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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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[heirring]

It has nothing at all to do your young man, sir. [It might have a small part to do with it. These things happen, but you don't speak about them. Which is all beside the point--]

Or, as it happens, your opinion about me or what I can or can't do. Though I understand this may be very unfamiliar to you, I don't actually care about what you think. As it happens, I'm very happy doing whatever I like without yours or the world's or anyone's encouragement or approval.

[The chair she'd left ajar is neatly tucked in. She tosses the tails of the hat ribbon behind her shoulder. It might all be very fine indeed if she wasn't still visibly red faced and gasping.]

I expect I'll be just fine on my own, Mr Rutyer. Enjoy your wine.

[She does however have one hell of a heel turn.]

[bouchonne]

[ Laughing - ]

Dear girl! You're just repeating exactly what I said right back to me. I said that you have worth on your own, not based upon anything that anyone else desires of you. And that makes you angry?

[heirring]

[Later Wysteria will kick herself for not saying something clever or biting or smart in this moment - 'Well then, sir, it seems we agree with one another on at least one thing,' or something like it. She'll lay in her shared Inquisition room and glare at the old cracked ceiling and go over this moment again and again in her head. You could have stood your ground there, Wysteria. You could have taken him to task about being so crude and terrible. You could have told him a thing or two about the value of what you'd like to be and how you're perfectly satisfied with it. Or how he doesn't know even a lick of what the world, such as it is, has told her she can or can't be because he doesn't know anything about any world outside his own.

Instead, bristling and red faced, she makes a sharp disgusted noise at his laughter - snaps out a] Good day, Messere. [--and charges from the tavern.]