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Post by maria on Sept 4, 2012 15:02:19 GMT -5
The sunlight of early morning cast it's usual golden glow through the windows of the Manor into the Hallways and Rooms. Walking along one Hallway was Maria as she made her way towards the double doors towards the Gardens. It was the way she often took to go out to the Stables. Dressed in a plaid skirt and a casual blouse with her hair in a braid as it draped down her back and swayed when she walked.
Stepping out through the double doors onto the garden pathway only to sidestep to make a relaxing beeline to the stables where she heard the black gelding whinny as it poked it's head out of the half-door to it's stall. She smiled as she held the apple in hand. "Morning to you, too!" she called out to the horse. Watching it's ears twitch slightly before they flicked forward and held there as it tossed it's head again and whinnied a little louder and more demanding. She laughed in response to it's behavior.
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Post by Christine Daaé on Sept 5, 2012 13:18:47 GMT -5
Christine had decided to step out for a morning stroll around the manor that morning. She hadn't spent much time outdoors since arriving here, and the tie the other day with Raoul at the zoo had inspired her to go out a bit more often. She had noticed some stables when they had left for the village on the day they went to the zoo, and had decided to return there today with a bag full of sugar to see if there were any horses still there or if it were just as abandoned as the rest of the place seemed to be.
She was very fond of horses, actually. At the Garnier, there was a set of stables in the first cellar where she often went to go pet and look at the horses. Her favorite of them was César, a white stallion out of the Opera Le Prophète, whom she used to bring sugar and sweets and he would eat them out of her hand. The feeling of his whiskers and lips on the palm of her hand whenever he ate from it always made her chuckle a bit, as it tickled. Sometimes she was able to get him to do tricks, like nod in response to a question she would ask, before she would give him the sugar. It was a great game that both she and the horse had enjoyed playing.
When she arrived at the stables, however, she noticed that she was not alone. There was a young woman with dark hair standing there, feeding an apple to a horse and laughing as it tossed its head. She paused for a moment. She'd never seen her there at the manor before. But then again, it seemed like there were quite a few people here she had yet to come across...
After a brief pause, she continued forward again. She had heard the woman speak to the horse in English. English... Why does everyone here have to speak English? She took a breath before speaking in what little, heavily accented English she could. “God morgen,” she said. The Swedish was close enough to the English... She repeated the words over in her head a few times before speaking, trying to make sure that she got them right. “I have not seen you here before. My name is Christine Daaé, and you are?”
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Post by maria on Sept 5, 2012 14:06:53 GMT -5
Smiling as she watched the Friesian devour the tasty apple from her hand. Petting the neck under the mane while the chomped away at the apple then nuzzled her hand and torso in hopes for another making her giggle. "I don't have another apple," she simply stated to the horse as though it would understand. The gelding appeared to understand as it did not smell any other apples on her. Turning away and circling around in it's stall before it perked up again and focused upon another person approaching. It whinnied out to the other person.
Turning to see a small young woman of fair hair approaching and put on as pleasant a face as possible. She'd not met this person before. Finally, a woman to be able to talk to. After all, so far she'd met only the men at the Manor. "Good morning," and extended her hand to the other woman, "Maria Gianelli. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Daaé." Glancing at the goodies she had in her hand then at the horse, "I see you brought some goodies for the horse?" smiling a little as she looked between the horse and Christine.
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Post by Christine Daaé on Sept 5, 2012 14:56:23 GMT -5
The girl's eyes lit up a bit as the Frisian moved toward her and gave a whinny. It certainly wasn't César, but he or she seemed just as friendly. She smiled and spoke softly to the creature. “As-tu faim, beau noir?” She asked it. Are you hungry, pretty black one?
Her eyes returned to the woman as she spoke. She altered for a moment. She was not able to understand much of what she had said. Goodies? she wondered what that was. It was a word she'd never heard in English. She stood there like a little lost puppy, almost hiding behind the sack of sugar she had brought with her, as the other woman looked between her an the horse. She hesitated a bit before speaking again, praying that the woman would not think her response absurd. “I bring sweets for horse...?”
