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[bouchonne]

WHO: Byerly and Kitty and thou or even you
WHAT: Open post!! open post
WHEN: The month of KINGSWAY
WHERE: EVERYWHERE but mostly in Kirkwall and in the Gallows
NOTES: Warning: chatterboxes

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[bouchonne]

[ He purses his lips. ]

What does others' hatred have to do with your honor?

[shri]

Honour is live in mutual respect for yourself and those around, to live that through actions. [ it's bitter, it's utterly bitter, and more than that it's an old pain, festering. A pain that is as old and as hot as a funeral pyre washijg her stinging hot through. ]

[ The pull in her mouth is ugly, all swallowed down something - that she dares not put a word too. ] You are with power over my life if you wish it, and if you do not recognise that then you are a fool. Because whatever gave you the right to touch me in such a way if you respected my honour as you would one born here?

[bouchonne]

[ He laughs at that. The sound is a little more genuine than his previous little laughs. ]

My dear lady. I have made a career of kissing beautiful women from a hundred different places. And also -

[ He gestures to himself. ]

I most certainly do not have power over your life. Observe, if you will, these weak arms, shame of the Rutyer warriors from generations passed. See these thin legs. See the narrow shoulders. If we went at one another, toe to toe, do you really believe I would win?

[shri]

Oh, we have certainly proved that - [ How's your face, Byerly? ]

So you are a fool then. But if that was what I was worried about, I would have the comfort of sleeping deeply. Do not bother speaking with me until you have learnt something about being here. [ She snatches for her veils, drawing them down over her face. This is over, as far as she is concerned, and she goes to leave with it. What an utter waste of an otherwise decent evening. ]

[bouchonne]

[ He doesn't seem particularly worried by her departure. ]

Why are you so frightened?

[shri]

[ TOO LATE, BYERLY, SHE'S GONE. ]