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Chrysanthe was not used to conversing with those from the upper classes and she was starting to feel like it was a huge stumbling block for her in this conversation with Perse. It was almost as if the two of them were speaking completely different languages with the constant misunderstandings. She wasn’t stupid, or at least she had never been told she was by anyone who actually knew her, but perhaps the nobility were on a completely different level. There must be a reason why they had all the money and the power, not that that was something she ever questioned. Whatever the reason, it seemed as if the misunderstandings were just continuing, no matter how much Chrysanthe tried to say things as plainly as possible.
“Oh no. I didn’t mean you were like a child. I just meant that I had experience teaching,” Chyrsanthe blushed a bit at the misunderstanding and tried to walk back her words as quickly as possible. “I didn’t mean any offense to you.” Chrysanthe was so busy correcting how she had misspoken that she hadn’t really processed fully what Perse had told her. A mother? Why had Perse brought that up? Did she want a mother in particular to teach her? Chrysanthe’s forehead creased in confusion trying to understand what the lady was trying to tell her. When she asked if they had to head home. Chrysanthe only grew in confusion.
“No, I have nowhere to be, and no family to worry about. It’s just me,” Chrysanthe smiled at the woman, trying to be reassuring. Then suddenly as a bolt of lightening Chrysanthe finally understood what Perse had been trying to get at. “Oh the children, they weren’t mine. I used to help at a foundling home.” Chrysanthe hoped that had adequately corrected the misunderstanding. Chrysanthe hadn’t even considered that the woman might think the children could be her own. It wasn’t the most ridiculous assumption. There were women of her age who already had children, and sometimes even more than one. Had she found a husband willing to support her, it could have even been her. “I’m sorry, my lady, I should have been more clear,” Chrysanthe apologized. If only she knew how to speak like the nobility, it would have made the whole conversation much easier.
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Chrysanthe was not used to conversing with those from the upper classes and she was starting to feel like it was a huge stumbling block for her in this conversation with Perse. It was almost as if the two of them were speaking completely different languages with the constant misunderstandings. She wasn’t stupid, or at least she had never been told she was by anyone who actually knew her, but perhaps the nobility were on a completely different level. There must be a reason why they had all the money and the power, not that that was something she ever questioned. Whatever the reason, it seemed as if the misunderstandings were just continuing, no matter how much Chrysanthe tried to say things as plainly as possible.
“Oh no. I didn’t mean you were like a child. I just meant that I had experience teaching,” Chyrsanthe blushed a bit at the misunderstanding and tried to walk back her words as quickly as possible. “I didn’t mean any offense to you.” Chrysanthe was so busy correcting how she had misspoken that she hadn’t really processed fully what Perse had told her. A mother? Why had Perse brought that up? Did she want a mother in particular to teach her? Chrysanthe’s forehead creased in confusion trying to understand what the lady was trying to tell her. When she asked if they had to head home. Chrysanthe only grew in confusion.
“No, I have nowhere to be, and no family to worry about. It’s just me,” Chrysanthe smiled at the woman, trying to be reassuring. Then suddenly as a bolt of lightening Chrysanthe finally understood what Perse had been trying to get at. “Oh the children, they weren’t mine. I used to help at a foundling home.” Chrysanthe hoped that had adequately corrected the misunderstanding. Chrysanthe hadn’t even considered that the woman might think the children could be her own. It wasn’t the most ridiculous assumption. There were women of her age who already had children, and sometimes even more than one. Had she found a husband willing to support her, it could have even been her. “I’m sorry, my lady, I should have been more clear,” Chrysanthe apologized. If only she knew how to speak like the nobility, it would have made the whole conversation much easier.
Chrysanthe was not used to conversing with those from the upper classes and she was starting to feel like it was a huge stumbling block for her in this conversation with Perse. It was almost as if the two of them were speaking completely different languages with the constant misunderstandings. She wasn’t stupid, or at least she had never been told she was by anyone who actually knew her, but perhaps the nobility were on a completely different level. There must be a reason why they had all the money and the power, not that that was something she ever questioned. Whatever the reason, it seemed as if the misunderstandings were just continuing, no matter how much Chrysanthe tried to say things as plainly as possible.
