Post by Lady Shaden Aramoire on Dec 18, 2008 20:04:29 GMT -6
Mary: So given the time to wander she did so right into a small bookstore that resided next to the tannery where leather goods were sold.. after perusing the shelves for a while she made a purchase.. a favorite tome of poems.. which was wrapped carefully in brown paper and twine.. a soft smile given to the shopkeeper who knew her well a bookworm courtesan was not easy to overlook.. and was quite refreshing.. Stepping outside into the afternoon light once more.. she paused looking across the street at the store where violins and musical things were sold.. a brash gust of wind whirled about.. tossing the winter bonnet from her head.. why had she not properly tied it.. ? she grumbled as she begin to chase the tumbling hat down the street.. each time she got near.. it seemed to have a playful life of it's own dancing just out of her reach
Zackiriah Gantry: ::As he neared the shop of leather goods, he would hear a bit of a scuffling abouts as he turned to see some feminine looking hat approaching him. Reaching up to scratch his noggin, he would then lean over to pick it up. Looking it over, tilting his head from side to side, he would then look up to see if anyone was looking for such a fancy item. He would then see a lady approaching him, curious if it could be her hat perhaps. He would stand there, waiting for her to speak up once she grew close enough.::
Mary: "Ohhh thank you thank you " she smiled as he scooped up her hat.. a most plain looking creature until she smiled.. then suddenly she was enchanting.. dark eyes and hair framed a winsome face.. " I'm afraid my hat has a mind of it's own.. and wishes to dance with the wind " she dipped respectfully in a curtsy... as she came to a halt before her.. " Without your help I think I may have chased it all the way to Stream " a teasing uplift of a dark brow before she lifted to survey him.... the paper wrapped book clutched in her hands against her middle.. was she a school marm.. or such who knew?
Zackiriah Gantry: ::He would chuckle softly as she took her hat from his grasp. Then nodding his head to her words softly spoken, he would bite his bottom lip, then gave a tilt of his head.:: Well, one would only hope that the men in your life are not like your hat. Though I suppose some women like their men running from them. ::Then it struck him... she was no wench by far means. She was too well dressed and well mannered to be such. Snapping out of that daze, he would straighten himself up a bit.:: Forgive my manners Umm...::And how could he not look her over, a beautiful delicate flower. A bit of a surprise something so delicate, brave enough to come up to gather a simple hat from something so rugged.::
Mary: "Because you are the savior of my hat... I will forgive you " she nodded softly a slight chuckle burbling somewhere in her words.. it was there but seemed to hide in her words.. the amusement of his observation of women liking men who ran.. away.. " The one who plays hard to get is often the most sought after.. or so I've been told " the hat taken from him was now corralled with the book in her hands.. the slight sway of soft amber colored woolen skirts back and forth as the wind buffeted her " You have my sincere thanks.. Sir ?" her head titled to the side with her question, dark doe like eyes coming to pause at his face.. rugged yes.. but not so different from the lot she had grown up with the youngest of 9.. all boys save her.. she was not a cowardly girl..couldn't be to live in that household..
Zackiriah Gantry: Sadly, I wouldn’t know. All the women I have ever known, well, lets just say...they played easy to get and so vanished from my life. ::A light shrug was given in that.:: Either way, you are quite welcome lass...umm...I mean...M’Lady. ::How the beast within him just wanted to pull her over to a dark alley and ravish her, but he was not like the other pirates he had encountered. He was one with manners, but only to a certain extent. Funny how he was born a prince, but raised a pirate.:: So, I take it that you live around here, no? I mean...how else could one be of such beauty and live on the seas? :: Sure he ran into many beauties on the sea, but no way were they dressed like this innocent doe. Oh no...they were dressed like the wolf without sheep's clothing, ready to pounce anything they came near. Where she had a book, the others would have a dagger. He just knew itw as only a matter of time before the village guards would circle him if he continued talking to someone who looked of great importance.::
Mary: So he did not give his name.. suspicious an arched brow went his way " Mary.. my name is Mary.. no M’Lady before it.. " she turned looking down the street where some of her companions flitted from shop to shop... " I reside at the Gilded Lily on High street.. I have recently been employed there " she spoke in a soft tone that held a musical quality to it.. " And you.. are you from one of the ships?" she turned looking down the streets toward the quay where several tall masted ships were docked, and others anchored in the bay bobbed with the outgoing tide.. Again she paused as if memorizing the scene.. for in truth that was exactly what she was doing.. you see Mary was not only a bookworm.. she fancied writing as well.. it was her passion..
