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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 29, 2011 14:25:15 GMT -8
She gave a small nod. "Oui, I suppose, but," she began, pausing for a moment. "I like to think the best of people. True, it is dangerous to do so, but I will confess to wanting to think there is more good in this world then darkness."
((Oh, she's going to be in for a surprise when she sees how life really is in Felidae))
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 29, 2011 19:37:55 GMT -8
Munkustrap shook his head, "Good luck keeping that innocence in a town like this."
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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 29, 2011 19:46:28 GMT -8
She nodded. "I may be jousting at windmills but it does not hurt to think that things are never as dark as they seem." She paused a moment as she thought about something. "One should fight for the good of all, or else, they fight for no-one."
((veiled reference to Don Quixote))
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 29, 2011 19:52:51 GMT -8
"Even Signor Quixote reached reality eventually. I wish you luck holding on to those windmills as giants."
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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 29, 2011 19:59:19 GMT -8
"Oui, but it was towards the end, if my memory serves me," she murmured, surprised a little that the gentletom knew of which she referenced. Well, at least he had yet to notice or comment, for that matter, on the fact that she referenced a book that was out of financial level.
She allowed a small smile to cross her lips. "Perhaps I will outgrow my jousting.. but for now..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 29, 2011 20:04:27 GMT -8
"For now the inn shall be a castle," He smiled.
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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 29, 2011 20:08:04 GMT -8
She smiled. "And the worn nag a grand steed worthy of a knight," she said with a sunny smile. "Although, I would not be surprised to learn that the Démoniaque truly *was* a castle."
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 29, 2011 20:28:07 GMT -8
Munkustrap grinned at that as they approached the hotel, "It's one of the closest things we have to one in Felidae."
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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 30, 2011 4:02:54 GMT -8
((you know it's a sign you've listened to Broadway showtunes so much when you start mentally singing snippits of songs because something triggers it. In this case, the word castle has me singing Lily's Eyes = "In Lily's eyes, a castle this house seemed to be. And I, her bravest knight became, my lady fair was she" - www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxmZVXs51CI )) "If I did not know it was your brother who owned it, I would have thought that, judging by the outside alone, that Arthur Pendragon and his legendary knights dwelt within," she murmured, truly marvelling at the size of the hotel. |
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 30, 2011 8:53:26 GMT -8
((I have to confess that's one of the ones I haven't heard before. But, oh I make sure to memorize showtunes cause they get stuck in my head so quickly. Especially any of Frank Wildhorn's....))
Munkus smiled slightly at that, "Well, excepting the fact that we're in the States and not England, and as far as I know this isn't England's darkest hour I might be inclined to agree with you. Though Felidae is hardly Camelot."
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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 30, 2011 9:07:00 GMT -8
"True," she consented, "although, you could say Felidae is what Camelot was like when Mordred ascended the throne while Arthur was chasing after Lancelot du Lac." She absently rubbed the back of her neck. Perhaps it wasn't too strange for a maid to have heard of the "Idylls of the King". At least, that's what she hoped. Too late to catch her mistake now...
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 30, 2011 9:14:23 GMT -8
"That certainly is possible," Munkustrap conceded. He'd spent ages trying to get through Mallory and finally having accomplished it the volumes sat gathering dust in the box he had packed with him from Elm Street. "It is quite the set of myths."
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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 30, 2011 9:25:28 GMT -8
"Tennyson did a lovely rendition of Arthurian mythos," she murmured. "I enjoyed his telling of the story of Lancelot and Elaine, even if it was heartbreaking to read." She tucked a stray lock of hair back into her bun and gave a small smile up at him.
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Post by Meadowlark on Sept 30, 2011 9:35:06 GMT -8
"I don't believe I've actually read that rendition. I may have to look into it. Do you spend much of your spare time reading then?"
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Post by littlesongbird on Sept 30, 2011 9:46:42 GMT -8
"Oui, I do," she said. "I enjoy losing myself in what I read. Although, I fear I am a bit fussy. I am not a large fan of Stevenson and I find that Dickens is far too depressing. And Austen is far too," she made a tiny disdainful sniff, "fluffy for my liking. I can not fathom how Emma is popular work." She blushed slightly. "Forgive me," she apologized.
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