little-bo-flourie:
playerof-willsandodds:
“Not at all!” he looked down at his gear. He supposed it was rude getting everything ready. “I enjoy meeting new people. But I do suppose I should get back.” He would have suggested they get together again, but he wasn’t altogether sure if she enjoyed his company. He wanted to know more about her kids. He found young children fun, but also doubted she’d allow him to meet them seeing as how she sent the other one running upon meeting him. He shrugged lightly and smiled. “It was nice meeting you, Flourie. I promise not to cause any more ruckus than I can help,” he smirked devilishly.
“As do I,” Flourie admitted with a slight smile. It was not often she had time to make friends so she relished the chance. Especially when those potential friends were so…handsome. ” ‘Ave a safe walk!”
She turned slightly away, intending to head back to her cottage and the day’s work. “It was nice to meet you as well - but ah, I did not catch your name? If you are to cause ruckus, I shall need to know ‘oose name I should be shouting.”
Geoffroy watched her go, a glimmer of amusement in his crystal blue eyes. “I am Geoffroy the Strong of Abbott’s Landing.” His grin grew a little wider as he added, “I shall look forward to hearing you call out my name.” He dropped his head a moment in a shy charm then turned to head in his own direction. Geoffroy enjoyed her motherly strict temper and reveled in the chance to tease her every moment he could for it. He cast a stray glance over his shoulder at her before raising his hand up in a wave before continuing onto the castle.
little-bo-flourie:
playerof-willsandodds:
“I’m sure there will be no trouble. Are they close to age for attendance?” He shuffled his feet, taking up the cross bow and throwing it over his back by the strap attached to the handle. Once he had all his things, he returned his attention to the Shepardess.
“The four eldest can go, oui. They are old enough.” Flourie counted the rest in her head. “The six younger ones will still be at home zhough.” She watched as he packed up and gave a small start. “Oh, I am sorry! I’ve kept you.”
“Not at all!” he looked down at his gear. He supposed it was rude getting everything ready. “I enjoy meeting new people. But I do suppose I should get back.” He would have suggested they get together again, but he wasn’t altogether sure if she enjoyed his company. He wanted to know more about her kids. He found young children fun, but also doubted she’d allow him to meet them seeing as how she sent the other one running upon meeting him. He shrugged lightly and smiled. “It was nice meeting you, Flourie. I promise not to cause any more ruckus than I can help,” he smirked devilishly.
little-bo-flourie:
playerof-willsandodds:
He relaxed his stance and looked back at the girl in interest. “You attend? I do as well.” Many questions overflowed through Geoffroy’s head, he feared they’d flow through his ears at any moment. But he remained patient and let the girl say what she would instead of him trying to pry it out of her.
She shook her head quickly at this statement. “Oh, non, I do not.” Flourie said. “I am a shepherdess and am content to be one. But I would ‘ave the petites attend if I can get them accepted.”
“I’m sure there will be no trouble. Are they close to age for attendance?” He shuffled his feet, taking up the cross bow and throwing it over his back by the strap attached to the handle. Once he had all his things, he returned his attention to the Shepardess.
little-bo-flourie:
playerof-willsandodds:
The man found it cute that she was nursing him as a small boy with bruised feelings. Geoffroy did not see himself as such but it was charming of her, nonetheless. He smirked and took the throng of arrows from her carefully. “It’s quite all right,” a hint of laughter in his tone. He tied the leather strap to his belt and shifted the sack of quail over his shoulder. “You’re a long way from home, Flourie. What brings you here?”
Flourie reached up to pull her shawl closer around her shoulders, tucking the ends around her waist and holding them there with her crossed arms. She willed her body to relax and not be so confrontational. Tucking more errant strands of hair behind her ear, she gave a little shrug. “Zhe school. Eet is better for zhey children.” The Frenchwoman gave him a curious look. “Et tou?”
He relaxed his stance and looked back at the girl in interest. “You attend? I do as well.” Many questions overflowed through Geoffroy’s head, he feared they’d flow through his ears at any moment. But he remained patient and let the girl say what she would instead of him trying to pry it out of her.
little-bo-flourie:
playerof-willsandodds:
Geoffroy furrowed his brow at the bristled nature of the woman who had never met him; therefore, she knew nothing of his reputation that could warrant this obvious disdain upon greeting. He cleared his throat and cast his eyes down a moment, feeling chastised for simply being nice to a shy girl who he presumed to treat as such. “Apologies,” was all he could think to say on the matter, not wanting to give her any more reason to scorn him if he should deliver a usual sarcastic or otherwise remark.
