[ She may not be able to see his frown, but pity always stings the senses like a pungent odor. It hasn't been, necessarily, that no one has offered her a speck of kindness for her service. Moreso that she has existed under such strict conditions for so long, she has learned to curtail such gestures herself. She would not call it a fear of punishment—after all, the Scribes would be hard pressed to punish her any more severely than they already have—but it made living easier in the long run. Anticipating nothing to avoid the letdown. And not to be harangued by the ghosts of Rites past for having an ounce of fun. ]
[ No, she has, as a matter of fact, been asked more than once as to how her day had been, if only by the same person. And were it not for that weary old Reader lying cold and asleep up among the stars, she may not have even had the will to invite herself over so boldly just now. And even if it is fueled by pity, the way he snaps the idea right up leaves an undeniably warm feeling in her chest. ]
[ She stands hugging it close, arms folded as they often are in the chill of the Crystal when he appears. With, from the loud and manic sound of it, his gifts in tow. ]
And you are looking sprightly as ever, I presume. [ Take it or leave it. With that arm snugging around her shoulders, she shrugs her own arms loose to wrap one around his waist to return the greeting. But the other is quick to catch his none-too-slick maneuvering and her hand springs to pin the smooth glass object against her side, sloshing its contents ever faintly. Not to yank it from him, but to feel out its cylindrical, narrowing shape with a piqued curiosity. Her brow furrows, though not for more than a second before she shoots him a grin. ] Do tell me this is what I think it is.
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[ No, she has, as a matter of fact, been asked more than once as to how her day had been, if only by the same person. And were it not for that weary old Reader lying cold and asleep up among the stars, she may not have even had the will to invite herself over so boldly just now. And even if it is fueled by pity, the way he snaps the idea right up leaves an undeniably warm feeling in her chest. ]
[ She stands hugging it close, arms folded as they often are in the chill of the Crystal when he appears. With, from the loud and manic sound of it, his gifts in tow. ]
And you are looking sprightly as ever, I presume. [ Take it or leave it. With that arm snugging around her shoulders, she shrugs her own arms loose to wrap one around his waist to return the greeting. But the other is quick to catch his none-too-slick maneuvering and her hand springs to pin the smooth glass object against her side, sloshing its contents ever faintly. Not to yank it from him, but to feel out its cylindrical, narrowing shape with a piqued curiosity. Her brow furrows, though not for more than a second before she shoots him a grin. ] Do tell me this is what I think it is.