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Caroline Despanay

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  1. Caroline Despanay

    Unlikely Duelists, late afternoon, 13th

    The stranger rose to greet her sudden entrance with a nod and a smile, she noticed he leaned on that cane of his. He seemed almost surprised to see her here but she felt the same about him. He was quite friendly though and even at least pretended to be amused by her quip about whatever the devil George was holding.However even Caroline knew it was not of course an eating utensil. George on the other hand seemed delighted with her arrival, he had invited her here for their first dinner together at his residence after all. First of many she hoped.As to her joking assertion of the thing in his hand being used for eating, he did his best to explain what it actually was. However even after he told her, Caroline still had no idea what he was talking about. Her education, such as it was, had never included much if anything about science. A boring subject anyway in her opinion. But she was not about to admit such to the learned gentlemen. "Oh, how exciting then," she tried to get that out without sounding sarcastic, she hoped. George then introduced his other guest, seems they liked to play chess together. So a friend or at least companion, nothing of a business nature. Well, she would not begrudge her soon to be husband such pleasures, in fact she approved. "Lord Athenry, a pleasure to meet you but I do believe we have indeed already seen each other. Sadly I cannot recall the details but I never forget a handsome visage," she tossed him a sincere smile, "I hope you can forgive me." That same smile was turned toward George after he affirmed their soon to be union. "I am of the same mind, George, the sooner the better," Caroline decided to use his Christian name since he had used Cadell in the conversation, it seemed this would be a relaxed evening not bound to applying all the proper dignified titles. "So then...is your game over already? Should I even inquire who won or would that embarrass the unfortunate loser?" Personally she could care less either way but sometimes men took these sorts of things far too seriously. She recalled how angry her father would get when her mother would beat him at Jeu royal de la Guerre, a French card game.
  2. Caroline Despanay

    Unlikely Duelists, late afternoon, 13th

    Caroline was not one to normally get nervous, she was one of those people who could enter any room with any crowd and act like she owned it. But this was going to be the first dinner at her husband to be's residence and a lavish place it was too. As her carriage pulled up by the front door, she alighted then paused to look it over a moment. Yes, she liked it! Far better than the Glandon manor house and also superior to her own London residence, granted she had not chosen nor bought the latter but it had been owned by her first husband, now happily deceased. Caroline had taken this first visit quite seriously and had spent the entire afternoon having her hair done up and just perfect, something her maid was actually more than merely competent at. Her gown was frilly and a robin's egg blue or so the shoppe owner had called it - she herself had never actually seen such an egg close up. The only time she had climbed a tree in her life it had been to rescue that damnable monkey of Sophia, her good if a bit addled friend. Well, at least addled in her choice of pets. Speaking of which she suddenly wondered if George might consent to let her buy one of those impressive looking Irish wolfhounds. The pair she had encountered in the park the other day and even petted had obviously left an impression on the young woman. Once they were married, she would ask then, George seemed the sort to easily agree to such a request. As for jewelry, she wore the pendant that was once her beloved mothers and she had even purchased new shoes of the French fashion, blue velvet latchet-tie shoes with narrow squared toes. Right now her feet hurt but she'd get used to it, new pair and all. It was obvious alright she was expected as she did not even need to use the door knocker before the door flung open and a servant both welcomed and invited her within. Leading her into the very plush interior it must be said, he informed her he would let his master know of her arrival. Caroline scoffed at such formalities, this wasn't some state visit of ambassador to royal court, she was here to dine with the man who would soon enough be her husband. "Nonsense, my good man, I can well represent myself thank you," she flashed him a saucy grin then barged right past. Just before entering the room, Caroline heard voices. One recognizable, the other not - both male. So he had company already or was he talking with another servant, perhaps the cook about the dinner? No matter, too late now as she sashayed into the room like the place was hers. "Ahhh, my lord! I hope I am not too early?" she announced, smiling at her husband to be but sparing the other fellow a glance then too. She recognized the face....the name was coming with more difficulty. Caldwell? No... The fellow was quite handsome though, in her opinion. He had at least that going for him if not a memorable name. Oh well she would let George fill her in on that exact detail. But she simply could not help herself at seeing the instrument in George's hand. "Interesting dining utensil, my dear," she smirked.
  3. Caroline Despanay

