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Post by ://Ðøçtøя §kÿ on Dec 3, 2007 22:11:01 GMT -5
The library was silent apart from the few older people who moved about the shelves, putting books away and getting them out so only Leah was left, reading on one of the may sofas and just thinking deeply about her english essay that she was working on. With a gentle sigh, Leah lent back against the soft cusions and pulled out her essay from her backpack and a pen as she started to think. |
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Post by Rose Brennan on Dec 5, 2007 15:17:57 GMT -5
Fleur moved as quietly as a ghost through the old books. Her delicate fingers traced the old covers as she tried to find what she was looking for. Her soft blonde, almost white, hair fell feely around her delicate shoulders as her strtling blue eyes scanned the spines. She found a good french novel and pulled it up. She spotted Leah and went to sit next to her "Bonjour Leah" she said softly, tucking her hair behind and ear "Tell me, what is it you are working on?"
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Post by ://Ðøçtøя §kÿ on Dec 6, 2007 18:13:29 GMT -5
Leah looked up and gave Fleur and warm smile, showing her the four page essay. 'Hello Fleur, I'm just finishing an english assignment, past the minimum pages but still going fine,' she said brightly, giving her a grin before looking down at her work once again.
'What are you here for?' she asked softly, looking up again, a smile still on her face. |
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Post by Rose Brennan on Dec 7, 2007 14:02:21 GMT -5
Fleur smiled as she opened the book, picking one particular poem and tracing the words with a long baby-pink fingernail "French Poetry" she said finally smiling once more at Leah, "Listen,
Del deport du viel antif
De deus biax enfans petis
Nicholete et aucassins
Des grans paines quil soufri
Et des proueves qu'il fist
Por s'amie o le cler vis
Dox est li cans biax li dis
Et cortois et bien asis
Nus hom n'est si esbahis
Tant dolans ni entrepris
De grant mal amaladis
Se il l'oit ne soit garis
Et de joie resbaudis
T ant par est douce"
She glanced up from her reading and she stopped speaking in soft french, "That means
Who would like to hear a song,
of a tale of ancient times,
of two little children, fair,
Nicolette and Aucassin,
of the great pains they endured,
of the deeds that he achieved,
for his love and her bright face,
gentle the song, sweet to speak
well founded, and of courtesy.
There is no one so dismayed,
so sad, or in such evil state,
ill with illnesses so deep,
who’ll not be healed if they hear,
and be renewed again by joy,
it is so sweet." [/center] She sighed, " It's the start of a poem named Acuassin and Nicolette, it's one of my favourites"[/size]
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Post by ://Ðøçtøя §kÿ on Dec 9, 2007 20:19:01 GMT -5
Leah listened in silence, smiling at Fleur as she noded thoughtfully. 'It's nice,' she quietly, smiling warmly at fleur before she got an idea and started to scribble down notes into another pad on the table beside her before quickly thinking and writing a few lines. 'Thanks Fleur,' she said brightly, bunching up the papers and bundling them together with a warm smile. |
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Post by Rose Brennan on Dec 10, 2007 12:40:29 GMT -5
"For what?" Fleur asked, confused as she watched her write; then she realised "Ah, your writing, yet you show it to no one non?" she knew quite a lot about Leah and was eager to be one of the first to read some of her writing, "If you ever want to show anyone, give me a call, I would be happy to read it"
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