"[color=#ff4136]I have exactly enough in the budget for the both of us to go exactly twice to La Garre, I'll have you know, I made sure of it, once in celebration of commencement, and once for celebration of completion, after all I can't completely rely on Luce to take me to dinner and sadly, I don't think Francis nor anyone else in any of the departments would give me a second look, less than noble birth and all.[/color]" It was possible the first, and only time she would have ever let on about possibly being alone, lonely cooped up in the big house with her previous boss and his new family. Having seen Lucien come into a wife and a child after such misfortune had started to turn some gears in her own head that she was far, far past the age in which she should have procured a husband by now, or a wife, Ophelia wasn't picky. But she also knew that meant she would have to leave the library, and that wasn't something she was good at doing, let alone meeting someone that hadn't been vetted by Lucien or Rene. She was too trusting for her own good, and that often times lead to her getting all her gold taken, or worse -- her books. "[color=#ff4136]If I get you to parade me about, maybe someone might make the mistake that I am of marriageable prospect and finally I can be a nuance to someone else for once.[/color]"
She grinned gently as he urged her to have someone else do the manual labor portion of her gardening. Her own nails were trimmed back and kept neat because when she wrote, a long nail pressing into the meat of her hand was uncomfortable, and she never really had seen the need of long nails, other than to signify that someone was of leisure. She had not, nor never been a woman of leisure until the past year of Lucien being back. She had been allowed free reign of a lot of things, but she had done her share of laundry, of cooking, of cleaning -- she had never known a day not to be filled with a million things needing to be done, and to be suddenly relieved of all those things -- well, she was about to go out of her mind. "[color=#ff4136]Don't you mind, I'll make sure there's someone far younger and more strapping than I to dig any holes larger than a common shrub would need. What would the neighbors say?[/color]" She teased, a little. There would be no way the neighbors could see her.
"[color=#ff4136]Many of the things now lost to the ages in which we're just now chancing a rediscovery of because "Oh the people can't know this!",[/color]" her voice dropped into a mocking timbre and dodgy pattern of speech before picking back into her normal lilt, light, and quick, in the same manner as his own -- she was in the room with someone who could keep up, so she didn't feel the need to slow down, unless it was, of course, to tease him some more. After all, he had served as family to her right along, so teasing him, teasing Luce, was all in a good day's work for her, even if her age was more than their own. They had allowed her to be the child, and in some sense she figured it was because her own childhood had been in a kitchen, kneading bread, or cutting potatoes, and not spent, like many children, being a child.
She wouldn't trade any of it at this point, because it would mean losing the both of them, the small family that was growing by the moment. "[color=#ff4136]Religion seems to have one goal and one goal only, to keep the people ignorant and thus under control, why is it such a scary thought to have people be wise to the world around them, if not just for the loss of power the status quo would lose. One would think they'd be ready to just.. not have to keep repeating the same thing over and over. No god or gods have ever benefited me, so why do I owe them any lip service.[/color]" Ahh and there it was, most likely the reason she wasn't deemed marriage materials. A mind of her own. "[color=#ff4136]But I will be more restrained in my dislike, I know Missus Fee might have a thing or two to report back about your company, and I don't wish to be barred from the house.[/color]"
She grinned gently as he urged her to have someone else do the manual labor portion of her gardening. Her own nails were trimmed back and kept neat because when she wrote, a long nail pressing into the meat of her hand was uncomfortable, and she never really had seen the need of long nails, other than to signify that someone was of leisure. She had not, nor never been a woman of leisure until the past year of Lucien being back. She had been allowed free reign of a lot of things, but she had done her share of laundry, of cooking, of cleaning -- she had never known a day not to be filled with a million things needing to be done, and to be suddenly relieved of all those things -- well, she was about to go out of her mind. "[color=#ff4136]Don't you mind, I'll make sure there's someone far younger and more strapping than I to dig any holes larger than a common shrub would need. What would the neighbors say?[/color]" She teased, a little. There would be no way the neighbors could see her.
"[color=#ff4136]Many of the things now lost to the ages in which we're just now chancing a rediscovery of because "Oh the people can't know this!",[/color]" her voice dropped into a mocking timbre and dodgy pattern of speech before picking back into her normal lilt, light, and quick, in the same manner as his own -- she was in the room with someone who could keep up, so she didn't feel the need to slow down, unless it was, of course, to tease him some more. After all, he had served as family to her right along, so teasing him, teasing Luce, was all in a good day's work for her, even if her age was more than their own. They had allowed her to be the child, and in some sense she figured it was because her own childhood had been in a kitchen, kneading bread, or cutting potatoes, and not spent, like many children, being a child.
She wouldn't trade any of it at this point, because it would mean losing the both of them, the small family that was growing by the moment. "[color=#ff4136]Religion seems to have one goal and one goal only, to keep the people ignorant and thus under control, why is it such a scary thought to have people be wise to the world around them, if not just for the loss of power the status quo would lose. One would think they'd be ready to just.. not have to keep repeating the same thing over and over. No god or gods have ever benefited me, so why do I owe them any lip service.[/color]" Ahh and there it was, most likely the reason she wasn't deemed marriage materials. A mind of her own. "[color=#ff4136]But I will be more restrained in my dislike, I know Missus Fee might have a thing or two to report back about your company, and I don't wish to be barred from the house.[/color]"
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