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Post by Les Jondrette Femmes on Jul 2, 2008 3:37:17 GMT -5
Colette pulled her gloves tight and mounted the horse sidesaddle, taking the reins up loosely in her hands with the grace of a true lady. She watched the wobbly curtsy with amusement from her high perch, for she remembered how difficult it had been for Nicole to learn to curtsy as seamlessly as was demanded of her. The poor girl had never had much of an attention span for such things, being more of a dreamer, though she had definitely put in all of her effort. She had achieved, which is no surprise, for all of one's effort is a great and powerful thing. Now she had the benefit of forgetting all of those lessons and wobbled down comfortably into the low position of a commoner bowing to her better.
It was very ironic, and almost felt like a game of playacting. She may have always been a bit clumsy, but there was no match for Liana in grace otherwise. The girl was probably the closest thing to an angel on this earth; or at least in France. Nicolette loved her for it, and she was as sister to her as a noblewoman and she was as a commoner. With another smile that said just that, Colette flicked the reins and was off through the forest. She could not wait for Marie to meet her godmother.
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