Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Dec 12, 2012 6:22:02 GMT -5
Christine smiled happily when the other woman agreed to the proposed name for the horse. She hardly even noticed the slight falter where the other woman spoke in English. After all, she understood a few words and could make out the sentence 'I like it'.
“Non lo so,” she chuckled in response to the question of whether or not Monsieur Lenoir would appreciate a horse with such a name. I don't know. “Spero che vi piaccia” I hope he will like it.
Her smile faded a bit, however, when the other woman insisted once again that she must go. She asked if they could have coffee or tea some other time. “Possiamo,” she said. We can. “Arrivaderci?”
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maria
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That spitfire American!
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Post by maria on Dec 14, 2012 17:58:25 GMT -5
Smiling as she looked the Friesian over then nodded once in a bit of bold satisfaction, "Anche se non l'ama. Facciamo. Ciò basta. È un nome che conviene a per il cavallo." Even if he doesn't like it. We do. That's enough. It's a befitting name for the horse.
"Buono", grinning in satisfaction and now looking forward to more conversations at future meetings with Christine.
"Arrivaderci." Waving to the golden hair girl then turned and strode out of the stables, heading back into the Manor.
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
Posts: 1,592
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Post by Christine Daaé on Dec 17, 2012 8:23:05 GMT -5
Christine watched a moment as the other woman left and then turned back to the hose (now named 'Lenoir') and gently pet its snout. “Sorry that I don't have any more treats for you,” she said to the creature and she stroked it fondly. “Perhaps next time.”
She hadn't realized until seeing those stables how much she dearly missed her old friend, César, at the opera. While she knew it was highly unlikely, she dearly wished that César could somehow be brought there like she, Raoul, Mamma Valérius, and even Érik had been.
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