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Re: Thought is the Wind, Knowledge the Sail (BlueSlime) GMed by Takimaru
"Oh no, he wouldn't need to have pressured me or anything..." said Wenille, blushing. "And yeah, it was... I don't wanna brag, but, wow," she added, leaving it at that for the time being. Perhaps it was Eilinor's presence?
To the query about her necklace, she replied, "A little, but I mean, every enchanted trinket kind of does to begin with, right? Just this one a bit more than others, since it's so rare."
Finally, regarding Cleff, she didn't fight too hard to concede the point. "I guess you're right. Better than shocking himself--or you--while he's practicing applications in the middle of ... well, theory."
Arianne responded with melodic laughter. "Ahaha! My, I imagine! I'm glad that I don't have Cendricks as mine, but I've heard the horror stories," replied the girl. "I don't take very well to being yelled at like that so often. I'm sure I'd just hate it, too! I'm far too delicate for that sort of thing. Plus me, a battle mage... as if! I guarantee you, by choice or otherwise, that you will never find me on the roads or taverns in such a lowly position. Isn't that right, Brenn?"
"Yeup," replied her man with a chuckle. He gave Hiri a nod of acknowledgment, as did the other males in the vicinity. The Talean girl wouldn't feel anything extra in the glances sometimes placed her way, other than a feeling of general acceptance among those in the group.
"Definitely not my thing either," said Davend. "Hathwin is good, though."
"That's who we got for today, actually!" exclaimed Wenille. "Had an assistant with him and everything. It was a little weird at first, but he doesn't have this odd fetish for screaming at people, so I wasn't one to complain."
"Not a fan of Cendricks' screaming? Hrm... I guess I'm just used to it," remarked Rancent. "That style of discipline, that is."
"To each their own, right? Ehehe," Wenille chimed in nervously.
"Sure," said Davend, "but speaking of taste, I did make something this time around. Care to try?" As if rehearsed, one of the servants staffing the bar appeared with a silver platter, filled with treats. Each with a small, bite-sized pastry, and the members of the group took turns getting one for themselves. Hiri would find the dessert to be just a little tangy, with a hint of chocolate flavor and just enough breading to cushion the sweetness of it all.
"My," said Arianne. "I'm going to get fat if I hang around you too much when you actually bother to bring these sorts of things."
"Ohmffrrgh..." murmured Tria. She rolled her eyes upward and made a pleased smile.
"I think that means she approves," clarified Anwen. "They are quite nice."
"Thank you, I think! It's... just an experiment," explained Davend. "Though I mean, any details, criticisms? I know different people look for different things from their desserts..."
"Yeah, you'll make a great wife someday," teased Brenn, causing a small bout of laughter from the others.
Meanwhile, Galseth kissed Wenille on the cheek and bid her farewell for the time being, as he hurried up on stage to play with the band as he did before. The music and festivities soon begun. And while there were at least two dozen others, if not more, present at the party in addition to those Hiri had first recognized, the Wind Major seemed to fit right in with this particular group.
A partner dance had begun, and this one seemed a bit more dramatic and lively than the somewhat subdued, structured nature of the last one Hiri had partaken in. Mirto took Hiri's hand. "May I? Compared to last week's, this dance may be more your speed."
With her approval, he guided her to the floor, where others had also begun, and winked before leading her to dance. He was easy enough to follow, and yet he assured her: "Don't know the steps? Don't worry--you don't need to. In Grisalesca, is better to let your body follow the music, I always say. I much prefer these sorts of dances instead, don't you?"
Placing a hand on her hip, his movements proved precise, controlled, and yet fluid, perhaps expected of a duelist like himself. No matter where she felt like stepping, he never once stepped on her feet, and yet he seemed so close to her in bodily proximity. His guiding hand suggested that Hiri move her hips in rhythm with the lively beat, as he did the same. "Taleans do love to dance, don't they? It is good for couples... that way, you know how your partner moves their body, how they express themselves. So you know what to expect! Very... primal in nature," he explained. But from then on, he didn't need to elaborate, as the dance did the rest. Even Hiri, fit as she might have been from years on a ship, could work up a healthy sweat with such a lively dance--closer to the kinds that she was more accustomed to seeing.
