It is a tradition harking back over two hundred years now; a tradition adhered to and continued despite the ongoing outbreaks of Plague, of smallpox, of political upheaval. Time waits for no man, or for the running of the Monarch's Stakes
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After asking, she actually turns to look at him, bringing her fan up for the first time. Her face is hidden, except for her eyes but there is no doubt that there is a smile behind the ivory sticks and painted Chinese cloth.
"You are dangerously close to being overly friendly with a lady known to be dangerous company."
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Of course, now she brings it up to see if it discomforts him.
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Marie strides up, skirts swishing around her legs and showing off calf-high laced boots.
"We sure don't have nothin' this fancy back home, though some a' tha boys can get awful riled up and chase each other around for a bit, shootin' their guns." In her enthusiasm Marie seems to almost dance in place, sun glinting from her braided hair.
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"Your Grace?" She takes a sip of her wine, the fan sliding down, a little, revealing a bit more of her face.
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A curtsey, surprisingly deep.
"Ah'm sorry, m'lady, your Grace. This is just... all of this..." A smile, and a bit of a blush across freckled cheeks.
"It's all pretty amazin'."
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The Marchioness blinks, the fan snapping shut, revealing the whole of her face, though the veil is still partially down around the sides of her face, having been pinned up onto the top of her hat.
"It is a singularly bizarre pleasure to meet you, madame."
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One hand is extended for a handshake, covered up to the elbow in soft leather.
"Marie LeBeau, ma'am."
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At least not without his permission.
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"Ah do apologize, m'lady. My excitement got away from me, and I'm just not used ta dealing with such a place as this. Ah do hope you can forgive me my ... uncouth and wayward manners."
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She smiles, inclining her head toward the other woman.
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