Post by Lovely on Aug 2, 2010 2:58:58 GMT -5
September 5, Year 1
Laurel looked around slowly as she entered the apothecary, sidestepping another customer that shuffled past. Feeling the eyes on her, she saw the man at the counter, his coat betraying his profession as the kind doctor himself. She turned and saw no one behind her or near and stepped up to the counter as his next customer, preparing to give him something in return as she pulled the card from her purse and digging for something else in the bottom. *giggles*... "kind sir, you make me blush."
"and the doctor is blushing too -but he likes yours better." He spoke softly.
she seemed to be a lady of refinement and poise..." perhaps the good doctor would like to come to tea?" extends an invitation... written in very british style is a card inviting him to play a new game that the british consolate has imported from the Orient called... mah jongg...
Sam reads the card with a raised brow and a smile forming on his lips.
"It would be wonderful to have a man of your talents and intellect at our table. Please consider it. Oh, and the mercurium is all that I would need for now, thank you," she smiled, pointing to the bottle and offering a small vial for him to refill for her.
"The.. mercu...Oh yes.. of course." He licked his lips nervously, slightly embarrassed that he'd forgetten himself and was staring at the beautiful lady.
"The vial?" She giggled gently, waiving the glass before him to garner his attention. "I do fear mother’s taken a turn and it won’t help her much longer. Perhaps if you come by, you could look in on her?"
He blinked again, his fingers slowly lifting to grasp the vial. "Mother?" He inquired, moving swiftly once his focus was away from the dark ravishing woman. "I would come to look in on her anytime.. you have but to fetch me.. " He returned the vial to her fingers, his hand softly coming to cup hers.
"Yes, the poor dear. We came to this place for the dry air. Her physician back home said the dampness was making her more ill, but here, we’re far from proper care and she’s not able to travel well now. He said she was scarred horribly inside from fever a few years ago and wouldn’t do well to stay in the eastern winter. So, here we are.. and here I am... asking your help... perhaps consider yourself fetched, Doctor.... Carlisle," she said, reading his certificates on the wall.
He nodded. "Then consider me on my way miss..." He chuckled. "My apologies.. It seems I have.." He gestured his hands helplessly.
*giggles and nods* "Putnam... Laurel Putnam... thank you," she said, taking the vial back and opening her purse for the coins to pay him.
Laurel looked around slowly as she entered the apothecary, sidestepping another customer that shuffled past. Feeling the eyes on her, she saw the man at the counter, his coat betraying his profession as the kind doctor himself. She turned and saw no one behind her or near and stepped up to the counter as his next customer, preparing to give him something in return as she pulled the card from her purse and digging for something else in the bottom. *giggles*... "kind sir, you make me blush."
"and the doctor is blushing too -but he likes yours better." He spoke softly.
she seemed to be a lady of refinement and poise..." perhaps the good doctor would like to come to tea?" extends an invitation... written in very british style is a card inviting him to play a new game that the british consolate has imported from the Orient called... mah jongg...
Sam reads the card with a raised brow and a smile forming on his lips.
"It would be wonderful to have a man of your talents and intellect at our table. Please consider it. Oh, and the mercurium is all that I would need for now, thank you," she smiled, pointing to the bottle and offering a small vial for him to refill for her.
"The.. mercu...Oh yes.. of course." He licked his lips nervously, slightly embarrassed that he'd forgetten himself and was staring at the beautiful lady.
"The vial?" She giggled gently, waiving the glass before him to garner his attention. "I do fear mother’s taken a turn and it won’t help her much longer. Perhaps if you come by, you could look in on her?"
He blinked again, his fingers slowly lifting to grasp the vial. "Mother?" He inquired, moving swiftly once his focus was away from the dark ravishing woman. "I would come to look in on her anytime.. you have but to fetch me.. " He returned the vial to her fingers, his hand softly coming to cup hers.
"Yes, the poor dear. We came to this place for the dry air. Her physician back home said the dampness was making her more ill, but here, we’re far from proper care and she’s not able to travel well now. He said she was scarred horribly inside from fever a few years ago and wouldn’t do well to stay in the eastern winter. So, here we are.. and here I am... asking your help... perhaps consider yourself fetched, Doctor.... Carlisle," she said, reading his certificates on the wall.
He nodded. "Then consider me on my way miss..." He chuckled. "My apologies.. It seems I have.." He gestured his hands helplessly.
*giggles and nods* "Putnam... Laurel Putnam... thank you," she said, taking the vial back and opening her purse for the coins to pay him.