Zackiriah Gantry: Oh...names...forgive my manners...Miss Mary. ::bowing his head in respect:: I am Ca..umm..Zackiriah. I am only a traveling sailor upon one of those vessels you see.::Like he would tell her that he was a captain of pirates. Most likely she would run and tell the authorities, for he was a wanted man in many lands. Especially after traveling along with the famous Siohban.:: So you work a tavern? I would have never..::then remembering her saying...High Street. Perhaps it was not your average run down bar of dead beats. Oh no, this sounded so more high class. Then there went those eyes of his again, unknowingly as they ran up and down that petite frame of hers once more. It had been well over a month since he had last seen the likings of a female. No wonder his crew grew so giddy when docking near villages.::
Mary: "ohh no.. the Lily is a Courtesan House.. not a tavern.." she gently corrected.. " it is Owned by the Lady Aramoire.. who is a famous French Courtesan.. " the light in her eyes showed a respect and almost heroic envy of the Madame Aramoire... before her hand was outstretched toward him in salutation.. late but.. at least she remembered her manners " Pleased to make your aquantience Zachariah " it was gloved but delicately laid in his own..a soft blush decorating her cheeks as he surveyed her from head to toe and back again.. " Perhaps the evening may find you seeking entertainment there soon?"
Zackiriah Gantry: ::He was a bit shock of the job she held. He would have never imagined for the only courtesans he had ever known were pretty much wenches, but with a fancy name. But how was this possible? She seemed to pure, too innocent for such a title. Then there was her gloved hand. Taking her hand gently in his own, he would bow foreword, kissing the top of it softly:: It is my pleasure, Miss Mary. ::Then gently lifting back up while still holding her hand, unaware of it, he would continue speaking.:: Entertainment you say? Like what? ::His eyes focusing upon her own now, even upon her lips.::
Mary: The shock in his eyes was easy to read, like an open book " I have shocked you " she chuckled a tinkling melody of femininity loosed upon the air between them , his lips dusting over her knuckles.. " The Lily is no ordinary House of Ill repute as you must be thinking.. in fact the girls that live there are hand picked and educated.. to be masterful courtesans worthy of Venice and Rome.. " she turned her eyes looking toward the shop once more that held the musical items.. " Walk with me ?" she tilted her head and nodded toward the shop.. " Each Lily.. as we are called has some talent.. mine is musical.. I play several different instruments.. Ursula sings beautifully... Jayne is a dancer " she spoke as they crossed the street.. " It's almost like finishing school.. but there are contracts and clients and patrons to entertain as well.” . yes there was always the carnal side.. no matter how fancy you dressed it up.. but sometimes the difference was in the packaging
Zackiriah Gantry: I would ...::Glancing back to the pub where his men lie, praying that they were not watching this. Their captain walking into a fu fu store with a frilly lass. He would hold his arm out to her to take.:: So you play instruments? ::Then that evil mind of his running. A dancer..that could be nice. A singer...ehhh...put him to sleep. Then the thought of her silk lips around a hand object...bad Zack, very bad.:: So, is this job you currently hold...is it permanent? ::He would turn to look into her eyes, a bit curious.:
Mary: " Permanent.. I do not know.. it was only recently one of the Girls who worked there received a Sole Patronage from a client and then within months he proposed to her and married her making her his Lady... a member of the Court and all.. but I imagine.. that those are things few and far between.. and not for the likes of me " she stepped onto the boarded walk and toward the shop.. the bell tinkling announcing their entry.. it was a look on her face that said rapture as her eyes beheld all the carved lutes and violins lined up against the wall.. hands trailed lovingly over the smooth wooden surfaces taking in the feel of the richness.. it had to make a man wonder if that same light would accompany the blush of passion when he satisfied her... would that look of rapture be enhanced and magnified in passion... there were moments when some mistook Mary for a plain ugly duckling.. her common brown coloring usually paled in comparison with the more opulent of the Lily's Courtesans.. and her more reserved nature did not recommend her to the loud and vivacious lifestyle of the Courtesans.. and yet.. she was one.. the wallflower so to speak.. but it was a rare man who actually looked beyond that outward trapping to see.. that obvious beauty was not the only kind of beauty there was a soft.. hidden beauty that could be just as prized.. the undiscovered secret.
