Feb 11, 2006 13:07
*is sitting near her window, reading, though the sunlight is making her sleepy and it is harder and harder to think of the book*
*she is wearing, we might add, the dress that Hero gave her, yellow-gold embroidered with blue flowers. let it never be said that Beatrice doesn't like pretty things-- it is only pretty words from lovers that earn her
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*happens upon her, then, as he passes back, and pauses for a moment to appreciate the dress's and sunlight's effect on her, then clears his throat with a slight grin, to alert her to his presence*
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*startled, nearly drops the book, but stands, and curtsies, and smiles* Your grace!
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I had expected no visitors. *it sounds as if it should be an apology for the state of the room, but things are neat, except for perhaps a book or a stocking not yet in its place*
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