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[shri]

ＬＡＤＹ ＬＡＫＳＨＭＩ
( Lady Lakshmi, Bai Saheba, Rani Lakshmibai )

ＶＯＩＣＥ | ＡＣＴＩＯＮ | ＮＯＴＥＳ

Unavaliable To All:

• 30mins around dawn
  
  Only to Voice:
  
• Hour training morning and evening
  
• Any time she's gone riding.
  
• When she's in the field.
  
  Only to Book:
  
• When she's otherwise in a meeting, leave a message.
  
• Very late at night or early in the morning.
  
  Other:
  
• She usually takes her morning meals in the mess hall with everyone else.
  
• Her days are usually spent in Kirkwall seeing to either her personal business or Inquisition tasks.
  
• She has a bath twice a day, every day.
  

Comments

[shri]

[ The winters of Jhansi were harshly empty, England's as rainy as she ever was. But there was, thankfully, no snow like she had seen. Let her die before getting stuck in that mess again. ]

Avvar. [ She softly repeats the word, learning it like the first time. Putting it clearly to remember it. ] So that is what it means. [ A soft inhale, as gently, she pries her hand free. Too close. Closer than either of them should be. ] A bird then?

[villieldr]

( that was barely snow, gurl

Anyway, Magni watched the hand withdraw, and nods solemnly. )

Ducks.

( so grave )

[shri]

... Ducks.

[ And then because she just can't help herself - mouth opening, being respectful as she can but even so. ] Ducks, have talons?

[ suspicious fucking squint. ]

[villieldr]

( Her look says “don’t they have talons in yor world?”

The shadow of a smile threatening to ruin everything as she suppressed it in favour of something more serious is, however, a traitor. )

Mmhmm.

[shri]

[ She stares at her, as hard as can be. Utterly doubting and yet - this conversation as has followed already gives her so much beyond belief. Why not ducks with vicious talons?

Just. There ought to be a line somewhere. ]

They do not.

[villieldr]

They do. As surely as foxes have trotters.

( :] )

[shri]

[ She looks utterly aghast for a moment - and no, Lakshmi, you saw foxes on the road. ]

You are playing with me. They have no such thing.

[ It's playful though, even if it's growled. Oh, no, no, she is going to make you play for it, Magni. ]

[villieldr]

I do not play.

( So very, very serious. )

You must have strange foxes, in your world.

( Sounds like weird and freaky, don't trust it. She even goes so far as to give Lakshmi a reproachful look. )

[shri]

That won't work, I saw foxes on the roads here.

[ So there. ]

The foxes of my home are quite similar, they have claws, unlike ducks.

[villieldr]

( Ah, well. It was good while it lasted. )

Unlike you.

( She's not scared, your majesty. )

[shri]

[ She can't - won't - say it. Fighting a smile and insult all at once. ]

Is that so?

[ The bite on the end of her tongue she that must keep back. And how is your back? ]

[villieldr]

( A little nod, and while Lakshmi didn't go there, )

I've gotten worse scratches from rain.

( :) )

[shri]

[ There's a look - a flat, challenging look, that says one day, one day very soon, Magni is going to come to regret those words. Dry, dry as anything. Since they're going there. ]

No, I suppose I found other things to draw from you than blood.

[villieldr]

( Her smile stays relaxed, easy. Unchallenged by the small queen. )

Your own satisfaction.

( Counting off on one thumb, and then a finger, )

sword craft. ( Should she continue )

[shri]

[ And a little more hotly, than she perhaps wants to be. Thank-god she was not fair, that it hides the flush she could feel working up her throat. Hot, slippery, a path that was easy to fall down. Because her temper had never been her best trait, and it had aged no better. Sharp at edges. ]

You forgot the most important one - my name from your lips.

[villieldr]

( Leaning down a little lower, closer, Magni tilts her head very slightly. )

And now I know even more names.

( Murmured, before her smile sharpens, almost mischievous. )

[shri]

[ This was a mistake, and she should leave, as quickly as she could, because there was a temptation here. Cool as deep water, and as easy to sink into. Even if it were memories enough to make it warm - the thought that all that snow might not be so hard to endure if there was a steady heat to counter it. ]

And yet, still not all of them. [ A reminder for herself. She steps back, out of that space before it drives her to recklessness ( another flaw, somewhere above her temper but below affection. ) ] You ought to come to a dinner I wish to have.

[villieldr]

( Challenge accepted.

And then her eyebrow raises. )

A dinner?

( is it going to be a sexy dinner )

[shri]

[ Maybe she'll ask Marcoulf to wear something cute ;) ]

As thanks for agreeing to make sure a unique blade. Not all would have wanted the opportunity, I know.

[villieldr]

Smiths who do not wish to craft are...

( A vague gesture with her hand. She's not sure how to express her displeasure. )

Without their heart.

( It seems like it should be a melodramatic statement. Somehow, it is not. ) I will refine for proper version. Higher quality materials.

[shri]

A blade is only as good as those that make them, use them.

[ A soft shake, how foolishly boys reached for glittering things over solid craftsmanship. Unable to know what would truly be worthy of them in their greed. ]

I will look forward to it. But please, bring the prototype to dinner, we might discuss it more there. If you have more questions then after you've had some time, by all means.

[villieldr]

( A sideways sort of nod - acknowledgement, agreement. Maybe she will try to work a design into the blade. Maybe she will try to make it... unique, beyond what it already is.

Her brow quirks a little at bringing it dinner, but it's more curious than anything. )

As you wish. When should I attend?

[shri]

In a few evenings from now, around the first evening bell. My quarters are - [ and she says them, pointing at the tower where in particular she sleeps. ]

Do you have any preferences with food? I will be cooking.

[villieldr]

( Registering the residence, Magni remains quietly confused by the invitation, but not really bothered by that confusion.

As for the next point... Preferences?

Her mouth opens, closes, and she considers, shrugs. )

I eat what I am given.

[shri]

Are you sure? I have many, like for one, I do not eat meat when I do not have too.

[ Smiling softly, she knows how most foreigners respond to such a thing. Like Bronach's abject horror at the notion. ]