Zackiriah Gantry: ::He would give a sigh of relief that the women could possibly be taken from their jobs. After all, he was in search of a partner all his life, but perhaps that would come as an insult to her, so he wouldn’t mention a word of it. Who knew, if she got to know him, then maybe later down the road he could make an offer, not only to her, but the one who employed her. Sure he didn’t know her yet, but there was something about her that enticed him. The mystery behind it all that was beginning to drive him insane.:: So, I suppose I would have to get all dressed up in order to come to your establishment, in order to ...require entertainment with you? ::Hoping his words didn’t come out the wrong way.::
Mary: " I do not think there is an enforced dress code.. but.. I suppose putting ones best foot forward is not.. a bad idea " she stopped before a beautiful violin and gazed at it longingly.. fingers pulled from gloves .. as the tips stoked the perfectly arched neck of the instrument down to it's belly.. her lips pulling into a smile that should be reserved for a lover.. so tender.. so adoring.. she pulled it from the wall and lifted it's bow.. placing it under her chin.. soon soft melodic streams of music permeated the air.. so pristine and lovely.. that the other customers and even the shopkeeper stood in awe.. dark lashes fluttered closed.. swaying to the music as the bow drew back and forth with gentle draws on the strings coaxing a haunting sadly sweet melody from it's body.... when she was done .. lashes opened slowly as if savoring the moment.. a look of satisfaction on her face that almost glowed.. before the violin was replaced upon the shelf.. one last loving stroke before she turned back to him... " I am saving up for it... " a matter of fact statement " I come to visit her.. each week until I can afford to take her home " she blushed feeling a bit silly ..at her confession... awkwardness overcoming her .. she picked up the book and hat once more.. nodding to the shopkeeper... in greeting.. before turning back to Zach with question in her eyes " So you will be traveling to High Street this eve?"
Zackiriah Gantry: ::He would lean near the counter where the merchant was, just listening in awe. She no doubt had magic in those delicate fingers of hers. So damn magical, it almost brought a tear to his eye. He would bite his bottom lip, after enquiring the price of the wooden instrument. Softly:: That much? ::Then turning back as she finished, sneakingly sliding his hand into his pocket to place that coin purse of his with its remaining coins.:: Shall that be enough? ::the merchant looking it over, then nodding to him. His eyes never parting from her,
Zackiriah Gantry: he would smile warmly:: Well of course. So...is there any chance of you coming aboard my ship for a bit to play a few tunes for me with your new instrument? ::Giving her a warm smile, curious if it would sink in that he had just purchased that violin she so desired.::
Mary: Her eyes widened soflty... "Ohh Sir you shouldn't have honestly.. I would have purchased it on my own.. it's too much.. far too much " she was flustered now.. flattered but she couldn’t' accept such a lavish gift from a stranger... "Please... I appreciate it.. but.. I cannot possibly allow you to buy it for me.. that was not my intent.. " her cheeks flamed as she realized he might think her one of those girls who set out to gain baubles and favors from men.. when in truth , coming to see the cherished violin had been the center of her day.. before she had even met him " I did not intend such honestly Sir " she seemed almost panicked he would think badly of her..
