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    EASTER 1678 | Saturday Services (9th all day)

    Darlene Frances & Co Three pairs of eyes assessed as explanations were offered but little favor was to be found with it. "I do no think such a 'Game' even if tis biblical would be well received." Said one. "And even if it were how would I explain to my Father that I was spending time here in amusements rather than in Prayer?" Added a second. "Well it might be interesting ..." Added the third. "But I too do not want risk a lecture." "Lady Oakham is quite clever in finding something so quickly so must be admired." Frances spoke up quietly for there were many eyes and ears in close range. "Yet there is also something to be said for the objections of you three as well." It was hard to make both sides feel vindicated and Frances was getting very tired of it. Rasied to act and behave in a certain manner she had cultivated the air of submission to satisfy her Family and thus was allowed some Freedoms. She was determined to now ride herself of that appearance and stand on her own. "Might we two sit and converse instead?" She asked. "Tis best to now ignore them. To continue will only provoke and I for one have no desire to be a part of it. Tis bad enough that it follows me everywhere when we are all together and my temper is heating up." This was, for her, a very unnatural thing - the expressioning of her feelings straight out. "What will you do here at Court? Have you any Family about you? You must be very popular! I can see that you are a person of excitement." Frances changed the tempo as it was best. Lady Oakham was an unknown yet Frances could not help but think she was so different from herself.
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    EASTER 1678 | Saturday Services (9th all day)

    Darlene Frances & Co There was some moments of silence as the request was digested and Frances hid a smile as she rightly guessed that the other three were unsure how to take it. That one was speaking of GAMES in Church was in of itself an oddity and coupled with Lady Oakham's reputation might well cause some caustic response. "Not all of Courts Matrons are thus - some are quite well versed - you wowuld be surprised I think." Frances stepped in to ward off any unpleasantness. "Why have we not all found this to be so?" She half turned to look at the others' her gaze holding a clear warning to not make troubles. Smiles and nods but a pout or two was clearly seen as well. 'sometimes Frances you are no fun at all' She knew the voice but turmed back to Lady Oakham adding "You must not take anything to heart Lady Oakham. And your Company is most welcom'd." She smiled to add warmth to her words. "As for Games, well, I can not think of how that might be accomplished - and to be honest not a thing to be tried either. This is not time nor place no matter how innocent the intent and I should not like for you to be thought of badly." This was whispered so that only Darlene would hear. "That which you seek needs must be found ourside these wall. Why do you not come to the Presence - there is much to be found there." Thinking that she sounded to bold she hastened to amend by adding "Please do no think I scold or am shying away. I am oft times called a 'peacemaker' and now you have evidence of it." She looked down at her hands resting in her lap then back up to meet the others gaze directly.
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    EASTER 1678 | Saturday Services (9th all day)

    Darlene, Frances & Co They were but a foursome counting Frances herself - all daughters of Peers but she was the ranking as being a Dukes daughter - and none held a Household Position as of yet. Well schooled in Court Politics each knew facts and stories that supplemented the other so taken as a whole were extremely well informed. Now having amongst them such an individual as this Lady was known to be was indeed a Prize. And in their eyes upt their own sense of self-importance as it would be seen and they would all be sought out and questioned endlessly with no care as to the correctness of it all. Yet a picture of correct behavior could not be faulted as they dipped curtsies amongst the chirping of "Good Morrow Lady Oakham's" with eyes filled with curiosity. They had filed single file into the pew which allowed for Frances to then sit with the Viscountess on the aisle. The opposite side was unblocked for addition arrivals. Frances would remain standing until Lady Oakham had seated herself as was correct for she did outrank her as a married women albit now a widow to her own unmarried state. "Forgive me. I was thoughtless in that question. It was not nice at all. It is not a topic any of us think much upon." She was refering to Lady Oakham being a widow. "I shall admit I am curious as to why you would have sought me out."
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    EASTER 1678 | Saturday Services (9th all day)

    Darlene and Frances She had made the start to return to her group but then a voice calling out gave her pause so she stopped which meant her friend did as well. A quick whispered exchange of words and the other nodded her eyes resting on the Viscountess as she listened then with a nod continued on. That she would have much to say once she re-joined the others might be all to clear as she looked back not once but thrice until she reached them whereupon some conversations were started amongst much speculations. Frances of course knew how things worked but she would not give any satisfaction in that direction and instead turned to offer a pretty small dip to the other woman. "Viscountess." Her smile on display. "You have come unattended then?" She asked then added "If that is so then naturally. We are a small grouping and tis possible that the Duke and Duchess may well arrive .... but there is room enough I should think." Lady Oakham would suruly know that the 'Duke and Duchess' were Frances' parents.
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    EASTER 1678 | Saturday Services (9th all day)

