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Clauvyse Avarium - Post 3

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Clauvyse settled in a chair in the sitting room with sunlight pouring through the western facing windows to wait for her first tutor of the day. She pretended not to notice as Nala tucked mousy, curling tendrils of hair behind her ears and smoothed her apron over a stomach grown pudgy. She knew that Nala fancied her Language tutor but found no need to draw attention to it, as he had never shown any particular interest in her.

Her dear maid was still young, though older than her. It was possible that, if she had not been kept by the duchess’ side these past few years, she could have been married and even had small children at this point. Clauvyse supposed Nala was considered her friend. The maid certainly seemed sympathetic to her plight with the Lord and was very kind to her. Unfortunately, the duchess couldn’t be positive he wouldn’t try to pay her for information or secrets. This is what kept her from completely trusting most of those around her.

For the next several minutes all was quiet as the duchess sketched out a simple landscape with the snowcapped mountain horizon that was so familiar to her, and then signed it “PoopiBaru”. She would never forget the event that led to her using such an incredulous signature for her artwork.

It was a rare occasion when she was taken with her uncle’s family for some small business and to make an appearance in the villages. The horse-drawn carriage had pulled to a stop across from a small alley and Lord Bain stepped out to speak with a high-end shop keeper. Clauvyse stared out the window as her blonde aunt and cousins conversed energetically with each other.

She soon noticed a small drama happening; a young boy had just snatched a loaf of bread from a baker’s pavilion and scurried back into the alley to join his compatriots. There was a small scuffle as he tried to keep most of it for himself. One of the other children reached for more bread and yelled, “Share, poopibaru!”  At this, the small thief took out into the street with his treasure just as a dozen guards on horseback were cantering past. It was one of the more horrifying things Clauvyse had witnessed thus far in her life. Almost all activity on the street had halted when Lord Bain stepped out of the shop and spoke to the guards. After a tense moment he turned to the street and announced, “A death is a tragedy, but there is no one to miss this child and his life will hardly be a loss. Go along with your lives.” Their carriage left with  no further delay.

While the duchess did not wish the guard to be punished for what was clearly an accident, she was disturbed by her uncle’s reaction. She had remembered the odd exclamation that had made her giggle a moment before the death. She was not sure if the term had been a nickname, insult, or nonsense, but it was all she knew and she wanted to honor the life that had been lost. The only person who truly paid attention enough to ask about the odd pseudonym was her only true friend, the daughter of a nobleman from a neighboring province. It was another small, quiet rebellion.

 
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