The girl looked down at her sack and then, something she had caught the woman say made her eyes light up again with an idea. It was her name. Maria Gianelli Christine wondered... it was a long shot, but maybe,... just maybe..... “Pardone, ma è italiano, Lei?” Pardon me, but are you Italian, Miss? The name seemed Italian of origin. She only hoped that the woman spoke the language. Her Italian was much better than her English...
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Post by maria on Sept 16, 2012 12:48:15 GMT -5
Caressing along the muscled arched neck of the Friesian gelding as her odd mismatched eyes shifted from the horse to Christine. A little curl to her lips as she watched the two of them. This girl must have been younger than she by a few years at least. A large smile as she watched the horse eagerly want whatever was in the bag.
Looking back at the younger woman with a rather stunned but growing grin look. "My parents are Italian. They immigrated to America where I was born." Still caressing the black velvet coat as the gelding dug it's muzzle into the bag of goodies.
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Post by Christine Daaé on Sept 17, 2012 1:14:18 GMT -5
Christine stood there behind the security of her bag full of sugar, a bit of a wall flower with the language barrier intimidating her from being her usual butterfly of a self. She pressed her lips together and stuck her hand into the bag, then held her palm full of sugar out to the Frisian. She only hoped this horse was as gentle as she had known César to be...
Christine looked over at the other woman as she did so. She spoke, though still in English, which discouraged her a little bit. She recognized a couple of words: Italian and America because they sounded similar enough to French... Well, if she had mentioned Italian in a response to what she had said in Italian, than perhaps.... “Non parlo molto inglese, signorina,” she said, shaking her head to say sorry.
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Post by maria on Sept 18, 2012 16:27:49 GMT -5
English had been her primary language. As she watched the younger woman with curiosity at her indifference, realizing that with her continued Italian she did not understand English at all. Not sure whether to pity her or to kick herself for such stupidity.
"Perdonarmi, la signorina," she replied in her parent's native tongue, generally saying ' forgive me, Miss,' before she continued, "Non ho realizzato che lei non potrebbe parlare degli Inglesi." I did not realize you could not speak English.
Trying to think of what further to say until it came to her as she watched her feed the sugar to the gelding. "Lei vive qui, anche?" You live here, too?
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Post by Christine Daaé on Sept 21, 2012 1:34:15 GMT -5
((We can continue on with the language and translation if you like, or speak in English and assume they're speaking in Italian lol I'm fine with either. And Sorry it's taken a couple of days. I was finishing up an app on another site and working on the site I'm creating, so it was eating up a lot of my time, and I burned my finger a couple days ago, so typing was a pain for a bit )) Christine's blue eyes brightened when the other young woman began speaking in a language he could understand. She didn't feel nearly as shy, now that she was actually able to understand what was being said. She held out her bag to the horse and let the beast take whatever sugar it pleased. She hadn't really realized until now just how much she missed her little visits to say hello to César... “ Non vi è motivo per Lei di non essere dispiaciuto, signorina,” she told her. “ Sembra che la maggior parte della gente qui parla.” There is no reason for you to be sorry, Miss. It seems the majority of people here speak it. It was this very fact that had kept the girl somewhat confined to the walls of the manor, despite her general fear for the place. If she was in the village with Raoul, that was one thing, but she dared not venture there on her own. “ Sì, purtroppo, io abito qui. Ma non mi piace...” Yes, unfortunately, I do live here. But I don't like it... She looked back to the Frisian again, and then back to the other woman. “ Mi chiamo Christine Daaé. Come si chiama, Lei?” ((BLARGH! Google translate, I curse you! My 2 pathetic classes worth of Italian from 3-4 years ago has better grammar than you...))
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Post by maria on Sept 22, 2012 15:07:38 GMT -5
Maria's eyes watched the other woman with curiosity for a moment as she appeared to have a eureka moment then shifted to the black gelding before bringing her gaze back to the other young woman. A flashing surprise over Maria's face at the reveal that most spoke English in the Manor. She had yet to meet everyone. But that surprise melted away when she realized it was true. She'd been speaking in English to pretty much those she had met thus far. And made a face that was an amusing pinch of silent agreement.
