Post by Christine Daaé on Jan 22, 2013 3:10:55 GMT -5
((NOTE: To anyone reading this thread, it doesn't actually take place until A VERY LONG TIME FROM NOW... as in several months from mow 
Sometime late September to early October – the exact dates will be decided later. We just wanted to start it very early so there might be a chance of us finishing it by the time it actually takes place. Thank you!
P.S. Meg, this starter may or may not change a bit in detail depending on what I find out later on from Mel.))
Autumn was just beginning. It had been a long year of unexpected happenings and changes. Some of the changes had been for the better, some she had yet to find any sort of light in. With autumn's changes, the weather was beginning to grow cooler. Already the greens of summer were being transformed into the yellows and brows and golds and oranges and scarlets of the new season. A few of the birds had already begun to flee southward, and the skies were gray and clouded. The world around was starting to settle down in preparation for the upcoming winter.
Christine was dressed in a long gray fur cloak that likely could have dragged along the ground if you took away the height of the heel of her shoe, and the slight incline created by the width of her bustle and petticoats. She wore a warm, long sleeved black dress with velvet trim, and a pair of dark leather gloves. She wore her hair mostly up in a braid that circled her head like a wreath, but had two or three golden barley curls hanging down her back. A small fur hat and some dark colored roses adorned her the top of her head. She was very far along in her pregnancy, and knew that the baby would probably come within the month. She was carrying with her a brown sack full of a few bright red apples for César, her equine companion she'd known from when she lived in Paris, back in her own time...
She stepped out into the cool autumn air, headed toward the stables. She'd been visiting César quite often recently, as he reminded her very much of home, and of when she and her husband had played at being engaged before they were brought here. There were so many fond memories back in Paris, and no matter how much she tried to forget them, to accept the fact that this was her home now, she couldn't ever bring herself to stop missing the place. It was a part of her, and nothing, no amount of time, could ever be able to change that. She sighed in remembrance as she approached the stables.
When she got to the stalls, she found the one that belonged to her Andalusian friend and made a soft clicking noise to call him. The stallion poked his head over the gate and nuzzled her face enthusiastically. Christine chuckled and pet César's snout, a smile forming upon her lips. “No, no, César. I don't have any sugar for you today. You need to stop eating so many sweets or you're going to get fat and rot all your teeth, and then you won't be able to run any more... I did bring you something though...” She reached into the sack and produced a bright red apple, which she held out to César. The horse gave a glad whinny and then took the apple from her hand, chomping it down. “There, there... See? I wouldn't forget about you, mon chou.”
Holding onto the door of the stall for support, the carefully set down the sack full of apples and then pulled herself back up, watching César as he devoured his treat. “I have some more, but we'll save those for later, hmm? Here. Let's get you out of there...” Se undid the latch of the door and then opened the stall for César to come out. She didn't particularly have much experience in leading horses and such, but luckily enough for her, Monsieur Lachenel had done a marvelous job in training César. He had been a performing horse at the opera back when they both had lived in Paris , and had learned very well how to behave and follow instructions when they were given. He was quite the clever beast... And he had been rather fond of Christine, even in their time at the Opera, for she would often come and feed him sugar and sweets. The horse appreciated the girl's treats, and saw her as a good friend.
After letting him out of the stall, Christine rested a hand on his side and walked with him to the coral, then went back for the rest of the apples, going through her precarious steps for bending down low enough to reach the thing while she was as far along as she was. Once she had managed to grab the thing again and to pull herself back up, she went back to the coral with César and closed the gate behind her. “Now, if you want the rest on these, you're going to have to earn them, you know? Do you think you can to that?”
César, however, did not want to wait. Instead, he tried to stick his nose into the brown sack where he had seen his human companion retrieve the first apple from. Rather than allowing him to have another though, Christine hid the sack behind her back and then lgave him a stern look and asked him her question again: “I said, if you want the rest of these, you're going to have to earn them. Understand?” The great white beast thought for a moment. He really did want the rest of the treats that she had brought for him. After a few moments, he nodded his head a few times and ten gave a little snort and a few counts as if to respond Yes, I understand.
Christine's stern face softened into a smile and then she took the sack from behind her back and produced another apple. “Good boy,” she said, offering him the treat. César gave an approving whinny and gladly took his little reward, quickly devouring it and then sniffing Christine's face as if to look for more. The girl giggled. César never failed to cheer her up, it seemed. Perhaps it was because he was an animal rather than human – he couldn't say the wrong things. Sometimes it was a gesture of kindness which spoke more to cheering one up than all of the words of sympathy in the world.
