Post by Juliette Deveraux on Nov 28, 2017 2:06:19 GMT -5
Cookies were all but irresistible, no matter who one was or what their rank was. A good cookie could tempt even the best of people, and she was hardly a saint. Resistance was futile, at least when it came to cookies! Discovering Ambrosia and her talent for lemon cookies was a stroke of pure good luck! The tartly sweet tang was a delightful contrast, one that displayed the baker's talent for balance and skill.
"No," Juliette agreed, "they don't, but that doesn't mean you lack the courage to make that stand either, Ambrosia. Some of us have to lead the way, we can't all be followers. It won't be easy, of course," she was realistic enough to say so, her head cocking to one side, "yet I do not think you lack for courage. Like I said, the right man will respect your dreams and help you in them... and I for one refuse to settle for anything less than the right one." A bold speech from her, to be sure, one she even believed. Whether that would come to pass in light of her sister's as-yet-unrevealed plans, the youngest Deveraux princess had no idea, but she would do her best to maintain that stance.
Considering the suggestions, she wished she had something to make notes with; Ambrosia's ideas were prudent, and much more likely to do good than mere toys. "You're right, of course. I wasn't thinking so clearly." Her nose wrinkled before she remembered something, lifting her face to voice it. "Before my sister was... taken," the blue eyes visibly darkened with a myriad of emotions, "she was talking with some of the nobles and priests about introducing schools to teach the children how to read, write and figure. That would be a basic need as well, wouldn't it? The means to make it happen?"
No matter what happened with Mariette, this was something Juliette could do, she felt sure. She owed it to her sister to pick up the reins of Mariette's work and see it through.
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Ambrosia Sinclair
"No," Juliette agreed, "they don't, but that doesn't mean you lack the courage to make that stand either, Ambrosia. Some of us have to lead the way, we can't all be followers. It won't be easy, of course," she was realistic enough to say so, her head cocking to one side, "yet I do not think you lack for courage. Like I said, the right man will respect your dreams and help you in them... and I for one refuse to settle for anything less than the right one." A bold speech from her, to be sure, one she even believed. Whether that would come to pass in light of her sister's as-yet-unrevealed plans, the youngest Deveraux princess had no idea, but she would do her best to maintain that stance.
Considering the suggestions, she wished she had something to make notes with; Ambrosia's ideas were prudent, and much more likely to do good than mere toys. "You're right, of course. I wasn't thinking so clearly." Her nose wrinkled before she remembered something, lifting her face to voice it. "Before my sister was... taken," the blue eyes visibly darkened with a myriad of emotions, "she was talking with some of the nobles and priests about introducing schools to teach the children how to read, write and figure. That would be a basic need as well, wouldn't it? The means to make it happen?"
No matter what happened with Mariette, this was something Juliette could do, she felt sure. She owed it to her sister to pick up the reins of Mariette's work and see it through.
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Ambrosia Sinclair
