1. My childhood nursemaid, of course. It would be scandalous for a princess to be attended by a man.
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| - | Old Nan shuffles in with a sour look on her face. She is the complete opposite of the jovial nursemaid archetype. She is tall and thin, made up of sharp lines and deep wrinkles. Her mouth has been twisted into a scowl for as long as your remember, and her gaze always seems to be distant and accusing. | + | Old Nan shuffles in with a sour look on her face. She is the complete opposite of the jovial nursemaid archetype. She is tall and thin, made up of sharp lines and deep wrinkles. Her mouth has been twisted into a scowl for as long as your remember, and her gaze always seems to be distant and accusing. She's a difficult woman to love— perhaps because she has never treated you with anything more than passionless indifference. |
| - | + | Her eyebrows draw together as her gaze falls upon you. Old Nan looks anything but pleased right now. “Did you not even think comb your hair?” she says, snatching a comb from the bureau and advancing towards you. “Do you expect Old Nan to do everything for you?” | |
| - | *[[1. “I didn’t know what to do…” | + | *[[1. “I didn’t know what to do…” you reply nervously.]] |
| - | *[[2. “Well, my father doesn’t pay you to sit around and do nothing | + | *[[2. “Well, my father doesn’t pay you to sit around and do nothing,” you say with an impetuous toss of the head.]] |
| - | *[[3. “Of course not, Nan | + | *[[3. “Of course not, Nan,” you say sweetly, hoping to charm her. “I was just lost without you.”]] |
| - | *[[4. “You wouldn’t have to if you taught me how to | + | *[[4. “You wouldn’t have to if you taught me how to do it myself.”]] |
| + | [[Category:Les rois mages (The Three Kings)]] | ||
Current revision as of 04:57, 19 November 2012
Old Nan shuffles in with a sour look on her face. She is the complete opposite of the jovial nursemaid archetype. She is tall and thin, made up of sharp lines and deep wrinkles. Her mouth has been twisted into a scowl for as long as your remember, and her gaze always seems to be distant and accusing. She's a difficult woman to love— perhaps because she has never treated you with anything more than passionless indifference.
Her eyebrows draw together as her gaze falls upon you. Old Nan looks anything but pleased right now. “Did you not even think comb your hair?” she says, snatching a comb from the bureau and advancing towards you. “Do you expect Old Nan to do everything for you?”
- 1. “I didn’t know what to do…” you reply nervously.
- 2. “Well, my father doesn’t pay you to sit around and do nothing,” you say with an impetuous toss of the head.
- 3. “Of course not, Nan,” you say sweetly, hoping to charm her. “I was just lost without you.”
- 4. “You wouldn’t have to if you taught me how to do it myself.”