"Oh no, he wouldn't need to have pressured me or anything..." said Wenille, blushing. "And yeah, it was... I don't wanna brag, but, wow," she added, leaving it at that for the time being. Perhaps it was Eilinor's presence?
To the query about her necklace, she replied, "A little, but I mean, every enchanted trinket kind of does to begin with, right? Just this one a bit more than others, since it's so rare."
Finally, regarding Cleff, she didn't fight too hard to concede the point. "I guess you're right. Better than shocking himself--or you--while he's practicing applications in the middle of ... well, theory."
~~~~~
Arianne responded with melodic laughter. "Ahaha! My, I imagine! I'm glad that I don't have Cendricks as mine, but I've heard the horror stories," replied the girl. "I don't take very well to being yelled at like that so often. I'm sure I'd just hate it, too! I'm far too delicate for that sort of thing. Plus me, a battle mage... as if! I guarantee you, by choice or otherwise, that you will never find me on the roads or taverns in such a lowly position. Isn't that right, Brenn?"
"Yeup," replied her man with a chuckle. He gave Hiri a nod of acknowledgment, as did the other males in the vicinity. The Talean girl wouldn't feel anything extra in the glances sometimes placed her way, other than a feeling of general acceptance among those in the group.
"Definitely not my thing either," said Davend. "Hathwin is good, though."
"That's who we got for today, actually!" exclaimed Wenille. "Had an assistant with him and everything. It was a little weird at first, but he doesn't have this odd fetish for screaming at people, so I wasn't one to complain."
"Not a fan of Cendricks' screaming? Hrm... I guess I'm just used to it," remarked Rancent. "That style of discipline, that is."
"To each their own, right? Ehehe," Wenille chimed in nervously.
"Sure," said Davend, "but speaking of taste, I did make something this time around. Care to try?" As if rehearsed, one of the servants staffing the bar appeared with a silver platter, filled with treats. Each with a small, bite-sized pastry, and the members of the group took turns getting one for themselves. Hiri would find the dessert to be just a little tangy, with a hint of chocolate flavor and just enough breading to cushion the sweetness of it all.
"My," said Arianne. "I'm going to get fat if I hang around you too much when you actually bother to bring these sorts of things."
"Ohmffrrgh..." murmured Tria. She rolled her eyes upward and made a pleased smile.
"I think that means she approves," clarified Anwen. "They are quite nice."
"Thank you, I think! It's... just an experiment," explained Davend. "Though I mean, any details, criticisms? I know different people look for different things from their desserts..."
"Yeah, you'll make a great wife someday," teased Brenn, causing a small bout of laughter from the others.
Meanwhile, Galseth kissed Wenille on the cheek and bid her farewell for the time being, as he hurried up on stage to play with the band as he did before. The music and festivities soon begun. And while there were at least two dozen others, if not more, present at the party in addition to those Hiri had first recognized, the Wind Major seemed to fit right in with this particular group.
A partner dance had begun, and this one seemed a bit more dramatic and lively than the somewhat subdued, structured nature of the last one Hiri had partaken in. Mirto took Hiri's hand. "May I? Compared to last week's, this dance may be more your speed."
With her approval, he guided her to the floor, where others had also begun, and winked before leading her to dance. He was easy enough to follow, and yet he assured her: "Don't know the steps? Don't worry--you don't need to. In Grisalesca, is better to let your body follow the music, I always say. I much prefer these sorts of dances instead, don't you?"
Placing a hand on her hip, his movements proved precise, controlled, and yet fluid, perhaps expected of a duelist like himself. No matter where she felt like stepping, he never once stepped on her feet, and yet he seemed so close to her in bodily proximity. His guiding hand suggested that Hiri move her hips in rhythm with the lively beat, as he did the same. "Taleans do love to dance, don't they? It is good for couples... that way, you know how your partner moves their body, how they express themselves. So you know what to expect! Very... primal in nature," he explained. But from then on, he didn't need to elaborate, as the dance did the rest. Even Hiri, fit as she might have been from years on a ship, could work up a healthy sweat with such a lively dance--closer to the kinds that she was more accustomed to seeing.