[ Because that's the difference she finds in herself, not here, but always. It isn't good enough to her to passively accept anything. To be as was simply because that is what others do or find proper.
She pours out the drinks, filling them full. A need always to give as much as could be that comes as absent minded. The trickling sound she lets fill up between words. When it's done, she puts the drink container back, taking up the drinks in either her hands before turns back to him. A stiffness in all her limbs that comes with ceremony she uses to put a wall between herself an others where - his mind is so distinct to hers. Different to her own fires. But not displeasing for it. Lets it curl around her own like ground mist. ]
But then, I suppose. If we were in my home, as I was raised - my face would never be seen in public. I wore veils for much of my youth. So which people are you referring too?
[ A moment, just regarding him from her position. That still flat, still demanding gaze that clearly hasn't lowered for anyone, not for a very long time. Not to make him drop his own, but in sheer expectation he will meet it. She will look, she will see, she will drag it all up and expose it to the unforgiving light. Then it cools, striding up to him in the same soft patter of bells, holding the cup up for him to take. ]
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[ Because that's the difference she finds in herself, not here, but always. It isn't good enough to her to passively accept anything. To be as was simply because that is what others do or find proper.
She pours out the drinks, filling them full. A need always to give as much as could be that comes as absent minded. The trickling sound she lets fill up between words. When it's done, she puts the drink container back, taking up the drinks in either her hands before turns back to him. A stiffness in all her limbs that comes with ceremony she uses to put a wall between herself an others where - his mind is so distinct to hers. Different to her own fires. But not displeasing for it. Lets it curl around her own like ground mist. ]
But then, I suppose. If we were in my home, as I was raised - my face would never be seen in public. I wore veils for much of my youth. So which people are you referring too?
[ A moment, just regarding him from her position. That still flat, still demanding gaze that clearly hasn't lowered for anyone, not for a very long time. Not to make him drop his own, but in sheer expectation he will meet it. She will look, she will see, she will drag it all up and expose it to the unforgiving light. Then it cools, striding up to him in the same soft patter of bells, holding the cup up for him to take. ]