    Standing within a group a bit off to one side of the entrance her eyes had caught and then took hold of the little Tableau being played out. Only one was known to her yet she stared at the young woman the longest taking her in from head to toe. Of how familiar her manner was as she held out her hand to receive his flowers her smile and easy countance.The another joined and she watched as he moved closer sending a clear signal to the other man. It was a declaration so subtile yet could not have been missed. Ownership. It was perhaps what she had needed to see. Hope was a thing she'd held tightly onto for weeks now waiting for something to happen. But nothing had. Whatever she had wanted him to do he had not. Instead he had turned round and went in another direction to seek warmth and companionship - two things that she could no longer give him - and thus she was forced to finally concede. It was over before it really had a chance to begin. Her Fate was now sealed. Her life entwined with a man she did not like and judged by his Public face and behaviors. There only to provide an heir (which she accepted for that was her responsibility after all) but with little else between husband and wife. He was popular and much admired she assumed amongst his Libertine friends and she would be forever pitied because of it. But the rewards were great - a double Countess no less. So said Everyone. 'Frances .... Frances ....' A whispered voice at her side broke her thoughts. "What are you looking at? We have all moved ahead but you are here still. Are you ill?" Concern and a warm hand to her own. "I am well. Nothing is wrong. I had thought I saw someone I knew but it was just a trick of the light tis all." She shook her head a bit to add credit. "Come. Let us join the others." She turned and brought that smile she now wore everywhere back into play. If he had, by some chance, caught her watching she would never know it for she did not look back.
  6. Grace had been clever and so it had not taken over-long before she had what she wanted. She had quickly scribbled just one sentence .... It was not the best of parchment but good enough for her use. She sanded it quickly then sealed it with the small stick of red wax she had taken. It would be delivered by one of the many Palace runners. That she would have liked to deliver it herself to his Residence was her wish but she knew better. He would call for her she was sure and until then she would be patient.
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    EASTER 1678 | Good Friday Service (8th all day)

    Lowther Chichester and Frances Departing "His Grace is well. I shall say you asked after him." She answered him quietly. "You must forgive my being so forward with self introduction Lord Lowther but my answer needed to be explained." Her smile was sweet and she favored George with it as well knowing that he had allocated blame to himself for his lack of doing it. you see how well attuned I am even if we are apart. His small correction of her words made that smile remain for a heartbeat or two before she turned back to the other Gentleman. "Lord Chichester is correct. And you must keep close to him for he will be, as I had said, most excellent a Guide. He will provide introduction that you will need as well." "Tis always a good thing to have connections." It was time for her to continue on. "I must go ahead ..... I hope to have the chance to meet with you both again. Gentleman." She would give her reverance once replies had been made.
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    EASTER 1678 | Good Friday Service (8th all day)

    Lowther Chichester and Frances "And you could have no finer Gentleman than Lord Chichester in whos Company to keep." She smiled at them both her gaze resting a bit longer on Chichester before she half turned to look at the floral displays. "Indeed. The Ladies have outdone themselves again. Well I should think that the 'best sermons' shall be saved for Sunday so todays might be a rehearsal." "Fire and Brimstone ... I hope not! I confess I am of no mind for it but as my Family will all be represented I can hardly be disinterested." "My father is the Duke of Newcastle and as such all of this ..." She gave a small wave of one hand to indicate the Chapel ... "Is to be taken Very Seriously and so I must not be caught lacking." Her words were serious but her delivery would show she was also teasing. A bit. "You have excellent timing Lord Lowther - for after Sunday I should imagine that Court shall be all abustle with Everyone eager for frivolity and nonsense."
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    EASTER 1678 | Good Friday Service (8th all day)

    Lowther Chichester and Frances There was to be no escape. Her face had paled but now she was sure her cheeks were pinked and so she did what she had been taught to do. "Lord Chichester. I am well." She gave him a reverance and even mananged a smile. "I hope you are as well?" She looked to the other Gentleman then and gave a nod of her head adding "No I have not the pleasure. Lord Lowther." She offered him a small curtsey. She would leave further introductions to Lord Chichester. Her eyes looked to that Gentleman drawing in all about him that might be different since last she had seen him. Had he grown thinner perhaps ..... Naturally this was all stored behind her Public Mask and one that would be mulled over in the privacy of her curtained bed.
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    EASTER 1678 | Good Friday Service (8th all day)