Raising her brows slightly as she looked at the other woman in almost surprise. "Sfortunatamente?" Unfortunately? Rather baffled as to why she did not like the Manor. "Perché lei non l'ama qui?" Why do you not like it here? Why ever would someone not like the Manor? Plus a bit of confusion. Did they not already exchange names? "Maria Christianne Minuet Gianelli," and smiled warmly despite she already gave the other girl her name. But it was alright. At least this time, she gave the other girl her full name. Holding out her hand to Christine, "È piacevole incontrarla, la signorina Daaé." It's nice to meet you, Miss Daaé. Pausing as she rested her hand upon the withers of the Friesian. "Vedo che lei ama i cavalli. Lei ha usato per avere un cavallo?" I see you like horses. Did you use to have a horse?
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Post by Christine Daaé on Sept 25, 2012 4:25:16 GMT -5
Christine had almost entirely forgotten that the two had already introduced themselves. To her, it was almost as if speaking in a new language, where she could understand most of what was being said, started them afresh in a way. It didn't matter that the name was how she had made basis for speaking in Italian before. All that really mattered to her was that it was going much better now. “Piacere, Signorina Gianelli.”
“Dico questo perché vorrei essere a casa. Le cose sono così strano qui.... E ci sono così tante persone - non che sia una brutta cosa, ma il mio fidanzato ed io siamo di sposarsi presto e... speravamo di essere in grado di stabilirsi dopo, in casa nostra, con solo noi due e la mamma...,” she said with a sigh. I say this because I would rather be at home. Things are so strange here.... And there are so many people -- not that that's a bad thing, but my fiancé and I are to be married soon and... we were hoping to be able to settle down afterward, in our own home, with just the two of us and Mamma... She resumed her smile and then continued to speak. “È stato un bel sogno, ma a quanto pare il nostro sistema dovrà cambiare un po'...” It was a nice dream, but it would seem our plans shall have to change a little...
Christine nodded, practically beaming when Maria asked her if she liked horses but then froze a moment, her smile fading, before shaking her head to answer in the negative. “Non ho mai posseduto un cavallo, ma ho usato per essere buoni amici con un... Ho usato per lavorare in opera e la casa aveva le sue stalle che mi piaceva andare a visitare. Ci fu uno stallone bianco si chiama César, che ha preso molto in simpatia per me... Era un cavallo che hanno usato a Le Prophète... Il suo custode, il signor Lachenel utilizzato per me lo lasci portare dolci, e César li zona del palmo della mia mano...” I've never owned a horse, but I used to be very good friends with one... I used to work in the opera and the house had its own stables that I liked to go visit. There was a white stallion there named César, who took quite a liking to me... He was a horse that they used in Le Prophète... His keeper, Monsieur Lachenel used to let me bring him sweets, and César would eat them out of the palm of my hand...
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Post by maria on Oct 6, 2012 15:55:27 GMT -5
A smile spread briefly upon Maria's lips as she glanced from the horse to the girl then back at the horse, once again caressing the sculpted neck behind the ears and pole. "It's alright," she said softly. Then corrected herself, "Spiacente. Sta bene." Sorry, it's alright.
But what the younger woman said next baffled Maria. If she liked it at the Manor, then why leave? But then again, it would only be natural to leave a place and have one of your own, start anew to have a decent life. Slowly she nodded. "Certo. Capisco. Potrei succedere tuttavia." Of course. I understand. I could still happen. She said in an effort to perhaps raise the blonde's spirits and hopes. She smiled once again, "Suppongo delle congratulazioni sono nell'ordine? " I suppose congratulations are in order?
Maria smiled again and snickered. What girl did not adore horses? There was something majestic and magical that always drew a girl to one. They also listened to you and offered more than a shoulder to cry on if need be. If only people could be more like them. "Ogni ragazza deve avere un buono amico. Anche se quell'amico è un cavallo." Every girl needs to have a good friend. Even if that friend is a horse. Smiling at the younger woman.
Once again petting and then resting her hand upon the horse's withers. She'd nearly forgotten her promise to visit Castagne. "Devo andare. Era piacevole incontrarla, la signorina Daaé. La speranza vederla di nuovo." I must be going. It was nice to meet you, Miss Daaé. Hope to see you again.
