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Eleanor sighed, gathering her skirts in her hands as she stepped up a staircase in the castle.
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She sat at her vanity table, and sipped at her tea, whilst reading a new letter sent from her mother. It was written in Dancan.
Dearest Augustine,
I hope you are doing well, and enjoy your gift of a stallion. Your father and I have been very proud of you for staying within Farlem. In fact, we have decided and shall visit you since it has been such a long time, and due to the fact we are so proud. However, all we ask is that you tell your King that we are on our way. Be sure to write back soon, my child.
Sincerely,
Laetitia & Rosaire Babineaux of Danc.
Augustine smiled, and got out a new scroll of paper, dipping her quill in ink before beginning to write a letter back in response.
She finished the first section of her letter and walked from her bedchamber, her long, full skirts sweeping against the ground.
Eleanor stepped up the last stair and let her heavy skirts fall against the ground once more. They swept against it gracefully as she continued to walk, not seeing Augustine yet.
Augustine shut her door behind herself, and headed down the hall.
Upon seeing her at the other side of the hall, Eleanor lifted her head and smiled in a friendly manner, though she'd never met Augustine.
The beautiful young woman smiled, and approached Eleanor. "Evening. I do not believe we have met," she said softly. "Allow me to introduce myself; I am Augustine Babineaux of Danc. A Lady in Waiting." She curtsied out her full skirt.
"Hello, I am pleased to make your acquaintance," Eleanor said and curtsied also, the beautifully unique and intricate folds of her skirt showing as she did so. "I am Eleanor Parr of ____, a fellow Lady in Waiting," she said with a smile. Her youthful ivory skin glowed radiantly in the light that flooded through the windows as she smiled.
Her soft, youthful skin of alabaster glowed in through the slit of light as well, and her gold blonde hair in front of her French hood smooth and radiant. She had to be fifteen, at the most. "Pleased to meet you," said Augustine, her elaborate gown of purple, silver, and white fluttering lightly against the ground with every move she made. "When did you come here?"
"I just arrived yesterday," she said with a smile.