Leon walked towards Cecily with a sigh, noticing her distress. He reached out a hand, and instead of hitting her or anything, he curled his arm around her waist and hugged her. "Calm down. If you get panicked, nothing will go right. Just breathe and take it easy, don't run around like you're scared." He said, stroking her hair lightly. "If you have to get her maid, do so calmly, don't show how frightened you are. If you do, you make everyone else panicked, too." He let go of her and smiled. "So go get her. If things get too bad, you can tell me; I do study medical terms and practices after all." He then looked up, hearing the whinny of a horse. "I suppose I'll have to see what that is..." He muttered.
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Geneveive was quite happy right now. She was playing the flute for some children, joining in their dancing. She loved children, and she loved playing music for them. She wasn't a master of flute, but she could play a few songs, and even a couple she made up, like this one; a bouncy, quick song she played for the children that they loved to dance to. She was better at nursing and doctoring, but this she enjoyed as well. She did it in her spare time, often dressing in clothes that didn't show her nobility, so they wouldn't feel shy. This was no exception. She wore a rather dingy brown dress that was common among servant girls or peasants. It was comfortable and airy, much better than the elegant gowns that she had to wear in the house and at parties. She went barefoot, like nearly all of the children, because it felt like she was free. The cold stones of the town square felt good on the soles of her feet. She enjoyed the time she could just get out of the house, and do what she wanted for a bit. Her hair didn't need to be tied up into something extravagant, so she let it down and run free. It was something she loved to do, almost as much as study medicine.
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Lamont was once again at the local firearms shop, looking over their new inventory. It was the only one in town, and he frequented it so often, he and the owner were on a first name basis. "Hey Charles, how much is this one?" The red head questioned, pointing at a brand new revolver, a shiny silver with gold lining a few areas. "Five hundred gold coins." Said the owner from the counter. Lamont nodded, intrigued by it. How much silver was needed to make it able to withstand the pressure of gunpowder? Could there be impurities to make it have the same effect? Was there gold actually keeping it together? And if so, wouldn't that be really heavy? All the questions were running through the young man's head. "And you can't dissect this one!" Charles, the owner, told him. "But I put them back together! Just as they were!" Lamont objected with a light pout. "That may be so, but if you even so much as scratch that one, I'll be run out of business. I'm holding it for a different noble from the next town over. Lamont mumbled something under his breath, and stood away from the glass case. "Got anything else new? I need something else to take apart. Someday, I'm going to make my own gun, that'll combine some of the best qualities of all of the modern guns. And that's how I'll make my fortune considering I get only a fraction of a fraction of the fraction my parents will have left after giving my sister all that money for college, and her birthright." The store owner smirked. "Don't get too carried away, now. Let me check, I think I have something for you."