“Oh no. I didn’t mean you were like a child. I just meant that I had experience teaching,” Chyrsanthe blushed a bit at the misunderstanding and tried to walk back her words as quickly as possible. “I didn’t mean any offense to you.” Chrysanthe was so busy correcting how she had misspoken that she hadn’t really processed fully what Perse had told her. A mother? Why had Perse brought that up? Did she want a mother in particular to teach her? Chrysanthe’s forehead creased in confusion trying to understand what the lady was trying to tell her. When she asked if they had to head home. Chrysanthe only grew in confusion.
“No, I have nowhere to be, and no family to worry about. It’s just me,” Chrysanthe smiled at the woman, trying to be reassuring. Then suddenly as a bolt of lightening Chrysanthe finally understood what Perse had been trying to get at. “Oh the children, they weren’t mine. I used to help at a foundling home.” Chrysanthe hoped that had adequately corrected the misunderstanding. Chrysanthe hadn’t even considered that the woman might think the children could be her own. It wasn’t the most ridiculous assumption. There were women of her age who already had children, and sometimes even more than one. Had she found a husband willing to support her, it could have even been her. “I’m sorry, my lady, I should have been more clear,” Chrysanthe apologized. If only she knew how to speak like the nobility, it would have made the whole conversation much easier.
Persephone spent the next few minutes of their conversation with a soft but polite frown upon her face. With a woman as graciously pretty as she, the frown only manifested into the lightest of shadows between her brow and the lilting turning of brows themselves. Her lips stretched a little and turned momentarily thinner as a look of concentration passed upon her face and then cleared as Chrysanthe's words began to reveal and confirm the misunderstandings in their conversation,
Whilst Persephone had always been aware that the level of education given to those of noble or wealthy families was significantly more than that of the lower classes, she had never expected to affect means of communication in this way. It was true and clear that those who were born and raised within the upper echelons of society spoke with an escalated level of vocabulary and generally had a better understanding of issues in the world at large, she had always assumed that simple, verbal communication would be no real issue.
Instead, it appeared as if she and Chrysanthe were speaking in riddles and confusing first one and then the other with assumptions and misunderstandings. But while the conversation was, therefore, a little frustrating at points, Persephone was finding it to be an intriguing and bizarrely enjoyable experience. An avid learner at heart, Persephone was hardly ever phased when new revelations or concepts were placed before her.
When the young girl explained that she had helped in a foundling home, Persephone nodded, her lips parting slightly on a silent 'ah' of understanding. At the same time, she felt herself warm to the girl a little further still. Clearly the young woman was kind of heart and generous of both her time and efforts.
"You did not offend me." Persephone assured the girl with all politeness. She turned her expression pretty and smiling. "I think we just come from different worlds that require difference understandings." This last she offered as a summary of her thoughts throughout Chrysanthe's quick explanation of their issues so far.
"Perhaps we can each help the other in that." Persephone suggested, keeping her smile friendly, her tone light and a soft sound that seemed like the hint of a melodic laugh in the back of her throat. She reached outwards to gesture between the two of them, once to Chrysanthe and then to herself, indicating a sort of trade. "Perhaps you could teach me some of your skills as a seamstress, and I could... offer you some books for you to read? As well as pay you for your tutorship, of course. It might help your language and communication to flourish?" This last was a spur of the moment idea for something Persephone could offer in return to Chrysanthe's help in other things. Her mother had always instilled upon her that it didn't matter your rank in society. Fairness and reciprocity were always the basis of good relations.
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Persephone spent the next few minutes of their conversation with a soft but polite frown upon her face. With a woman as graciously pretty as she, the frown only manifested into the lightest of shadows between her brow and the lilting turning of brows themselves. Her lips stretched a little and turned momentarily thinner as a look of concentration passed upon her face and then cleared as Chrysanthe's words began to reveal and confirm the misunderstandings in their conversation,
Whilst Persephone had always been aware that the level of education given to those of noble or wealthy families was significantly more than that of the lower classes, she had never expected to affect means of communication in this way. It was true and clear that those who were born and raised within the upper echelons of society spoke with an escalated level of vocabulary and generally had a better understanding of issues in the world at large, she had always assumed that simple, verbal communication would be no real issue.
Instead, it appeared as if she and Chrysanthe were speaking in riddles and confusing first one and then the other with assumptions and misunderstandings. But while the conversation was, therefore, a little frustrating at points, Persephone was finding it to be an intriguing and bizarrely enjoyable experience. An avid learner at heart, Persephone was hardly ever phased when new revelations or concepts were placed before her.
