[Heaven help her. She really will lose her mind if they carry on like this. Her mouth twists, she blinks quick. Recovers, but only just.]
...No. You're not selfish at all.
[They feel like voyeurs, these glittering gems of eyes. She has a mad urge to cover them. Don't look. At her, at him. If she could pluck them free and smooth the scales down she would. What more does this man have to go through? All in the name of, what? Nothing?
That's the most egregious part. She can't even think of a subpar moral to slap onto these trials.
Rosamund looks to the gorget and smiles. It's easier to address than the rest. Something that won't choke her with potent words.]
But of course.
[Even sat down Sidon is of a size. Rosamund brings herself onto the ledge at his side, sat high on her knees so she might reach around the back of his neck. The clasp is at the rear here, and she is working blind. Close, too, leaned into the gesture and so left face to face with him.
He has lovely eyes. Golden, but of a different tone than Ylfa's. It reminds her of things reflected underwater, when sunlight splits on brilliant colors in the current.
The clasp yields. She smoothes it around his neck and lets her hands rest at his front.]
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...No. You're not selfish at all.
[They feel like voyeurs, these glittering gems of eyes. She has a mad urge to cover them. Don't look. At her, at him. If she could pluck them free and smooth the scales down she would. What more does this man have to go through? All in the name of, what? Nothing?
That's the most egregious part. She can't even think of a subpar moral to slap onto these trials.
Rosamund looks to the gorget and smiles. It's easier to address than the rest. Something that won't choke her with potent words.]
But of course.
[Even sat down Sidon is of a size. Rosamund brings herself onto the ledge at his side, sat high on her knees so she might reach around the back of his neck. The clasp is at the rear here, and she is working blind. Close, too, leaned into the gesture and so left face to face with him.
He has lovely eyes. Golden, but of a different tone than Ylfa's. It reminds her of things reflected underwater, when sunlight splits on brilliant colors in the current.
The clasp yields. She smoothes it around his neck and lets her hands rest at his front.]
Is that all right?