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Post by Aatiyah on Jan 24, 2012 23:53:10 GMT -5
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There was no one to talk with. Just the always chirping birds, the rush of water out of the fountains and the suns beating down the wigs on heads of aristocrats their for the Sunday morning stroll. Rosemary couldn't be any more bored. Her dress, colored in flushed pink and white lace held in most of her stomach and cut off circulation in her arms and around her neck. She was pretty thin for her age, she felt as she was in shape but her mother insisted that she wore this dress to look younger. To be twenty and not wed or courting was a bad sign for the upper class people. It meant something was wrong with you. For Rosemary to be married earlier than twenty was something wrong with everyone else. She walked out into the gardens with her mother just a few hours ago, but lost her to a conversation with another family. She was advised to sit there and smile and eat as little as possible, but Rosemary had missed breakfast that morning.
Feeling more tired that usual she gave out a really loud yawn, not bothering to cover her mouth. She asked on of the servers to bring her a cocktail and some fresh slices of cooked beef. The server didn't know where to get beef at especially cooked beef since it was still so early in the day. Yet, the server knew better to question and proceeded to get as she had requested. The sun was drying out what little moisture Rosemary had left in her skin and the fountain gave hardly a cooling effect to that. Still she sat there and waited and waited.
Just as she was about to finish another glass of wine she stopped in mid gulp almost and looked directly ahead of her. Someone was staring at her and staring rather obviously.
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Post by Kyle on Mar 10, 2012 3:49:29 GMT -5
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The military official had stopped moving, looking around to take in just who actually spent time here. His interest was not in the garden, but in the people. Being in his position, he found it best to know who spent their time where. It was an observation thing. He didn't know everybody yet, and it was best strategy to start trying. Even if he never made a friend at all, if he could at least get them to trust him a little... it was good for him.
His green gaze landed on a young woman. He wasn't particularly interested in women for love purposes, but they weren't bad to get a slight friendship with. As long as they weren't married to someone with anger problems. He didn't feel like getting into struggles with husbands. Especially since he wasn't out to get married out of the issue. This young girl caught his interest though. He hadn't seen her before, but then he hadn't really looked. Still he looked her over, watching her drink. He was about to move on as she seemed to notice his gaze on her. The worst thing to happen as he was simply observing.
"Well hello miss." Tajki gave a simply respectful smile at her. "I'm sorry if that were a little awkward, you seemed to look up at an odd time." Respect was something he did have, especially after getting caught doing something. The soldier stepped forward, arms crossed. "I just simply noticed you sitting here on your own on a very nice day. Seemed a little upsetting to me." He added with fake concern on her potential loneliness. He wasn't the best actor on the side of pleasantness and concern, but he sure tried. Pushing a strand of hair from his face, he gave a smirk.
"What family are you from? And who's the fool who left you sitting around alone with just a drink?" The tall man gave a slight smirk. He was obviously not around to make her feel better, he was only really talking to her because she caught him in his observing. He'd have to learn to be a little more sneaky in the future.
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Post by Aatiyah on Mar 10, 2012 12:20:57 GMT -5
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Rosemary took another sip of her wine when the older gentlemen began speaking with her. She took note of his clothing. A military man was he? He was rather awkward for a military gentlemen, but behind his smile and his words was this utter plasticity and strain. She wasn't to sure why he felt so awkward speaking with her, for he had initiated the conversation. She took notice of his stance. His arms were cross and his back stiffer than her own back was in the strangled dress. He had to definitely be up tight because she had not met a military man as uncomfortable as he was. She made quick notice of his eyes shifts. He was looking for a quick way out and she wasn't the person to give it to him. She stood up and fixed the collar of his shirt and re-positioned the tassels on the shirt before giving her back to him. She had yet said a word, still sipping her wine and glancing at those around her. She stopped to notice that not far away some of her family too noticing of the young man's approach. Rosemary resisted rolling her eyes and scoffing. What exactly did this man just get her into?
"I am from the Taylor family and no one has left me alone. I am simply bored and needed time away from the absolute bordum that is my family. Now I must ask you sir, what brings you to my attention and to my line of vision? You certainly do not have to stop and spend moments speaking with me. What is your motive?" Rosemary turned her head mid-way of speaking and gestured for the man to continue to follow her throughout as she walked to a further away spot, one that was away from her family. There were more rose bushes in this particular part of garden which aesthetically made Rosemary's face glow. She felt absolutely calm and collected. The wind was starting to pick up and her favorite scent of vanilla occasionally picked up and tickled her nose. Regardless of what the older gentlemen was to say, Rosemary's peace couldn't be disturbed.
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