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Post by hedanicree on Jun 18, 2006 3:10:57 GMT -5
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(Original post by Warrioress Fri Jun 24, 2005 3:35 am)
The Seine
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Just outside the walls of Paris lies a pleasant country side, and the highlight of the land is the beautiful Seine river. Flowing from the Channel across France, it does more than just provide drinking and bathing water for Parisans.
There are trees growing right along the banks at points, reaching their thick roots into the flowing water, and wildflowers grow in abundance. For swimming, fishing or a great rendevous spot, the Seine is a wonderful place to enjoy a day off.
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Post by auberymirkwood on Nov 2, 2008 4:33:42 GMT -5
A young woman lounges on the river bank, her back resting against a large willow, the water in front of her nearly lapping at her crossed ankles. Her eyes are closed but her ear is quick to hear every sound. One hand rests on her forest green dress the other on the belt with the small knife she removed for comfort when she lay down. Her mind wonders over the things she's has seen and heard today, sorting them and connecting them like a giant puzzle. The corner of her mouth pulls up as she remembers a fight between some musketeers and cardinal's guards she witnessed from the corner of the shop. Then her mind moves on the next day. What was it? Her fourth day in Paris? Yes, and she had learned many things so far. She had been invisible but now it was time for a new tactic. She must make friends and contacts. But that could wait for the next day. For now she would enjoy the warm French sunshine and the babble of the river. So similar to home….home….
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Post by auberymirkwood on Nov 5, 2008 17:51:35 GMT -5
But what was she thinking! Home! She could not go home and she shouldn't be thinking of it. No, she must make a new life for herself here, new friends, new habits, new memories, maybe…just maybe…a new family. Yes, she would succeed! She would…She could not remain distant from her feelings. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks. She was alone, and she was afraid. Her father had said that she must always be strong but he had also said she must not grow hard and unfeeling. Surely she was allowed this outburst. Yes, she would cry it out and push on. She would not be pulled down she would be strong! Still the tears rolled down as she wondered at her future.
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Post by auberymirkwood on Dec 1, 2008 14:59:14 GMT -5
Recovered from her emotional outburst she stretched and stood up. Carefully she reached behind her and unfastens her skirt revealing that, hidden in a fold, it is split up the middle, taking it off she has pants on underneath. She fastens the now half shirt as a cape and puts a bag that was hidden under the skirt on her knife belt which she then fastens around her waist. After pulling her hair back into a pony tail she checks her reflection in the water. Yes, she could now pass easily as a man. A young man, but still a man. “What would father say if he saw me now?” she wondered as she stood staring beyond her reflection.
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Post by sylvanaatlanta on Dec 1, 2008 17:46:19 GMT -5
Elaine ran to the “young man” standing by the edge of the river crying, “Edmund!” She grabbed “his” arm and started pulling still talking, “Come on!! We are going to be late!! Oh please hurry!”
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Post by auberymirkwood on Dec 4, 2008 0:14:57 GMT -5
Startled, she turned to the young woman on her arm. “My name is E…Edmund but I don’t believe I am your Edmund,” She replied smiling.
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