    Away & Here Notices

    Hope it's working out well for you!
  4. Caroline Despanay

    Fleeting Focus, morning, 14th April

    He listened to her, seemed to ponder a reply, in fact started one, "My lady." But then stopped and instead made a gesture for her to go with him off the beaten path as of course, they were not the only people out here in the park on this day. He wanted privacy and she was fine with that. Though she barely knew him, she trusted him that there was no way he would try something .....untoward. Besides, she could scream and even more so she could fight back. She was quite fierce if she needed to be. And finally her Irish bodyguard was out here, observing her at a distance. So she followed him without hesitation. "Yes?" her eyes went up to his for she was a short thing. He then admitted he had been able to say a farewell to the man though he had not realized it would be so. That indeed, their parting might even be a final one. She knew the feeling. Then he added something that could be interpreted many ways. Cole battling demons, a gift or a curse. It was plain though that the man included himself now in those 'left in the lurch'. Caroline nodded, "I am sure I am not the only one. I knew you to be friends. And ....while I saw no evidence of such personally, there were rumors before and after he left he was addicted not to the bottle but to that which was much stronger, with the power to lose control of one's own life even. I cannot cast aspersion upon him for that though - if true - because I myself drink too much, too often. I cannot go a day without some sort of strong drink." It was a startling admission that last part, and even Caroline realized it might be the first time she had made it aloud even if she often thought it.
  5. Caroline Despanay

    Fleeting Focus, morning, 14th April

    "Bandying words is indeed much safer, of that I am quite certain," Caroline smiled. A lover not a fighter, nothing wrong with that. Her father would probably label the fellow a 'coward' but then he always had such a black and white view of everything, all according to a soldier's slant. Then she asked him a simple though very direct question about a man they both knew quite well. His demeanor changed, it was obvious this was not something he had expected in their so far witty banter of a conversation. But she had no regrets, she seldom ever did. His answer was short, tense, he had not heard anything from Cole, not since the composer's opera, very well received Caroline never failed to point out with a bit of pride even if her role in it was but minor. It remained the highlight of her cellist life. Maybe it always would remain that way too. He now asked why she wished to know. A fair enough question. "Oh, it is the same with me. You see Lucas," she deliberately used just his Christian name however over familiar some might think, the world could think what it liked for all Caroline cared, "left London soon after the debut. We did not get a chance to say goodbye or I even find out just where it was he was traveling to. I have since heard rumors it was to the continent but God only knows." "I do not know how much you know about me, odds are if follow the London gossip, most of it is rather...........saucy but Lucas and I had the relationship of musical mentor and eager disciple, nothing more than that. He secured for me a seat in his symphony for the opera. I remain ever grateful to him for that. It was one of my dear hopes that mayhaps I would be able to play for him more in the future. And then - it is as if he vanished off the face of the earth. Or at least London." She ended with a sigh of honest regret.
  6. Caroline Despanay

    The Night Before Christmas

    Bravo! That was well done!
  7. Caroline Despanay

    Away & Here Notices

    Oh good luck with that! A couple of friends of mine have had cataracts dealt with thru surgery and they were so happy how much improved their vision was.
  8. Caroline Despanay

