[ The universe is playing some sort of awful joke on her with the way Claude keeps throwing out words like oldest and dearest friend. No, not throwing them out, she thinks — that's some awful, doubting voice in her head that she refuses to give any sort of power to. But that doesn't stop the pang in her heart. He's her friend and as high of an honour as that is for Claude, it feels like a condemnation that she's been trying so desperately to come to terms with for the last several weeks.
She thought that she'd be over it by now. But then again, she's never really felt heart ache (the word comes unbidden to her mind, and she has to shove it away because surely that's not what this is) before; or maybe that's what happened when it was something that mattered to her. Whatever swirl of feelings she's experiencing only slips through the look in her eyes ever so briefly before it's gone again with another cheeky grin. ]
Is it really bribing when I paid for the beads myself and you're getting a whole new necklace out of it? That sounds like a pretty strange definition of the word to me. Setheth would probably make you write out an essay about what bribery actually is.
[ Another joke at Seteth's expense is added on for good measure even as she silently sends an apology to the stern but kind man that was growing on her. It's a very brief one because before she knows it they're in front of the stall Claude had in mind. Colour her impressed. She can't help the spark of curiosity that appears in her eyes as she dives in to inspect the selection of paints. ]
Really? Did you mix these yourself? [ Her head darts up to look at the merchant who gives her a kind smile and a nod. ] That's amazing! I'm guessing I'd have to reapply the enchantment every so often to keep an effect, but that's — [ Suddenly she catches herself, fully aware that she's probably proving Claude's suspicion about her project from earlier. ] probably not a problem for anyone into that sort of thing.
[ Not her smoothest recovery but what else is she supposed to do? Her hair hangs on either side of her face as she returns to examining the paints rather intensely this time. ]
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She thought that she'd be over it by now. But then again, she's never really felt heart ache (the word comes unbidden to her mind, and she has to shove it away because surely that's not what this is) before; or maybe that's what happened when it was something that mattered to her. Whatever swirl of feelings she's experiencing only slips through the look in her eyes ever so briefly before it's gone again with another cheeky grin. ]
Is it really bribing when I paid for the beads myself and you're getting a whole new necklace out of it? That sounds like a pretty strange definition of the word to me. Setheth would probably make you write out an essay about what bribery actually is.
[ Another joke at Seteth's expense is added on for good measure even as she silently sends an apology to the stern but kind man that was growing on her. It's a very brief one because before she knows it they're in front of the stall Claude had in mind. Colour her impressed. She can't help the spark of curiosity that appears in her eyes as she dives in to inspect the selection of paints. ]
Really? Did you mix these yourself? [ Her head darts up to look at the merchant who gives her a kind smile and a nod. ] That's amazing! I'm guessing I'd have to reapply the enchantment every so often to keep an effect, but that's — [ Suddenly she catches herself, fully aware that she's probably proving Claude's suspicion about her project from earlier. ] probably not a problem for anyone into that sort of thing.
[ Not her smoothest recovery but what else is she supposed to do? Her hair hangs on either side of her face as she returns to examining the paints rather intensely this time. ]