<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2423007#msg2423007">Quote from: resonanteve on 07-11-2009, 02:50:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It took to the end of her words for Lady Marie to realize how forward and important she sounded - not very fitting for one of her sex, but it pleased her dearly to be so adventurous. To always be so free and powerful...<br/><br/>Lady Marie pushed those thoughts from her mind, focusing on the present. Her look to the woman was urgent.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/3993/mariearch.jpg)</div><strong>Marie Archambault</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie]<br/><br/>"Falkovnian soldiers? Nuh-uh! You got to be kidding me, right?" Marie Archambault threw her hands up into the air with exaggerated frustration. "Those damnable soldiers are out to ruin Lady Lillian's party, and believe me when I tell you she's working us real hard to make sure nothing...and I mean nothing...ruins her little adventure in the country." The servant woman put her hands on her hips, and made a sucking sound as she thought.<br/><br/>"Well, I guess the best thing is to take you inside, and let you speak to the Lady of the 'ouse. She's a bit of a flake, if you don't mind me saying so myself," said the woman as she hopped down from the wall. "Now don't you go repeating that, or I'll be in hotter water than boiled potatoes. Right on down the lane with you, now, Miss. I'll follow along as best as I can."<br/><br/>Marie looked down the road, opposite from the way Lady Marie had ridden. "I sure do wish that Mister Dupont fellow was back already. Ezra knows that Miss Lillian will have us start cooking supper for the soldiers, or some silly nonsense like that. She's a smart girl, but she ain't quite living in the same world as the rest of us...if you catch my meaning, of course." Marie Archambault looked at the noblewoman on her horse, and amended a, "Miss," to her words, and then curtsied as well for good measure.