Zackiriah Gantry: Please...it would hurt me if you did not. I never get to do anything kindly for such a beautiful and kind young lady. I assure you...you have to do nothing of the sorts for it. Just play for me. That is all I ask.::Now was his turn to blush. Besides...I shall not take no for an answer. ::chuckles:: If you don’t take it, I am sure someone else will for no reason. I would hate to see that which was made just for you in the hands of another. ::A wink given to her with that warm smile.:: It was made for your hands and we all know it. ::He would walk over to gently take the violin, then turning to offer it to her.:: Please?
Mary: Dark doe eyes lifted to his face, so sincere in his gesture.. her posture told the story.. " No one has ever given me something so fine..." there was a tenderness as a tear slipped from her eye, to trail down her cheeks as he placed it in her hands.. she nodded softly.. the idea of him giving it to someone else made her heart ache.. as if a loved one were dying.. " Thank you " the look she gave him was of pure.. gratitude.. " I would be happy to play for you on your ship..." he had given her, her hearts desire.. and she would return the kindness.. The shopkeeper moved to them handing her the case for the cherished instrument.. carefully she packed it away.. conscious of his gaze upon her as she did so... a moment of trepidation had her heart fluttering.. she was breaking a rule.. the one that said never entertain a man in surroundings you do not control... it's dangerous.. but she was willing to risk it just this once...
Zackiriah Gantry: ::He would offer his hand to her with a warm and sincere smile.:: Then...shall we? I have plenty of food and drink as well, if you desire of such. I do not request anything in return, I assure you. ::Giving a nod of thanks to the merchant as he handed over the case. Then turning his full attention back to the female, who's company he was quite enjoying. Sure there may have been much more beautiful women walking about, but this was the one that had his full attention. She had something within that made her even more beautiful then those about.::
Mary: She nodded her head softly gathering violin, book and hat within her hands.. shifting them awkwardly to take his arm as well.. stopping and tying the bonnet back onto her head a moment.. to relived some of the chaos of toting the items and taking his arm.. now properly attached to him at the elbow she waved goodbye to the merchant who held a sad look in his eyes.. she had been coming every Thursday for weeks now.. to play a song then leave.. would she ever return now that the object of her desire had been given her.. the shopkeeper sighed and turned back to his business watching the pair leave... She however would follow him to the Docks.. and the small rowboat that awaited his return.. a hand shading her eyes to look upon the bay " Which one is your ship.. they are so beautiful.. like.. swans.. "
Zackiriah Gantry: That one out there, sitting alone. ::Pointing to where a massive, but simple ship lie, floating in the waters. ::Helping her gently into the row boat, he would sit down next to her. Untying the ropes, he would then begin to row them out towards the ship. Those massive arms moving against the small tides, soon having them next to the ship. Calling up to his men, they would slide a rope ladder down to them.:: Well, after you..Miss Mary. ::A warm smile given to her.:: Leave the violin, I shall carry it up myself.
Mary: The violin was handed over to him as was the book.. she had never relished climbing up rope ladders much less in a skirt.. but it was a challenge she would not back down from.. looking up a bit of consternation would flit across her face before hands would wind round the rope.. and she begin to climb.. not exactly gracefully.. as one hand became occupied with trying to keep the fluttering skirts pushed down.. as if some wicked moment of fate had decided to favor him a gust of wind almost blew her from her precarious perch upon the ropes requiring both hands to hang on.. in that moment the amber skirts would lift enticing his gaze upon pale flesh encased in silk stockings.. and garters above which silken skin disappeared beneath a scrap of silk masquerading as underwear.. giving up the fight with the skirts in favor of saving her own life.. she clung to the ropes a moment then scurried upward.. the rest of her travel leaving his view unimpeded.. thank god he was the only one down there.