    Frances Cavendish Arrives Ahead of The Family It had not been her idea. This arriving early but she had allowed herself to be persuaded to it and so here they were. A small cluster of fashionable young ladies of Noble Familes dressed in Spring colors knowing that the picture they made was excellent. Whispering amongst themselves they gathered and sought out familiar faces exchanging that kind of Social small talk they were all so profieicent at. For her part Frances was as she usually was yet if any had really LOOKED they would have noticed she had lost some of her sparkle as well as being thinner with collar bones more prominent that just a few weeks ago. All knew she was soon to be Dorset's Bride and a double Countess to boot so envy was mixed with various degress of dislike. She was indifferent to any of it. Resigned at last to what had been arranged she was not yet fully cured of the feelings and emotions of the man who lodged in her heart still. George Hardwick She no longer went to the Picture Gallery. She no longer dreamed of him. Yet today would suruly be a Test for HE would of a certanity be present. Frances would be as always - well brought up faultless in both manner and dress. Docile and quiet. Even her attire spoke of her nature. Today was Good Friday and she had choosen to wear a changable blue-green tafetta with cream lace in triple rows at each elbow with a pale yellow thin satin rosette in each center where glass beads in blue and green with pearls made a acharming display. They matched her jewelry at neck and ears. An unadorned bodice and closed skirt with her black court heels. She carried her small leather and gilt bound Prayer Book along with a handkerchief that bore the initials of gh that was hidden away from prying eyes. At last entering thay paused to acclimate and she simply walked along eyes downcast not realizing that she had stopped thinking that they all had. Looking up she found herself at a pew that held the very object of her thoughts. Her brown eyes widened but she had no place to turn away as the aisle was crowded .....
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    Random Thread of Randomness

    copied from a feed on my Facebook page! Done by some members of the SCA
  12. She accepted his coins with a firm nod yet smiling at his touch. How could she not? There was no resistance from her to his kiss. He was welcom'd with her own in return - her low moans accompaning. But he pulled away yet she replied in that soft inticing whispered voice saying "I should like to be 'carried off' and .... ' She shook her head then gave another half smile and at his bow she executed her own dipping her knee neatly. She stepped in front of him and quielty walked towards the doors. She stopped and the coins were deposited into the box for the Poor the sound echoing a bit. Grace closed her eyes and sent up a silent Prayer uncaring if her lover saw or not then without a backards glance took her departure. (ooc >fin)
  13. "Then I shall do as you say and seek out those of the Household that I am 'friendly' with and gather what I can." She turned round to face him with a smile as she adjusted herself better into her bodice her gaze then wandering the immediate area which had remained she thinks as it was from the start. "Well I think we have been unobserved yet I think something should be done." She held out her palm in a serious manner but the amusement in her eyes was clear. "For the Poor Box - tis only fitting Lord Chatham since we were 'Blessed' with no intrusions." "Just a few pennies or more either way God will be pleased."
  14. "Would I could but ..." She gave a small shrug. "I must go." She was first to break the hold moving apart from him despite her wanting to linger. Pushing at her skirts she presented her back to him saying over her shoulder "You must lace me up. Your skills for that no doubt equal those for untying Lord Chatham." Arms raised to bundle her hair up to some sense of order glad for the few pins that still remained. "I will come to your residence. But only once I have gained if the ribbon has even been missed - but it is such a thing that I can not think would not be missed so I shall assume it is." "I hope you have no difficulties in seeing it returned. Perhaps it might be best for me to return it to Lady Mountjoy after all. I shall make myself an 'honest servant' and gain some reward ..." She gave a small chuckle at that thought.
  15. She heard his words but somehow they seemd far off as she lay aganist his chest her heart still racing and her breathing audible. Enclosed in his arms she followed his sigh with one of her own. "I am pleased that You are pleased. Tis not that I have grown bold. My body seems to act of its own measure so what else can I do but follow?" "I think you must cast a spell My Lord that makes me so and yet, well, I find it hard to object." She grew quite then content to lie still enjoying the moment for soon they must part and she did not know when he might call for her again.
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