When the young girl explained that she had helped in a foundling home, Persephone nodded, her lips parting slightly on a silent 'ah' of understanding. At the same time, she felt herself warm to the girl a little further still. Clearly the young woman was kind of heart and generous of both her time and efforts.
"You did not offend me." Persephone assured the girl with all politeness. She turned her expression pretty and smiling. "I think we just come from different worlds that require difference understandings." This last she offered as a summary of her thoughts throughout Chrysanthe's quick explanation of their issues so far.
"Perhaps we can each help the other in that." Persephone suggested, keeping her smile friendly, her tone light and a soft sound that seemed like the hint of a melodic laugh in the back of her throat. She reached outwards to gesture between the two of them, once to Chrysanthe and then to herself, indicating a sort of trade. "Perhaps you could teach me some of your skills as a seamstress, and I could... offer you some books for you to read? As well as pay you for your tutorship, of course. It might help your language and communication to flourish?" This last was a spur of the moment idea for something Persephone could offer in return to Chrysanthe's help in other things. Her mother had always instilled upon her that it didn't matter your rank in society. Fairness and reciprocity were always the basis of good relations.
Persephone spent the next few minutes of their conversation with a soft but polite frown upon her face. With a woman as graciously pretty as she, the frown only manifested into the lightest of shadows between her brow and the lilting turning of brows themselves. Her lips stretched a little and turned momentarily thinner as a look of concentration passed upon her face and then cleared as Chrysanthe's words began to reveal and confirm the misunderstandings in their conversation,
Whilst Persephone had always been aware that the level of education given to those of noble or wealthy families was significantly more than that of the lower classes, she had never expected to affect means of communication in this way. It was true and clear that those who were born and raised within the upper echelons of society spoke with an escalated level of vocabulary and generally had a better understanding of issues in the world at large, she had always assumed that simple, verbal communication would be no real issue.
Instead, it appeared as if she and Chrysanthe were speaking in riddles and confusing first one and then the other with assumptions and misunderstandings. But while the conversation was, therefore, a little frustrating at points, Persephone was finding it to be an intriguing and bizarrely enjoyable experience. An avid learner at heart, Persephone was hardly ever phased when new revelations or concepts were placed before her.
When the young girl explained that she had helped in a foundling home, Persephone nodded, her lips parting slightly on a silent 'ah' of understanding. At the same time, she felt herself warm to the girl a little further still. Clearly the young woman was kind of heart and generous of both her time and efforts.
"You did not offend me." Persephone assured the girl with all politeness. She turned her expression pretty and smiling. "I think we just come from different worlds that require difference understandings." This last she offered as a summary of her thoughts throughout Chrysanthe's quick explanation of their issues so far.
"Perhaps we can each help the other in that." Persephone suggested, keeping her smile friendly, her tone light and a soft sound that seemed like the hint of a melodic laugh in the back of her throat. She reached outwards to gesture between the two of them, once to Chrysanthe and then to herself, indicating a sort of trade. "Perhaps you could teach me some of your skills as a seamstress, and I could... offer you some books for you to read? As well as pay you for your tutorship, of course. It might help your language and communication to flourish?" This last was a spur of the moment idea for something Persephone could offer in return to Chrysanthe's help in other things. Her mother had always instilled upon her that it didn't matter your rank in society. Fairness and reciprocity were always the basis of good relations.
Chrysanthe was very relieved when Perse indicated that the wasn’t upset by the misunderstandings in the conversation. She would have hated to find herself in the bad graces of a noble. Especially this noble woman. She seemed so nice, and Chrysanthe would have hated to upset her, even unintentionally. At least the two of them finally seemed to be coming to some sort of understanding. Or if they weren’t Perse was being very nice about the whole thing. Chrysanthe wasn’t entirely sure which one she should believe.
When Perse offered her trade with Chrysanthe, she couldn’t believe her luck. She had been struggling so hard to find a job so that she could live, and here one had fallen into her lap, completely out of the blue. “Oh of course!” Chrysanthe almost bounced in her excitement. It was something she could easily help with and it was more than she could ever ask for for payment. “But you’re paying too much for my simple skills. It’s not like I could do much with books anyway. I can’t read them, and they are too precious to trust to the likes of me.” She said the last with no sense of embarrassment. It was a simple fact of her station that she had never been taught to read. She’d had no reason to. Sure she’d been taught to figure so that she could sell trinkets in the market, but books were few and far between, and the money was much better spent for food or clothing for the children.
