Post by Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli on Sept 1, 2012 15:16:01 GMT -5
((Sorry XD I couldn't resist the bad pun in the title XD So here we go. First thread. YAY! Your replies don't have to be as long as this one, so don't worry if they're shorter. Just remember 2 paragraphs minimum posting requirement [even if they're really short paragraphs like only a sentence or two] and you should be good to go.))
It was just before noon and the weather was clear as Carlotta trudged through the forest with a small canvas tucked beneath one arm and a caddy of paints and brushes clutched in the opposite hand. She had found the things curiously placed within her room. She hadn't recalled seeing them there before, or putting them there herself, and yet there they sat as if she had arranged and laid them out herself.
She knew of course that it hadn't been her, but it confused and even frightened her a bit when she thought trying to figure out who could have gotten into her room to put them there... or who could have found out about it/ It wasn't something that she let just anyone know exactly. In fact, she was almost certain that no one at the Opéra Populaire had any idea of her little hobby she had learned oh so very long ago from her dear old friend, Sigore Giapetto.
While a bit frightened and confused naturally, she was almost a bit happy that someone had known and done such, for the time she had spent there in that manor was terribly dull for the most part, as she continued to wait for her host to have the decency to show his or her self. The new joint managers must have had something to do with this. Perhaps Monsieur Lefèvre had mentioned to them that she had requested a holiday a while back and so they had obliged. The timing could not have been more inconvenient though considering the untimely performance there that Christine had simply gotten lucky...
Now was no time for thinking of that though. Carlotta had seen a forest just outside of the manor. It wasn't the same vineyards she was used to painting in her youth, but it was along the same lines. She loved to paint the outdoors, and so she had set off into the forest that day for a nice relaxing time alone with her canvas and brushes.
The leaf litter and twigs crunched beneath the weight of her step as she walked on, searching for the perfect spot where the lighting and the scenery would be best for her painting. It was as she was walking, that she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. At first she thought that it was just an animal such as a deer, but she turned her head, and upon closer examination, saw that it was not an animal at all, but in fact a young woman who had been laying on the ground in the forest, and who was just beginning to move, as if awakening from a slumber.
She took a few steps closer, wondering what she could be doing on the ground in the forest. “Hello?” she called to the woman, remembering what the vicomte had said about them being in England. A light hue of her native Italian accent lingered over each syllable as she spoke. “Are you lost, Signorina?” Carlotta had no idea where the young woman had come from, but she did know how to get to the manor from where they were. It was not far away...
It was just before noon and the weather was clear as Carlotta trudged through the forest with a small canvas tucked beneath one arm and a caddy of paints and brushes clutched in the opposite hand. She had found the things curiously placed within her room. She hadn't recalled seeing them there before, or putting them there herself, and yet there they sat as if she had arranged and laid them out herself.
She knew of course that it hadn't been her, but it confused and even frightened her a bit when she thought trying to figure out who could have gotten into her room to put them there... or who could have found out about it/ It wasn't something that she let just anyone know exactly. In fact, she was almost certain that no one at the Opéra Populaire had any idea of her little hobby she had learned oh so very long ago from her dear old friend, Sigore Giapetto.
While a bit frightened and confused naturally, she was almost a bit happy that someone had known and done such, for the time she had spent there in that manor was terribly dull for the most part, as she continued to wait for her host to have the decency to show his or her self. The new joint managers must have had something to do with this. Perhaps Monsieur Lefèvre had mentioned to them that she had requested a holiday a while back and so they had obliged. The timing could not have been more inconvenient though considering the untimely performance there that Christine had simply gotten lucky...
Now was no time for thinking of that though. Carlotta had seen a forest just outside of the manor. It wasn't the same vineyards she was used to painting in her youth, but it was along the same lines. She loved to paint the outdoors, and so she had set off into the forest that day for a nice relaxing time alone with her canvas and brushes.
The leaf litter and twigs crunched beneath the weight of her step as she walked on, searching for the perfect spot where the lighting and the scenery would be best for her painting. It was as she was walking, that she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. At first she thought that it was just an animal such as a deer, but she turned her head, and upon closer examination, saw that it was not an animal at all, but in fact a young woman who had been laying on the ground in the forest, and who was just beginning to move, as if awakening from a slumber.
She took a few steps closer, wondering what she could be doing on the ground in the forest. “Hello?” she called to the woman, remembering what the vicomte had said about them being in England. A light hue of her native Italian accent lingered over each syllable as she spoke. “Are you lost, Signorina?” Carlotta had no idea where the young woman had come from, but she did know how to get to the manor from where they were. It was not far away...
