“Gwendolyn, you cannot possibly think that-” “I’ve been working with those systems in the testing shop since I could walk, and I’m quite sure I will go mad if I have to endure two years’ worth of introductory courses.” “I would be more than pleased to see you enter the Etheric Engineering Academy along with-” I will not attend Lady Hadshaw’s Finishing Academy.” “Mother, we can have this conversation again if you wish, but I have not altered my intentions in the least. You have simply pretended I wasn’t in the room when I broached the subject.” “There has been no discussion,” Mother said, folding her arms. She began to smile but glanced aside at Mother and schooled her expression into soberly appropriate diffidence. Gwendolyn tried the motion again and smiled. She made a series of quick, deft adjustments and asked, “Is that better?” “Just a moment, miss.” Sarah bent nearer the gauntlet’s fastenings, eyeing them over the rims of her spectacles. “The number three strap is too tight, Sarah. “Now, Mother,” Gwendolyn replied absently, “we have discussed the matter at length upon multiple occasions.” She frowned down at the gauntlet upon her left hand and rotated her wrist slightly. “Gwendolyn Margaret Elizabeth Lancaster,” said Mother in a firm, cross voice, “you will cease this nonsense at once.” Spire Albion, Habble Morning, House Lancaster
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