He looked around in disbelief. “Don’t worry. I try not to hunt in the same places,” he assured instead of saying out-right as he wished that he wouldn’t be coming here again. He forced a smile and began to gather his things. This was his second time meeting a frigid maid outside of Hogwarts. He nearly laughed at the coincidence.
The moment she had finished talking, Flourie knew he had taken offense. Biting hard on her tongue, she unfolded her arms from across her chest and waved them at him, shaking her head. “Non, please. I…,” The Frenchwoman sighed heavily. “I am the one who should be making apologizes. I spoke too harshlee.”
She bent quickly to pick up one of his items and held it out to him, trying to come across as remorseful. “I’m Flourie,” the shepherdess offered.
The man found it cute that she was nursing him as a small boy with bruised feelings. Geoffroy did not see himself as such but it was charming of her, nonetheless. He smirked and took the throng of arrows from her carefully. “It’s quite all right,” a hint of laughter in his tone. He tied the leather strap to his belt and shifted the sack of quail over his shoulder. “You’re a long way from home, Flourie. What brings you here?”
little-bo-flourie:
playerof-willsandodds:
Wiggling his fingers at the girl, he smiled and winked at her as she ran off. “Bye!” he called after her. Turning his full attention back to the French woman, he crossed his arms loosely over his chest. “It’s was no problem. I’m sorry if I frightened you and your daughter. I was hunting a few quail for the school kitchens.” He wondered if she attended Hogwarts as well. He hadn’t seen her there, but it was a fair sized school. He hadn’t seen everyone there was to see as it was.
Staring at the nameless man for a moment, Flourie waited until his attention was fully on her again. “Do you make it a habit to wink at children?” she asked bluntly. “She’s only twelve.” Biting on her tongue, Flourie pressed her lips together. She could not stay her words could she? Peeking back at the man, she sighed lightly.
“Niece. Not daughter. And I am affraid I do knot fryten eeasily.” Groaning inwardly again, she pushed errant strands of hair out of her face. “Zhat is very nice of you, oui. I’m shure the peeople at zhe castle will appreciate it. But, may I ask you be careful? My fields are knot far from ‘ere.” She peeked again. “If you do knot mind.”
Geoffroy furrowed his brow at the bristled nature of the woman who had never met him; therefore, she knew nothing of his reputation that could warrant this obvious disdain upon greeting. He cleared his throat and cast his eyes down a moment, feeling chastised for simply being nice to a shy girl who he presumed to treat as such. “Apologies,” was all he could think to say on the matter, not wanting to give her any more reason to scorn him if he should deliver a usual sarcastic or otherwise remark.
He looked around in disbelief. “Don’t worry. I try not to hunt in the same places,” he assured instead of saying out-right as he wished that he wouldn’t be coming here again. He forced a smile and began to gather his things. This was his second time meeting a frigid maid outside of Hogwarts. He nearly laughed at the coincidence.
little-bo-flourie:
playerof-willsandodds:
When the two ladies where finally in his sights, Geoffroy grinned broader when he realized it was a young girl and a young woman who seemed to be the mother. No wonder she had such a strict tone for a fair maiden. He shifted the weight of the lamb in his arms, his muscles shifting accordingly from under his tunic and sun-kissed flesh. He pulled the corners of his mouth down in a ‘yikes’ sort of expression and looked at the small girl with a horrified feature to get her to laugh at his teasing. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied and inched closer to do as he was bid.
Gathering the lamb into her arms, Flourie cooed comforting words into in French, running her hand up and down the little body to check for injuries. The sheep seemed fine so she handed it off to Adeline, took the girl by the shoulders and shoo’ed her on home. “Don’t worree mon petit, I’ll be back soon!” Turning back to the man she looked him up and down and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Thank you again, sir.” she said.
Wiggling his fingers at the girl, he smiled and winked at her as she ran off. “Bye!” he called after her. Turning his full attention back to the French woman, he crossed his arms loosely over his chest. “It’s was no problem. I’m sorry if I frightened you and your daughter. I was hunting a few quail for the school kitchens.” He wondered if she attended Hogwarts as well. He hadn’t seen her there, but it was a fair sized school. He hadn’t seen everyone there was to see as it was.
