Abigail d'Aubigne
Aristocrat
Sister of the Vicomtesse d'Aubigne- House Aubigne
Second daughter of Franco and Beaulah d'Aubigne
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Post by Abigail d'Aubigne on Jun 11, 2008 17:25:16 GMT -5
“Again, please,” said Dr. Servillet, “the future tense of ‘speak’, in Aragonian.”
Together, Noelle and I recited, “Hablé, hablaste, habló, hablamos, hablasteis, hablaron.”
“Excellent, girls, very good,” said our tutor. “I believe it is time to break for luncheon, so I will see you in an hour for D’Angeline history.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” we chorused, before making our exit from the library.
Once we were out of earshot, Noelle simpered, “Thank you, Dr. Napkin. Anything you say, Dr. Napkin.”
“Don’t be so mean,” I said to her, “it’s not his fault his name sounds a little like the word Napkin. And anyway, he is very kind to us.”
“I don’t care,” said Noelle haughtily. At 12, she thought herself a grown up woman already. “I can’t wait to be out of here, to go to court and do lots of exciting things. Anything is better than dreary Camlach.”
“Well, I have to wait even longer than you,” I said.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “when I finally go to the City, I’ll be sure to send for you. The D’Aubigne sisters…we’ll be unstoppable.”
I giggled. “What will we be doing that would be unstoppable?” I asked.
“Oh, you know, kissing lots of handsome gentlemen,” she said.
I wrinkled my nose. “Why would we do that?” I asked.
“Because, Abby,” she explained, “that’s how you make men fall in love with you, and once men are in love with you, they’ll do anything you want.”
It all sounded very dubious to me, but I said nothing. It was just as well, since we had arrived at the lunch table. Noelle usually knew best, after all.
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