Then it occurred to her that perhaps she shouldn’t have been so blunt with Perse. After all, she had only meant to be kind by offering all these things to her. She quickly backtracked. “I mean no disrespect, my lady. Only, you are too generous.” Chrysanthe hoped that her apology would be adequate for arguing with the wisdom of what this noblewoman had offered her.
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Chrysanthe was very relieved when Perse indicated that the wasn’t upset by the misunderstandings in the conversation. She would have hated to find herself in the bad graces of a noble. Especially this noble woman. She seemed so nice, and Chrysanthe would have hated to upset her, even unintentionally. At least the two of them finally seemed to be coming to some sort of understanding. Or if they weren’t Perse was being very nice about the whole thing. Chrysanthe wasn’t entirely sure which one she should believe.
When Perse offered her trade with Chrysanthe, she couldn’t believe her luck. She had been struggling so hard to find a job so that she could live, and here one had fallen into her lap, completely out of the blue. “Oh of course!” Chrysanthe almost bounced in her excitement. It was something she could easily help with and it was more than she could ever ask for for payment. “But you’re paying too much for my simple skills. It’s not like I could do much with books anyway. I can’t read them, and they are too precious to trust to the likes of me.” She said the last with no sense of embarrassment. It was a simple fact of her station that she had never been taught to read. She’d had no reason to. Sure she’d been taught to figure so that she could sell trinkets in the market, but books were few and far between, and the money was much better spent for food or clothing for the children.
Then it occurred to her that perhaps she shouldn’t have been so blunt with Perse. After all, she had only meant to be kind by offering all these things to her. She quickly backtracked. “I mean no disrespect, my lady. Only, you are too generous.” Chrysanthe hoped that her apology would be adequate for arguing with the wisdom of what this noblewoman had offered her.
Chrysanthe was very relieved when Perse indicated that the wasn’t upset by the misunderstandings in the conversation. She would have hated to find herself in the bad graces of a noble. Especially this noble woman. She seemed so nice, and Chrysanthe would have hated to upset her, even unintentionally. At least the two of them finally seemed to be coming to some sort of understanding. Or if they weren’t Perse was being very nice about the whole thing. Chrysanthe wasn’t entirely sure which one she should believe.
When Perse offered her trade with Chrysanthe, she couldn’t believe her luck. She had been struggling so hard to find a job so that she could live, and here one had fallen into her lap, completely out of the blue. “Oh of course!” Chrysanthe almost bounced in her excitement. It was something she could easily help with and it was more than she could ever ask for for payment. “But you’re paying too much for my simple skills. It’s not like I could do much with books anyway. I can’t read them, and they are too precious to trust to the likes of me.” She said the last with no sense of embarrassment. It was a simple fact of her station that she had never been taught to read. She’d had no reason to. Sure she’d been taught to figure so that she could sell trinkets in the market, but books were few and far between, and the money was much better spent for food or clothing for the children.
Then it occurred to her that perhaps she shouldn’t have been so blunt with Perse. After all, she had only meant to be kind by offering all these things to her. She quickly backtracked. “I mean no disrespect, my lady. Only, you are too generous.” Chrysanthe hoped that her apology would be adequate for arguing with the wisdom of what this noblewoman had offered her.
Persephone blinked in surprise when the girl immediately agreed to the work but turned down part of the payment. She could not help but admit to surprise. It was clear that this girl had very little of her own and claimed not much more to be within her remit of potential. She likely had few clothes, no money, was perhaps without food at times. At least, that was the impression that she had given Persephone during their conversation. And yet, here Persephone was offering her an answer to all of that with payment that would be demonstrably larger than usual pay - and yet still a small sacrifice on her part - and yet the girl refused it.
It was in that moment that Persephone decided that she very much liked Chrysanthe. Whilst she did not approve of the girl's limited self-esteem and worried for her mental impression of herself, anyone who was determined to turn down a boon for themselves in the name of fairness, not matter how in need their situation was, was someone that Persephone could respect and like.
"Then it is settled." Persephone said, hardly dissuaded by the girl's words and waving away her fears that she had shown disrespect in her assurances of the books being of little help. "I shall trade you like for like. You shall teach me to sew. And I shall teach you to read." Persephone smiled. "That would be fair, would it not?"
