Marie Impression
As requested, one Marie impression. Nothing really foip-y.
What was her name...ah, Marie. That was it. Curious little critter, smelled of the old world like any you care to name. Silent a lot of the time, other times she'd be standing up, tucking tabards in, flattening out creases, trying to make us all that bit uniform. Like she'd ever succeed in making the house C servants perfect Flembic toys. Caught between the oddness of sitting in a tent, to the stark difference this place is to her old home, she seemed to fall back on basic, anachronistic principles her mommy taught her as a kid. Servants look neat. Servants don't talk when the important people are speaking. Servants do what their told, when their told, and throw in a bow, a curtsy and hurry away in case they steal their masters air. That's the world she knows, and when she's out of it, like a cat caught at sea. Trying to make everything as it was so its nice and comfortable for her pretty little head.
Old world indeed. I better be missing something, cause right now, I wouldn't have the time of day for her.