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Old 10-27-2009, 01:59 PM   #1
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The Taming of Another Shrew Entirely (closed for Mairead and starlingrival)

Nerida sat quietly at her dressing table, slowly and thoroughly brushing out the long, wavy locks of her silken hair which was a deep, rich brown. Very nearly black in its darkness yet there would be the slightst hint of copper in the right light. When sitting, as she was, it fell to brush the floor.

Normally she had one of her maids see to the task for her but she had felt the need to be alone tonight. All that talk of matches being made at the dinner table had set her mind to whirling. Both suitors were favorable to her. Handsome and of suitable, if not exquisite rank. Enough to please her father for either way she would be taking a step up in the social sphere.

Both were older than she by at least a handful of years, which was not unusual. The elder of the two, who by no means looked old enough to be her father -in fact he was the more stunning of the two in Nerida's opinion- had a reputation though. And that distressed her father. He was known for his exploits. And his... tastes. Why risk dragging his daughter's reputation through the mud by assigning her a husband who may or may not be faithful?

She knew he was going to choose the younger man which she did not mind. He was sweet and kind. A little awkward when it came to talking to Ladies but they would get past that.

She hummed softly as she ran the brush through her hair, having not a care in the world. She could not wait for a new courtship to begin! It was about time, too. She was nineteen by now! Well past the usual marrying age. But her father had wanted only the best for his beloved daughter. She was precious to him.

She looked up in confusion as she heard a scrabbling on her floor. Just by the door. Perhaps a rodent? She blanched at the thought but was not about to let her fear of the tiny beast rule her. She set her brush down and crept carefully to her chamber door, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw that it was simply a note that had been slipped under her door. She picked it up, curious, and read it silently, a dark brow arching as she did.

It was a lover's note. Someone, her chosen suitor no doubt, wished to see her immediately so that they might converse more freely. It was sweet but hardly proper. Sighing, she fetched a warm cloak of heavy royal blue velvet and slipped into a pair of indoor slippers. If she did not go, he would doubtless wait all night. She needed to go and set him straight, tell him that he risked too much in trying to see her alone. They could and would converse on the morrow in a proper setting.

Stealthily, she used the servants' passages and made her way outside to the nearby grove of trees. A small wood. Softly she called out her sweet suitor's name, hoping she did not have to raise her voice any further to be heard, lest one of the guards hear her.
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Gura mise tha fo islean
Moch sa mhadainn is mi g'irigh
h shibhlainn leat
H ri bh h ru bh
H ri bh h rionn o ho
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Ma 's e 'n cluasag dhut a' ghainneamh
Ma 's e leabaidh dhut an fheamainn
h shibhlainn leat
H ri bh h ru bh
H ri bh h rionn o ho
Ailein Duinn, h shibhlainn leat

Ma 's e 'n t-iasg do choinlean geala
Ma 's e na rin do luchd-faire
h shibhlainn leat
H ri bh h ru bh
H ri bh h rionn o ho
Ailein Duinn, h shibhlainn leat

Dh'lainn deoch ge b' oil le cch e
De dh'fhuil do choim 's tu 'n didh do bhathadh
h shibhlainn leat
H ri bh h ru bh
H ri bh h rionn o ho
Ailein Duinn, h shibhlainn leat
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Old 10-28-2009, 03:10 PM   #2
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The servant had returned, reporting his success in slipping the note into Ms. Nerida's chamber without detection. The snare set, Lord Panurge paid the boy the remainder of his fee, and retired around the side of the manor, by the stables, where he could watch for the stirring of his prey, and see clearly the moonlit copse where he had enticed her to join him.
The little thicket of aspen had been laced with the vines of the notorious shade apple plant, a strong narcotic from the Russian hinterland with which Panurge's studies in drugs and magics had familiarized him. After just a few minutes taking that dopified air, she would become extremely woozy, and unresisting.
Her youthful charms had continued to intoxicate him at this evening's dinner. Her unselfconscious mannerisms, her guileless commentary, her naive flirtations had all combined to seal her fate. She would be his, if not for a lifetime. Panurge could guess by her father's attentions that the old man favored his rival, a dull but amiable civil official. Panurge and the old man had had a run in once or twice before, and despite that the father knew of Panurge's secret wealth and identity, he was not so foolish as to give the daughter away to him. Still, he had held up his end of the bargain, the father had, repaying a debt Panurge had won nefariously years before. Of course, Nerida knew nothing of this.
Some moments later the girl, wrapped in warm furs, appeared in the soft light of an open side-door, her face flushing at the cold, calling the name of his rival, which name the note had borne, as she closed the door quietly behind her. She traipsed along towards the aspens, calling the name softly, while Panurge watched in the shadow of the stables, letting the rope of his snare tighten inperceptibly about the legs of his prey.
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Old 10-28-2009, 03:36 PM   #3
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Nerida was becoming slightly anxious by this time. Her suitor seemed nowhere to be found and she could feel herself growing faint with exhaustion. It had been a taxing day... and it was late. Perhaps that was it. Swooning slightly, she leaned against a nearby tree, searching with her eyes for the one who had written the letter. When she saw no one, she decided to rest a moment on a fallen tree that she spotted a small distance away.

"That coward..." she whispered breathily to the night air. "He did not even have the courage to remain." Perhaps the other suitor would be more in her favor anyway? She would have to speak to her father about it.
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Gura mise tha fo islean
Moch sa mhadainn is mi g'irigh
h shibhlainn leat
H ri bh h ru bh
H ri bh h rionn o ho
Ailein Duinn, h shibhlainn leat

Ma 's e 'n cluasag dhut a' ghainneamh
Ma 's e leabaidh dhut an fheamainn
h shibhlainn leat
H ri bh h ru bh
H ri bh h rionn o ho
Ailein Duinn, h shibhlainn leat

Ma 's e 'n t-iasg do choinlean geala
Ma 's e na rin do luchd-faire
h shibhlainn leat
H ri bh h ru bh
H ri bh h rionn o ho
Ailein Duinn, h shibhlainn leat

Dh'lainn deoch ge b' oil le cch e
De dh'fhuil do choim 's tu 'n didh do bhathadh
h shibhlainn leat
H ri bh h ru bh
H ri bh h rionn o ho
Ailein Duinn, h shibhlainn leat
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