Zackiriah Gantry: ::Gathering her belongings, he would soon follow up after her. For the first few minutes, he couldn’t help but to stare up above him. Hell, he nearly lost grip himself, lost in that moment of lust. Then snapping out of his daze, he would just grin as he moved up a bit more. Since it was her first time and she was a bit slow, he would be up on her in no time. His hands close to hers, as his body was pressed against her own. Leaning in to whisper into her ear with a grin.:: First time for climbing my dear? Just take your time. You are almost there. I promise...I shall not let you fall. ::A warm smile given as he allowed her to continue her climb, just standing there against her, but allowing her freedom to move.::
Mary: She shivered slightly as he spoke against her ear.. a soft little laugh of self embarrassment "Does it show so badly that I have never climbed aboard a ship " she was relieved to have his body playing barricade between hers and the waters below.. " I've never been out of Turas Lan.. at all " she spoke of the city she dwelled in.. before proceeding with her climb now certain she would not plunge into the icy ocean... once to the top rail some of his sailors helped her over the rail.. lightly setting her down as they looked to the captain with an almost.. surprised gaze .. " Thank you" she spoke to the ones that helped her over turning to see Zack landing beside her with an almost gallant flourish.. show off !
Zackiriah Gantry: ::Soon he would climb over the rail after her, but without the help.:: Ok men, feel free to go on shore and frolic. All yer earnings are down below in the kitchen. Take your share and have fun. We shall be at port for the week, less something comes up. Enjoy. ::Then turning to the lady, he would offer her book and case back to her.:: Shall we? :Holding his arm out to her once more to take as he gave that warm sincere smile once more. No doubt could he ever get that image of looking up underneath her skirt anymore, but why would he want to?::
Mary: She took his arm the book and the case.. and blushed a bit at some of the comments the sailors made.. both about her appearance.. aboard.. and what they would do .. in their frolicking.. almost shyly she nodded following him.. as the sailors bade them evening.. Captain.. a nugget of information he had not parted with on land.. it truly was his ship apparently... she waved warmly to those departing the ship in search of fun and drink.. then looked up at him.. with an engaging soft smile " Lead the way.. Captain " calling him out.. yes she was
Zackiriah Gantry: ::He would blush as he bit his bottom lip. Damn, he couldn't hide that one obviously. Then a light chuckle given as he winked to her. Then opening the cabin door, he would
walk down the stairs slowly with her. Then soon, he would escort her down the hall til they came to his door. Opening the door, he would allow her to enter first. Inside was a large bed with blue silk sheets. A large dresser, a chair for sitting, and a closet off to the side. There was no window though, nor was there in any room. For the storms they had encountered could have led to the ship's weakness if any were busted.:: After you, Miss Mary. Oh..before you start...would you like anything to eat or drink?
Mary: She looked about as he followed her in.. a spare but neat and tidy room.. the case settled on the dresser along with the book she turned to him and smiled.. " If you wish to eat or drink we shall.. " her hands fidgeted a bit and then she inhaled softly " perhaps something to drink.. " she allowed.. liquid courage such a wonderful thing.. " Please.. just Mary will be fine.. " she demurred the formal title before her name.. after all she was in the mans chambers.. how formal would they be.
