((OOC: Andre: D4 thread?)Andre l'Ecrivain wrote: ↑Tue Sep 14, 2021 2:19 amAndre's face flushes at the coarse term.
He says nothing, however. Enough reading has convinced him to be silent in such cases.
[D3, LN, EVENT] Ill-met by Moonlight
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Margaret de Beaumont
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Margaret notes the flush and resolves to ask him later what a lady ought call that, as no one has bothered to tell her. Strumpet didn't seem right, and she could hardly ask Miriam now could she?
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De Beaumont * Youngest Daughter
Glory 168
Distinctive Features: Hair like Helen, Hand like Heloise, Hips of Aphrodite
Followed in daytime by a matronly woman in nun's garb, Hildegarde of Rostock. Pretends to speak only German. Actually speaks French and Latin.
De Beaumont * Youngest Daughter
Glory 168
Distinctive Features: Hair like Helen, Hand like Heloise, Hips of Aphrodite
Followed in daytime by a matronly woman in nun's garb, Hildegarde of Rostock. Pretends to speak only German. Actually speaks French and Latin.
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Miriam Yarchi
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"Meeting her outside would offer a answer if she is noble or negotiable" she whispers.
Jewish Tutor serving the de Beaumonts,
Glory :184, Legendary Suspicious. The heathen girl your priest warned you about.
Scholar and polyglot ,Blood red lips,Chestnut hair, Olive skin
Latin French Occitan Greek Arabic
Glory :184, Legendary Suspicious. The heathen girl your priest warned you about.
Scholar and polyglot ,Blood red lips,Chestnut hair, Olive skin
Latin French Occitan Greek Arabic
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Andre l'Ecrivain
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Re: [D3, LN, EVENT] Ill-met by Moonlight
Andre continues to flush, but nods to Miriam's words.
"That, er, is sensible enough," he says. "I think. I've...no experience in...such matters."
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"That, er, is sensible enough," he says. "I think. I've...no experience in...such matters."
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I've got EM, LA, EE, and LE.Margaret de Beaumont wrote: ↑Wed Sep 15, 2021 2:42 amMargaret notes the flush and resolves to ask him later what a lady ought call that, as no one has bothered to tell her. Strumpet didn't seem right, and she could hardly ask Miriam now could she?
((OOC: Andre: D4 thread?)
Andre l'Ecrivain, called Andrea Scriptor in the Learned Tongue, Dryw Bwydo in the speech of the west, and Andric Bocere in the speech of the lower English
Son of Gilles d'Agnatu, baron in service to the de Clares
Nothing Legendary...yet
168 Glory
Wears fine clothes, rich if in court; has writing materials and likely a book or two tucked in the sleeves.
Heavyset and beardly
Speaking, "writing," thinking; d'Oil, Latin, Welsh, English
Son of Gilles d'Agnatu, baron in service to the de Clares
Nothing Legendary...yet
168 Glory
Wears fine clothes, rich if in court; has writing materials and likely a book or two tucked in the sleeves.
Heavyset and beardly
Speaking, "writing," thinking; d'Oil, Latin, Welsh, English
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Margaret de Beaumont
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Margaret nods to Miriam and pointedly offers her arm to Andre, assuming that the rouse of a night rendezvous may through off suspicion from those they watch.
"Well then, my lord, shall we take this promenade into the night sky that we may both get some fresher air?" She cocks an eyebrow, imperiously.
"Well then, my lord, shall we take this promenade into the night sky that we may both get some fresher air?" She cocks an eyebrow, imperiously.
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De Beaumont * Youngest Daughter
Glory 168
Distinctive Features: Hair like Helen, Hand like Heloise, Hips of Aphrodite
Followed in daytime by a matronly woman in nun's garb, Hildegarde of Rostock. Pretends to speak only German. Actually speaks French and Latin.
De Beaumont * Youngest Daughter
Glory 168
Distinctive Features: Hair like Helen, Hand like Heloise, Hips of Aphrodite
Followed in daytime by a matronly woman in nun's garb, Hildegarde of Rostock. Pretends to speak only German. Actually speaks French and Latin.
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Andre l'Ecrivain
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Re: [D3, LN, EVENT] Ill-met by Moonlight
"Madame flatters," Andre says, but he takes the hint about the arm and "conducts" her whither she would go.
Andre l'Ecrivain, called Andrea Scriptor in the Learned Tongue, Dryw Bwydo in the speech of the west, and Andric Bocere in the speech of the lower English
Son of Gilles d'Agnatu, baron in service to the de Clares
Nothing Legendary...yet
168 Glory
Wears fine clothes, rich if in court; has writing materials and likely a book or two tucked in the sleeves.
Heavyset and beardly
Speaking, "writing," thinking; d'Oil, Latin, Welsh, English
Son of Gilles d'Agnatu, baron in service to the de Clares
Nothing Legendary...yet
168 Glory
Wears fine clothes, rich if in court; has writing materials and likely a book or two tucked in the sleeves.
Heavyset and beardly
Speaking, "writing," thinking; d'Oil, Latin, Welsh, English
Re: [D3, LN, EVENT] Ill-met by Moonlight
The time passes for a long while outside the southern apse of the abbey, the hour growing earlier and earlier. Either the people inside the chapel are now making assurance double sure that you have really left, or they left by another way. An anticlimax, to be sure, but the smart move for a pair of conspirators up to no good---or were they hapless lovers, desperate not to be caught?
In any case, time conspired with happenstance to end the /scene.
In any case, time conspired with happenstance to end the /scene.
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot, Little Gidding