    Fleeting Focus, morning, 14th April

    "Andraemon? I assume that is the name of the horse," Caroline slowly nodded, "It's a fine name for such a noble beast." "An oath not to speak or write any poetry today? Sounds like an excuse to me," she followed that up with a 'tsk tsk'. At least he apologized so in this cheeky little verbal tilt, Caroline reasoned she had triumphed, "Apology accepted." It did also amuse her to have the man call her a marksman. Granted she had been taught by her father to use one but still. She never said she could hit much with one but then she supposed he didn't need to know that. "I happen to have an Irishman in my service, outwardly as a household servant but actually as a bodyguard. He is quite the soldier, well at least he was when he tramped about the continent as a mercenary. Or so he tells me. My father also has told me the Irish make excellent soldiers. Well, apparently not all of them," she smiled. "Enough teasing though......might I ask you a question?" the young lady did not wait for his reply but continued, "Have you seen or even heard from Lucas Cole?"
  9. Caroline Despanay

    Hope Birthday Poll

    Judging by the poll results so far, LOOK OUT Darlene!
  10. Caroline Despanay

    Fleeting Focus, morning, 14th April

    The rider seemingly was startled too that there had been this near collision, she could tell by his look as he peered down to see what or who the impediment to his equestrian prowess was. Caroline had recognized him and she could also tell by the look in his eyes, he recognized her too. Well, she would hope so! Caroline prided herself as never having been the sort of person who blended into the background. She almost reached down to pick up her book but then thought to see if he would make gentlemanly amends for his animal's knocking it from her grasp. He dismounted then, addressing her as he did so. "Oxford Blues! I barely can stay on a saddle if the horse gallops, I would make a poor cavalry trooper, assuming they did let women join," she replied with a smirk, watching him then retrieve her book and hold it out to her along with a bow. "Though my father, a soldier, did teach me to shoot a pistol," she informed him. It was the truth too, she had only been thirteen when he had showed her how to both shoot and load a horse pistol. It had been dreadfully heavy and she decided not to include the detail that she had not hit a damn thing with it. "Thank you," she accepted it but then added, "Brusque indeed. Since I am positive I shall NOT get an apology from your horse, I stand here now hopeful I might hear one from you, the rider." "You could do it in a poem if you would feel more fluent about it?" she smiled, letting the man know she knew what he was.
  11. Caroline Despanay

    Fleeting Focus, morning, 14th April

    Well, it was always expected (and indeed hoped) that when an approaching rider trotted toward one on the path, that both pedestrian and horse would sidestep each other without incident. Just because that was the norm though did not guarantee that such was always the case. For Caroline the odds apparently caught up with her, one of the many pedestrians out for a pleasant spring stroll. Now, in truth, the young lady was not really all that attentive to walking and reading the small journal in one hand, the eyes can only do so much. Just like that she looked up at the last possible second and tried to jump aside even as a horse also moved to avoid her, problem is they both picked the same direction. Now fortunately the creature was not in an all out gallop or the the petite young woman would have hurled onto the ground and indeed would have been most fortunate to escape injury. As it was though, the animal sideswiped her and sent the journal flying onto the grass off the path. Caroline stumbled backward with a most unladylike curse (in French) and was fortunately agile enough to not end up sitting on her derriere. "Could you not wait for the upcoming war to launch your charge, sir!" she snapped, blue eyes glaring up at the rider. Wait! She recognized that man! The poet ....at least she was quite certain that was what he was, also an acquaintance...well more than that if she recalled the rumors correctly..of Lucas Cole, her musical mentor when she first arrived in London.
  12. Caroline Despanay

    Hope Birthday Poll

    Whoever that so called lady is daring enough to try and break up Caroline's betrothal with George had better come to the fight with more than a fan because Caroline plays for keeps. Ask her first husband, oh wait, nevermind, he's dead. Also she would never use a part of her beloved cello as a weapon not when there are so many more effective weapons available.
  13. Caroline Despanay

    Thanksgiving Poll

    Here, here, Blackguard, I really do miss some of our departed writers! I do include them in some of Caroline's thoughts and yes always good to have returnees. As for Nicci, I bet a certain royal personage would be quite happy to buy her a horse!
  14. Caroline Despanay

    To the Tower with Her?

    Oh good luck with that, my dear.
  15. Caroline Despanay

    To the Tower with Her?

    Langdon, that puffed up bully! 😋
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