Zackiriah Gantry: Well, I have wine, ale, water, tea, and coffee. Which would you prefer...Mary? ::That name falling from his lips with a happy tune. :: We can eat later I suppose, still a bit early. ::Leaning against the frame of the door, since the kitchen was just a few steps from his room, how convient, right?::
Mary: "wine" a bit to eagerly perhaps to cover her sudden realization that she had left her group without word and was now on a ship.. with a stranger.. oh sweet Jesus in heaven above.. what was she thinking.. the doubt that assailed her played over her face in a innocent way unaware of how truly readable she was at this moment " wine please.. " she turned as he leaned upon the doorframe charmingly oh why had she not listened to the rules.. ? The case was opened the violin lifted as she begin to tune it gently.. busy hands ... no need to panic
Zackiriah Gantry: Wine it is. Oh...::chuckles softly:: Red or White? ::He would start to pull off the frame of the door, stopping to glance upon her delicate features. have both, and plenty of it. Oh...and bottle or glass? ::Poor dear, so many choices:: Or...would you rather me surprise you? ::chuckles as he stood there in the doorway.::
Mary: She just nodded as she tuned the violin " Surprise me with a bottle.. " she laughed.. his chuckling good-naturedly effectively calming her a bit.. pulling the bow across the strings she smiled.. perfectly in tune.. it was a moment of bliss... before she looked back up to see him disappeared.. turning to the mirror she quickly checked her reflection.. chiding herself internally.. a man who was so lavish in his gift to her would certainly not see harm come to her.. briefly she remembered stories of pirates and men who shanghaied people and made them work upon the ships.. and she visibly shivered.. He was no pirate.. there was no parrot about.. no gold ring in his ear.. and certainly pirates did not have an appreciation of the violin.. at least that was her train of though till he reappeared.
Zackiriah Gantry: ::As he would step out to fetch that bottle of wine, he would head down the hall til he reached the front of the ship. Opening the door, he would step inside as he walked by the kegs of strong drink. Soon he would find the closet of wine as he opened it up. Taking a bottle of aged red wine, he would nod to the label, then closed the closet door.Stepping out, he would close the door behind him. Then heading down the halls, he would stop once he stood at the doorway of his bedroom.:: Gawd you play so well. ::Then walking over to her , he would pull the cork off of the bottle as a bit of mist rose into the air. Offering the bottle to her, he would smile warmly:: Red and aged. Though, probably not as sweet as your lips, but...shall suffice I do hope. ::A wink given to her.::
Mary: "I was only tuning it.. not playing " she smiled and took the bottle.. what she had meant was to bring a glass and she would likely drink the bottle .. but sans a glass she could take a swig.. she guessed.. lifting it to her lips she did just that.. taking a nice long drink.. before settling it on the dresser beside the case.. " Very nice.." she looked about then settled on the edge of the bed.. " What would you like to hear.. something slow... a jig... perhaps.. it's up to you I am at your command " ambers skirts belled out about her as she settled holding the violin in her lap as she awaited his choice of tunes.. " Perhaps something of the sea?"
Zackiriah Gantry: Hmm...something...entrancing..something soothing. :: A warm smile given to her, even a light blush as she sat down upon his bed. Gawd Zack, get a hold of yourself. Think...think...jolly rogers in a skirt. He had to clear his mind of the thoughts of her. Something of the sea if you know of such. ::A light chuckle given to her as he sat down next to her on the bed. He would keep a foot from her, so not to worry her while she played him a beautiful tune.::
Mary: She nodded softly , a look of though passing over her face then a smile as she retrieved the melody she wanted.. pulling the violin to her chin she gave him one sweet smile before she bent her head closing her eyes.. and allowed the magic of the melody to take flight.. slow sweet draws of the bow against the strings produced and almost eerily enchanting tale of the sea.. a man and a woman.. the low and high notes.. found in sweet honest love.. then turmoil..all this conveyed within the note of a song without words.. yet there was no needs.. the sounds of the ocean.. in it's most peaceful times.. then crashing with the storm against the lovers rending them apart.. and reclaiming the man to the sea.. it ended in sorrow a long poignant note drawn out in vibrato... that seared the soul... the hearts broken for eternity... the ending note lingered... till only the sound of their breaths in tandem were heard... entrancing soul stirring.. this sweet tragedy of a song.. played so divinely... dark lashes rested against cheeks as she took a deep breath moved as always by the power of song...
