Does Anyone Know or Care . . .
Jul. 15th, 2008 09:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanarill. . . that LJ was down last night? They called it emergency maintenance, and they were certainly only down for a half hour that I noticed so I'll buy that it was unscheduled, but aside from that, no news.
Work tomorrow. Le sigh.
Title: Maru-Raba
Fandom: Taming of the Shrew
Rating: G
Warnings: None
It was, actually, ten the next morning by the time they set out, although Katharina agreed that it was seven in the morning. Petruchio's men snickered, but instead of anger, which was her usual response to being laughed at, she found herself smiling as they set off.
It was between a four and six-hour ride at a walk, which was why leaving after around two made little sense and leaving around midmorning, so as to leave allowances for the unexpected was better. Their party was small, only the four of them. Katharina had hoped to have a chance to talk with Petruchio on the ride, but as fate had it, this was not to be.
They did the entire play of sun or moon. Katharina thought a play done for two people for the benefit of only two others was a kind of pointless, but neither Grumio nor Hortensio could possibly have been left behind. So she played out her acceptance that Petruchio's madness was hers as well, and Hortensio-well, Hortensio was a silly old man. But she winked at him, and so he understood that her capitulation was one in humor of her mad husband and not because she actually thought the sun was the moon. He didn't understand at all that neither did Petruchio.
She thought that Grumio might be warming up to her, the way he rolled his eyes.
And then Petruchio. Well, he didn't wink at her, when they met the wealthy gentleman where the road from Bologna met their path. But he smiled with his eyes and then started calling the man a woman and had her kiss him too. This was not in the Plan. But.
People were stupid when they were laughing, and by the end both Hortensio was laughing again and the man who, actually, turned out to be her father-in-law believed Petruchio to be not entirely sane and seemed to pity her for being wedded to him. He'd help her if there were ever a great need for someone to "save" her from Petruchio's whim.
She was not happy to hear about Bianca, though. Two days, and Bianca had run off with that Lucentio! Although, given Vincentio's apparent wealth, it could not be too poor a match. Still. She'd had really planned to make sure that whoever Bianca married was a good match and not just not a poor one. When they got to Padua, she'd have to have a talk with Bianca about common sense, since apparently her sister didn't have any.
Vincentio was a good sound, though. She asked him about his son and his properties as they went, and revised her impression of Lucentio as they went. Bianca might have a meaner dowery, but she definitely had the richer husband. For now.
Hey, we're getting on to the end. Yay. A couple more days and we'll be finished. Also, the ride from Verona to Padua is more like fifty miles, which a single man on horseback can cover pretty well in a day. I stuck Petruchio's villa just inside the Veronese land limits, so their ride is more like half that, or a four to five hours when they don't stop to spend two hours talking to Franca.
Work tomorrow. Le sigh.
Title: Maru-Raba
Fandom: Taming of the Shrew
Rating: G
Warnings: None
It was, actually, ten the next morning by the time they set out, although Katharina agreed that it was seven in the morning. Petruchio's men snickered, but instead of anger, which was her usual response to being laughed at, she found herself smiling as they set off.
It was between a four and six-hour ride at a walk, which was why leaving after around two made little sense and leaving around midmorning, so as to leave allowances for the unexpected was better. Their party was small, only the four of them. Katharina had hoped to have a chance to talk with Petruchio on the ride, but as fate had it, this was not to be.
They did the entire play of sun or moon. Katharina thought a play done for two people for the benefit of only two others was a kind of pointless, but neither Grumio nor Hortensio could possibly have been left behind. So she played out her acceptance that Petruchio's madness was hers as well, and Hortensio-well, Hortensio was a silly old man. But she winked at him, and so he understood that her capitulation was one in humor of her mad husband and not because she actually thought the sun was the moon. He didn't understand at all that neither did Petruchio.
She thought that Grumio might be warming up to her, the way he rolled his eyes.
And then Petruchio. Well, he didn't wink at her, when they met the wealthy gentleman where the road from Bologna met their path. But he smiled with his eyes and then started calling the man a woman and had her kiss him too. This was not in the Plan. But.
People were stupid when they were laughing, and by the end both Hortensio was laughing again and the man who, actually, turned out to be her father-in-law believed Petruchio to be not entirely sane and seemed to pity her for being wedded to him. He'd help her if there were ever a great need for someone to "save" her from Petruchio's whim.
She was not happy to hear about Bianca, though. Two days, and Bianca had run off with that Lucentio! Although, given Vincentio's apparent wealth, it could not be too poor a match. Still. She'd had really planned to make sure that whoever Bianca married was a good match and not just not a poor one. When they got to Padua, she'd have to have a talk with Bianca about common sense, since apparently her sister didn't have any.
Vincentio was a good sound, though. She asked him about his son and his properties as they went, and revised her impression of Lucentio as they went. Bianca might have a meaner dowery, but she definitely had the richer husband. For now.
Hey, we're getting on to the end. Yay. A couple more days and we'll be finished. Also, the ride from Verona to Padua is more like fifty miles, which a single man on horseback can cover pretty well in a day. I stuck Petruchio's villa just inside the Veronese land limits, so their ride is more like half that, or a four to five hours when they don't stop to spend two hours talking to Franca.