Sometime late September to early October – the exact dates will be decided later. We just wanted to start it very early so there might be a chance of us finishing it by the time it actually takes place. Thank you!P.S. Meg, this starter may or may not change a bit in detail depending on what I find out later on from Mel.))
Autumn was just beginning. It had been a long year of unexpected happenings and changes. Some of the changes had been for the better, some she had yet to find any sort of light in. With autumn's changes, the weather was beginning to grow cooler. Already the greens of summer were being transformed into the yellows and brows and golds and oranges and scarlets of the new season. A few of the birds had already begun to flee southward, and the skies were gray and clouded. The world around was starting to settle down in preparation for the upcoming winter.
Christine was dressed in a long gray fur cloak that likely could have dragged along the ground if you took away the height of the heel of her shoe, and the slight incline created by the width of her bustle and petticoats. She wore a warm, long sleeved black dress with velvet trim, and a pair of dark leather gloves. She wore her hair mostly up in a braid that circled her head like a wreath, but had two or three golden barley curls hanging down her back. A small fur hat and some dark colored roses adorned her the top of her head. She was very far along in her pregnancy, and knew that the baby would probably come within the month. She was carrying with her a brown sack full of a few bright red apples for César, her equine companion she'd known from when she lived in Paris, back in her own time...
She stepped out into the cool autumn air, headed toward the stables. She'd been visiting César quite often recently, as he reminded her very much of home, and of when she and her husband had played at being engaged before they were brought here. There were so many fond memories back in Paris, and no matter how much she tried to forget them, to accept the fact that this was her home now, she couldn't ever bring herself to stop missing the place. It was a part of her, and nothing, no amount of time, could ever be able to change that. She sighed in remembrance as she approached the stables.
When she got to the stalls, she found the one that belonged to her Andalusian friend and made a soft clicking noise to call him. The stallion poked his head over the gate and nuzzled her face enthusiastically. Christine chuckled and pet César's snout, a smile forming upon her lips. “No, no, César. I don't have any sugar for you today. You need to stop eating so many sweets or you're going to get fat and rot all your teeth, and then you won't be able to run any more... I did bring you something though...” She reached into the sack and produced a bright red apple, which she held out to César. The horse gave a glad whinny and then took the apple from her hand, chomping it down. “There, there... See? I wouldn't forget about you, mon chou.”
Holding onto the door of the stall for support, the carefully set down the sack full of apples and then pulled herself back up, watching César as he devoured his treat. “I have some more, but we'll save those for later, hmm? Here. Let's get you out of there...” Se undid the latch of the door and then opened the stall for César to come out. She didn't particularly have much experience in leading horses and such, but luckily enough for her, Monsieur Lachenel had done a marvelous job in training César. He had been a performing horse at the opera back when they both had lived in Paris , and had learned very well how to behave and follow instructions when they were given. He was quite the clever beast... And he had been rather fond of Christine, even in their time at the Opera, for she would often come and feed him sugar and sweets. The horse appreciated the girl's treats, and saw her as a good friend.
After letting him out of the stall, Christine rested a hand on his side and walked with him to the coral, then went back for the rest of the apples, going through her precarious steps for bending down low enough to reach the thing while she was as far along as she was. Once she had managed to grab the thing again and to pull herself back up, she went back to the coral with César and closed the gate behind her. “Now, if you want the rest on these, you're going to have to earn them, you know? Do you think you can to that?”
César, however, did not want to wait. Instead, he tried to stick his nose into the brown sack where he had seen his human companion retrieve the first apple from. Rather than allowing him to have another though, Christine hid the sack behind her back and then lgave him a stern look and asked him her question again: “I said, if you want the rest of these, you're going to have to earn them. Understand?” The great white beast thought for a moment. He really did want the rest of the treats that she had brought for him. After a few moments, he nodded his head a few times and ten gave a little snort and a few counts as if to respond Yes, I understand.
Christine's stern face softened into a smile and then she took the sack from behind her back and produced another apple. “Good boy,” she said, offering him the treat. César gave an approving whinny and gladly took his little reward, quickly devouring it and then sniffing Christine's face as if to look for more. The girl giggled. César never failed to cheer her up, it seemed. Perhaps it was because he was an animal rather than human – he couldn't say the wrong things. Sometimes it was a gesture of kindness which spoke more to cheering one up than all of the words of sympathy in the world.