Yet on the side of things, Persephone had every intention of bringing food and a little coin to each and every lesson that Chrysanthe might agree to undertake, so that she might eat during the class and then offer the same to her new friend. For she had been taught by her mother that a gift is not measured by how large or small an impact it makes on those who receive it. But on how generous it is upon the giver. And Persephone could spare the food. Which made it a small gift in and of itself.
Glancing over her shoulder, Persephone found herself considering the return home but feeling lighter and warmer than she had in a week. Chrysanthe's happy temperament and open honesty - not to mention her constant desire to please and not offend - had reminded her that life could be just a little brighter if you looked for it. And now she was ready to turn back to reality.
"I think that I should depart now." She told the girl. "I shall give you that journey back to the village, as I promised, but perhaps we might also meet tomorrow? At midday? We could have our first exchange of lessons?"
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Persephone blinked in surprise when the girl immediately agreed to the work but turned down part of the payment. She could not help but admit to surprise. It was clear that this girl had very little of her own and claimed not much more to be within her remit of potential. She likely had few clothes, no money, was perhaps without food at times. At least, that was the impression that she had given Persephone during their conversation. And yet, here Persephone was offering her an answer to all of that with payment that would be demonstrably larger than usual pay - and yet still a small sacrifice on her part - and yet the girl refused it.
It was in that moment that Persephone decided that she very much liked Chrysanthe. Whilst she did not approve of the girl's limited self-esteem and worried for her mental impression of herself, anyone who was determined to turn down a boon for themselves in the name of fairness, not matter how in need their situation was, was someone that Persephone could respect and like.
"Then it is settled." Persephone said, hardly dissuaded by the girl's words and waving away her fears that she had shown disrespect in her assurances of the books being of little help. "I shall trade you like for like. You shall teach me to sew. And I shall teach you to read." Persephone smiled. "That would be fair, would it not?"
Yet on the side of things, Persephone had every intention of bringing food and a little coin to each and every lesson that Chrysanthe might agree to undertake, so that she might eat during the class and then offer the same to her new friend. For she had been taught by her mother that a gift is not measured by how large or small an impact it makes on those who receive it. But on how generous it is upon the giver. And Persephone could spare the food. Which made it a small gift in and of itself.
Glancing over her shoulder, Persephone found herself considering the return home but feeling lighter and warmer than she had in a week. Chrysanthe's happy temperament and open honesty - not to mention her constant desire to please and not offend - had reminded her that life could be just a little brighter if you looked for it. And now she was ready to turn back to reality.
"I think that I should depart now." She told the girl. "I shall give you that journey back to the village, as I promised, but perhaps we might also meet tomorrow? At midday? We could have our first exchange of lessons?"
Persephone blinked in surprise when the girl immediately agreed to the work but turned down part of the payment. She could not help but admit to surprise. It was clear that this girl had very little of her own and claimed not much more to be within her remit of potential. She likely had few clothes, no money, was perhaps without food at times. At least, that was the impression that she had given Persephone during their conversation. And yet, here Persephone was offering her an answer to all of that with payment that would be demonstrably larger than usual pay - and yet still a small sacrifice on her part - and yet the girl refused it.
It was in that moment that Persephone decided that she very much liked Chrysanthe. Whilst she did not approve of the girl's limited self-esteem and worried for her mental impression of herself, anyone who was determined to turn down a boon for themselves in the name of fairness, not matter how in need their situation was, was someone that Persephone could respect and like.
"Then it is settled." Persephone said, hardly dissuaded by the girl's words and waving away her fears that she had shown disrespect in her assurances of the books being of little help. "I shall trade you like for like. You shall teach me to sew. And I shall teach you to read." Persephone smiled. "That would be fair, would it not?"
Yet on the side of things, Persephone had every intention of bringing food and a little coin to each and every lesson that Chrysanthe might agree to undertake, so that she might eat during the class and then offer the same to her new friend. For she had been taught by her mother that a gift is not measured by how large or small an impact it makes on those who receive it. But on how generous it is upon the giver. And Persephone could spare the food. Which made it a small gift in and of itself.
Glancing over her shoulder, Persephone found herself considering the return home but feeling lighter and warmer than she had in a week. Chrysanthe's happy temperament and open honesty - not to mention her constant desire to please and not offend - had reminded her that life could be just a little brighter if you looked for it. And now she was ready to turn back to reality.
"I think that I should depart now." She told the girl. "I shall give you that journey back to the village, as I promised, but perhaps we might also meet tomorrow? At midday? We could have our first exchange of lessons?"
