when they tell you you are different from other girls, ( closed )

[elegiaque]

WHO: Gwenaëlle Vauquelin & Araceli Bonaventura.
WHAT: Two nice young ladies have tea.
WHEN: Now-ish.
WHERE: The Vauquelin home, Hightown.
NOTES: Refers to this.

Most of the books, by the stated end of her patience with their presence, have been either collected by members of the Inquisition or carted off to the Chantry to be donated and used in whatever form their charity best fits - to be sold on to raise money or perhaps stored in some chantry sister's library. Gwenaëlle neither knows the answer nor has any interest in finding out; they are out of her house and well out of her mind. One exception is made, however, a box of etiquette books set aside for Araceli Bonaventura to collect at her leisure -

and when that leisure arrives and the young lady is announced, Gwenaëlle makes time for her, has her shown into a sitting room rather than the library (the portrait that hangs there might be considered somewhat confronting for tea), doesn't bother making her wait longer than is necessary. In her own home, on her own time, the air is informal: hair loose and curling, her dress cut in clean lines and neutral colour, with enough draped fabric to not make immediately obvious that she's not wearing any shoes. A lady, but not one who feels she has much to prove.

Which might or might not be true, but what is true is that she doesn't go about it the usual way.

"Mlle Bonaventura," she says, polite enough. "Welcome to my home."