estate and her father had a connection with the governess of the house. Unfortunately the governess didn't know Latin.
"Martine Charrier!" called a servant. The young girl quickly turned around, snapping her head. Her hand immediately wen to her neck, which was sore from the horse ride there.
"Martine Charrier, come this way s'il vous plait." Martine followed quickly and quietly until she found her self in a less decorated hallway, standing in front of a sturdy oak door.
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Later that day, Martine decided to take a turn around the garden. She found herself in a quiet grove with a willow for her company. A small brook ran nearby and the soft twitters of the birds soothed the untamed beasts of the woods. In this sanctuary, Martine fell under enchantment and fell asleep.
OOC: Okay, if anyone would like to join . . .