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Post by Christine Daaé on Oct 12, 2012 13:35:53 GMT -5
((Sorry I couldn't get this to you before you left on your trip.))
Christine smiled and gave a small nod when the other young woman told her that it was all right. “Grazie, Signorina,” she said when Maria offered her congratulations. “Il mio fidanzato ed io siamo molto eccitati ... vogliamo solo che il matrimonio avrebbe potuto essere a Parigi ...” My fiancé and I are very excited... we only wish that the wedding could have been in Paris...
Her smile only brightened with the woman's comment about horses being friends, and she nodded happily, but the her smile faded. “Stai per uscire da già?” You are leaving already? Christine had rather been enjoying this conversation. The woman seemed very nice, and she would have been sorry to have to end their lovely chat so soon. “Per favore, non stare un po 'più a lungo? Questo cavallo ... sapete che cosa il suo nome è?” Please, do stay a bit longer? This horse... do you know what its name is?
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Post by maria on Oct 22, 2012 14:02:31 GMT -5
Smiling back at the younger woman and nodded, "Lei è benvenuto." You're welcome. Watching the fair hair girl with mild interest, listening to her words. A Wedding was exciting. A mixed bewilderment and understanding of why they would not or could not marry in Paris. Maria simply nodded in return and smiled.
A little stunned that the other woman was not wishing to end this conversation. Not a bad thing really but Maria was feeling a little exhausted and wished to get some rest in at least. She had not slept well since coming to the Manor. But the younger woman did ask for her to stay. She supposed she could for a while longer. Barely a nod, "Bene." Alright. Standing across the walkway as she watched the younger fair hair woman and the horse then shook her head. "Lenoir di signore ha trovato il cavallo ma non sa il nome. Né ha fatto lo nomina." Mister Lenoir found the horse but he doesn't know the name. Nor did he name it. Gazing at the black horse as she thought of Lenoir, " È è un bel cavallo." It is a beautiful horse.
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Post by Christine Daaé on Nov 16, 2012 16:08:36 GMT -5
((BLEEEEEF! Google translate Dx Y U no understand grammar lol))
“Sì, è molto bello... Ma, un cavallo tanto bello deve avere un nome altrettanto bello, non?” Yes, it is very beautiful... But, a horse so beautiful should have a name just as beautiful, no? By now, a decent portion of the sugar within the sack that Christine had brought with her was gone, and so she gently tried to take it back from the ebony beast. “Ça suffit.”
Then she got an idea.
“Lenoir!” she exclaimed. “In francese, 'Lenoir' significa "il nero." Il cavello è nero, alora, perchè non si chiamo 'Lenoir'?” In French, 'Lenoir' means 'the black.' The horse is black, so, why not call it 'Lenoir'?
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Post by maria on Nov 28, 2012 15:07:37 GMT -5
Nodding in response to Christine stating a beautiful horse should have a beautiful name and started to think of something suitable for the Friesian gelding. Smiling as the other woman stated no more sugar treat for the horse as it started to extend it's black well sculpted head towards Christine in hopes she was only fibbing and had more.
Maria listened to all that Christine had stated then barely rose her brows and snickered. "Lenoir?" A little stunned but very amused. She snickered again as she caressed the muscled neck of the black gelding, smiling, "Mi domando come Lenoir di Signore apprezzerebbe di avere un cavallo con il suo nome." I wonder how Mister Lenoir would appreciate having a horse with his name. And snickered again. Oh how amusing the idea was to name a strange black horse in the stables with the same name as one of the men in the Manor!
Nodding as she looked over the gelding then back at Christine, "I like it," she stated in her native English, realizing that little flub and restated her approval. "Il Lenoir che è!" Lenoir it is! And was smirking at the image in her head when Lenoir found out the horse was bearing his name!
After a moment's amusement, she patted the withers then stepped away and twisted back to Christine, "Devo andare realmente. Ma forse possiamo avere il tè o il caffè presto? Domani forse?" I really must be going. But perhaps we can have tea or coffee soon? Tomorrow perhaps? Not that she was much of a drinker of both, but anything to at least be social with others in the Manor.
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