Post by Nicolette Deveraux on Jul 24, 2015 13:18:26 GMT -5
"Just you watch yourself, now, future Queen -- maybe I'll find a lowly Cadag that suits me better and just skirt off to the Highlands, hm? Tell me who you'll direct then --"
Oh, so that was how Ton wanted to play? Nicolette suppressed her laughter and instead openly smirked at her sister, fully prepared to call that bluff. With a sly narrowing of her eyes, she cooed back, "I'd like to see you try it, Princess Royal. Find yourself a lowly Cadag and skirt off to the rustic life where wool and cotton grace your fair skin, and you're constantly growing round with a child per year. And then we'll see who watches whom, hm?" They both knew that neither would do either of the kind - she did not order Ton, and Ton wasn't the kind to lower herself to any man, let alone a Cadag. That would be far too great a distance for them both to be parted.
Sipping her juice, she watched the less than graceful flop with a smoothing of her features. Antoinette had a good deal to consider now, thanks to this conversation, especially where Zorion Ibarra was concerned. Moving closer once she heard her sister speak, Nicolette came to lean against the previously vacated post and gaze down at her. The little voice was one she suspected only she ever heard from Antoinette. "He is very striking," she replied quietly, "all of the Ibarra are. Tall, well built, black hair and light eyes. I am not fully certain whether they are blue, green or both. And he is clever, Ton. Witty, intelligent, shrewd. I..."
She paused, surprising even herself, ""I rather liked him, in spite of his ambition."
@antoinettedeveraux
Oh, so that was how Ton wanted to play? Nicolette suppressed her laughter and instead openly smirked at her sister, fully prepared to call that bluff. With a sly narrowing of her eyes, she cooed back, "I'd like to see you try it, Princess Royal. Find yourself a lowly Cadag and skirt off to the rustic life where wool and cotton grace your fair skin, and you're constantly growing round with a child per year. And then we'll see who watches whom, hm?" They both knew that neither would do either of the kind - she did not order Ton, and Ton wasn't the kind to lower herself to any man, let alone a Cadag. That would be far too great a distance for them both to be parted.
Sipping her juice, she watched the less than graceful flop with a smoothing of her features. Antoinette had a good deal to consider now, thanks to this conversation, especially where Zorion Ibarra was concerned. Moving closer once she heard her sister speak, Nicolette came to lean against the previously vacated post and gaze down at her. The little voice was one she suspected only she ever heard from Antoinette. "He is very striking," she replied quietly, "all of the Ibarra are. Tall, well built, black hair and light eyes. I am not fully certain whether they are blue, green or both. And he is clever, Ton. Witty, intelligent, shrewd. I..."
She paused, surprising even herself, ""I rather liked him, in spite of his ambition."
@antoinettedeveraux