Zackiriah Gantry: ::Falling back upon his bed, closing his eyes, as the music swept through him. Oh how he felt he could relate to that tune. Perhaps it was the story of his life. A soft sigh as it soon finished, feeling his heart sink heavily. A soft sigh, then soon a thought would cross his mind.:: Hmm, can you play something fun...like a delight Irish tune? ::Glancing over at her with a warm smile from where he lay::
Mary: " of course " she grinned and begin.. a quick lyrical ditty that would have most up and doing a lively jig.. if there were any one here but themselves.. it was fun lighthearted song that flew with fanticiful direction being mind fairies and leprechauns and pots of gold.. rainbows and four leaf clovers.. indeed the tunes name was lucky charm.. her foot tapped lightly on the floor as she played.. a urchins grin upon her lips.. twisting to look back at him to see if he was enjoying this one.
Zackiriah Gantry: Oh...he knew that tune all too well. Sitting up straight as he smiled warmly.:: Hmm, now play something fun, Irish style, of a man's love for a woman. ::A wink given to her.::
Mary: She laughed wondering if he realized she was Scottish.. and continued on.. the song one of love and courtship, your could practically hear the laughter in the notes.. love intertwined with happiness and forever.. the Scottish Court ship dance as it was.. a reel in which at most parties and soirée’s half the county would line up to partake in this kind of dance.. but there was no one here to dance only to listen.. when she finished she grinned at him.. standing from his bed to grasp the bottle of wine once more.. and take a drink... " Shall I play another ?" she could play all night.. this lovely instrument he had gifted her with
Zackiriah Gantry: ::He would tilt his head as he knew that tune and it wasn't Irish. Shaking his head, he would just smirk, then started to sing along with the music.::
~ Have you ever seen the sea gulls..ah flyin over heather..or the crimson sails at Goey Bay...the fishermen unfurl. Scotland is filled with beauty...and its gathered all together...in the form and face and dainty grace ...of a pretty Scottish girl. Oh...she is my dear and darlin one...her eyes are sparklin and full of funn...no other, no other...could match the likes of her. Oh...she is my dear my darlin one...my smilin and beguilin one...I love the ground she walks upon....my pretty...Scottish...girlll…. ~ .::Smiling warmly as she stood up.:: Very nice.
Mary: Caught red handed.. he knew the song.. and it wasn't Irish at tall.. a becoming blush favored her cheeks as he begin to sing.. a soft warm timbered voice of low bass notes.. yet lively and full of life and fun she accompanied him in it's entirety and nodded " Touché` Zachariah " she admitted deceit in the choice of songs.. " I fear you have caught me I know naught but Scottish tunes.. as my feet have never left her "
Zackiriah Gantry: I do nae see anything wrong in that my dear. As a matter of fact, I admire a lady who has her feet well planted. It shows that she prefers one place to be settled, rather then wanting the world. ::A soft chuckle given in that, as it reminded him of his past loves.:: I suppose could let your fingers rest a bit. I would hate to overwork them.
Mary: " I assure it is not work to play this lovely instrument " she looked at the violin with the love one showed a child or a lover.. encompassing and joyous blissful love.. he would know he had touched her life in a way he may never comprehend with his gift " I cannot thank you enough.. I would play for you each night.. just for the chance to play her " she smiled softly fingers caressing the warm wood... as she took yet another long sip of wine from the bottle.. perhaps a juxtaposition of things.. a finely boned delicate lady musician drinking from a bottle.. what was next.. pigs with purple wings?
Zackiriah Gantry: ::He would blush a bit, then nodded with a warm smile.:: Mmm...I could only be so lucky to have you in my company each night, playing for me. Oh...it is getting late. Do I need to take you back to your place of employment? I do not want you to be getting in any sorts of trouble. I mean...I could pay your employer if that would help the matters any? Either way, I do wish to spend the rest of the evening with you.