Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2023 23:56:29 GMT -5
Evangeline's laughter only continued, echoing as Ber pretended that he thought that was what balls were really like. "Of course, silly, what else would we do if not quiz one another before a dance?" she said in the same sarcastic tone. "And I have no idea," she added. "Nothing of note, as far as I know. But I'm sure something happened. What shall we decide? Perhaps a very strong witch lost her mind and summoned a hoard of small creatures that create chaos in the streets! It was only found a day later that they were, in fact, harmless. The witch merely wanted to frighten everyone. We'll call it the Summoning Stampede of seven-thirty-four."
It was a silly little story, but the first one that had come to mind.
"Yes, I hope so," she agreed. "I'm not sure how much they'll tell me, truthfully. I've heard they're very open with their knowledge, but I'm not sure if that extends to outsiders. I suppose I'll find out, won't I? I hope they're as kind as they are smart."
Speaking of the Dresmondi held her interest as much as his story about the enchanted paintings. Of course she would have loved to meet the Dresmondi, or even travel there to see the land for herself, but that wouldn't be possible with the Eldouir controlling the kingdom. Like before, she hung on every word. She was following him into the tavern and leading him to a table like she were on auto-pilot, making the decisions but not really paying much attention to them. As they sat she ordered her drink and her food, something very plain and average, without even looking at the server because her eyes were still focused on Ber.
Resting her elbows on the table and her face in her hands (something she would never, ever do with other nobles around), she nodded. "That all sounds so fascinating," she said, eyes filled with dreams. "It must feel so strange to have part of you...outside of you," she said, unable to really phrase it in a grace way or a way that sounded like it made any sense. "I cannot imagine having something so close to you. Even closer than...a sibling or significant other, because obviously you can't know their thoughts. I wonder if they're able to hide anything at all from one another. I've read a little about Dresmond, and I've seen things like this stated in books. But to hear it first hand," she paused, shaking her head. "Secondhand, I suppose. Anyway, to have it confirmed like this...I suppose I just really enjoy learning about the cultures of other kingdoms. I hope I'm not boring you to death. You must have spoken of this a hundred times already. Having a Dresmondi friend is so cool, though."
"What do you mean, why?" Warren asked, standing above Elisse and Theo as they did push-ups. "This is part of your punishments."
Ian and Winnie, both finally exhausted from training all morning, had elected to take a break. They laid on the ground on either side of Warren, their arms and legs spread making their bodies in the shape of an X, their faces turned up to the clouds. "How many do we have to do?" Elisse asked for the third time.
"As many as you can before it feels like your arms are going to fall off," Theo answered her in a brittle tone. Clearly his patience with her was running thin. "You know why and you know how many, why do you insist on continuing to ask Uncle Warren?"
"Because I keep hoping that his answer will change, Theo. Stop being such an insufferable brown-noser," she shot back through grunts of exertion.
"I'll stop if you stop whining," Theo shot back. Warren rolled his eyes.
"Enough, both of you. Do your push-ups in silence, you're giving me a headache."
It was a silly little story, but the first one that had come to mind.
"Yes, I hope so," she agreed. "I'm not sure how much they'll tell me, truthfully. I've heard they're very open with their knowledge, but I'm not sure if that extends to outsiders. I suppose I'll find out, won't I? I hope they're as kind as they are smart."
Speaking of the Dresmondi held her interest as much as his story about the enchanted paintings. Of course she would have loved to meet the Dresmondi, or even travel there to see the land for herself, but that wouldn't be possible with the Eldouir controlling the kingdom. Like before, she hung on every word. She was following him into the tavern and leading him to a table like she were on auto-pilot, making the decisions but not really paying much attention to them. As they sat she ordered her drink and her food, something very plain and average, without even looking at the server because her eyes were still focused on Ber.
Resting her elbows on the table and her face in her hands (something she would never, ever do with other nobles around), she nodded. "That all sounds so fascinating," she said, eyes filled with dreams. "It must feel so strange to have part of you...outside of you," she said, unable to really phrase it in a grace way or a way that sounded like it made any sense. "I cannot imagine having something so close to you. Even closer than...a sibling or significant other, because obviously you can't know their thoughts. I wonder if they're able to hide anything at all from one another. I've read a little about Dresmond, and I've seen things like this stated in books. But to hear it first hand," she paused, shaking her head. "Secondhand, I suppose. Anyway, to have it confirmed like this...I suppose I just really enjoy learning about the cultures of other kingdoms. I hope I'm not boring you to death. You must have spoken of this a hundred times already. Having a Dresmondi friend is so cool, though."
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"What do you mean, why?" Warren asked, standing above Elisse and Theo as they did push-ups. "This is part of your punishments."
Ian and Winnie, both finally exhausted from training all morning, had elected to take a break. They laid on the ground on either side of Warren, their arms and legs spread making their bodies in the shape of an X, their faces turned up to the clouds. "How many do we have to do?" Elisse asked for the third time.
"As many as you can before it feels like your arms are going to fall off," Theo answered her in a brittle tone. Clearly his patience with her was running thin. "You know why and you know how many, why do you insist on continuing to ask Uncle Warren?"
"Because I keep hoping that his answer will change, Theo. Stop being such an insufferable brown-noser," she shot back through grunts of exertion.
"I'll stop if you stop whining," Theo shot back. Warren rolled his eyes.
"Enough, both of you. Do your push-ups in silence, you're giving me a headache."