It was something that Chrysanthe had never dreamed might happen to her, being offered to be taught to read. Until the opportunity had been offered to her, Chrysanthe had not realized just how much she wanted this opportunity. To think that soon she would be able to decipher the symbols written on things, or hear a story told by someone who she had never met. The thought was almost too much to take in and she couldn’t believe it was actually happening to her. “Yes of course!” she exclaimed quickly, afraid that if she hesitated too much the offer might be retracted. She couldn’t afford to miss this opportunity.
Almost immediately Chrysanthe worried that she had been too enthusiastic with her response. She didn’t want to offend Perse. But when she glanced over, the woman seemed to be smiling. Maybe she was getting the hang of this talking to nobles thing after all. It certainly boded well for future interactions with Perse, and she felt like she could relax a bit around this woman. It was hard to believe that just this morning she had been struggling to find a job. Now she was going to be working for Perse, teaching and learning in turn.
Chrysanthe smiled back at Perse. “Yes, that works,” Chrysanthe agreed to the terms of Perse’s meeting the next day. To be honest, Chrysanthe would have said yes to whatever terms the noblewoman had set for the start of their lessons, unlike other jobs she had had, this was one that she was looking forward to. She mentally went through what she would need to bring for the next day’s lesson. Luckily Perse had been clever enough to place the lesson late enough in the day that Chrysanthe would have the morning to prepare. Chrysanthe couldn’t help but be in the best mood she had enjoyed in the longest time, as they walked back towards the village.
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It was something that Chrysanthe had never dreamed might happen to her, being offered to be taught to read. Until the opportunity had been offered to her, Chrysanthe had not realized just how much she wanted this opportunity. To think that soon she would be able to decipher the symbols written on things, or hear a story told by someone who she had never met. The thought was almost too much to take in and she couldn’t believe it was actually happening to her. “Yes of course!” she exclaimed quickly, afraid that if she hesitated too much the offer might be retracted. She couldn’t afford to miss this opportunity.
Almost immediately Chrysanthe worried that she had been too enthusiastic with her response. She didn’t want to offend Perse. But when she glanced over, the woman seemed to be smiling. Maybe she was getting the hang of this talking to nobles thing after all. It certainly boded well for future interactions with Perse, and she felt like she could relax a bit around this woman. It was hard to believe that just this morning she had been struggling to find a job. Now she was going to be working for Perse, teaching and learning in turn.
Chrysanthe smiled back at Perse. “Yes, that works,” Chrysanthe agreed to the terms of Perse’s meeting the next day. To be honest, Chrysanthe would have said yes to whatever terms the noblewoman had set for the start of their lessons, unlike other jobs she had had, this was one that she was looking forward to. She mentally went through what she would need to bring for the next day’s lesson. Luckily Perse had been clever enough to place the lesson late enough in the day that Chrysanthe would have the morning to prepare. Chrysanthe couldn’t help but be in the best mood she had enjoyed in the longest time, as they walked back towards the village.
It was something that Chrysanthe had never dreamed might happen to her, being offered to be taught to read. Until the opportunity had been offered to her, Chrysanthe had not realized just how much she wanted this opportunity. To think that soon she would be able to decipher the symbols written on things, or hear a story told by someone who she had never met. The thought was almost too much to take in and she couldn’t believe it was actually happening to her. “Yes of course!” she exclaimed quickly, afraid that if she hesitated too much the offer might be retracted. She couldn’t afford to miss this opportunity.
Almost immediately Chrysanthe worried that she had been too enthusiastic with her response. She didn’t want to offend Perse. But when she glanced over, the woman seemed to be smiling. Maybe she was getting the hang of this talking to nobles thing after all. It certainly boded well for future interactions with Perse, and she felt like she could relax a bit around this woman. It was hard to believe that just this morning she had been struggling to find a job. Now she was going to be working for Perse, teaching and learning in turn.
Chrysanthe smiled back at Perse. “Yes, that works,” Chrysanthe agreed to the terms of Perse’s meeting the next day. To be honest, Chrysanthe would have said yes to whatever terms the noblewoman had set for the start of their lessons, unlike other jobs she had had, this was one that she was looking forward to. She mentally went through what she would need to bring for the next day’s lesson. Luckily Perse had been clever enough to place the lesson late enough in the day that Chrysanthe would have the morning to prepare. Chrysanthe couldn’t help but be in the best mood she had enjoyed in the longest time, as they walked back towards the village.