MOD EVENT ↠ IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE

[faderifting]

WHO: Anyone
WHAT: Some dreams
WHEN: Harvestmere 9:45–Wintersend 9:46
WHERE: The Fade
NOTES: OOC post!

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[whatthefuckami]

[Taking this for an invitation to come a little closer, Anne stands and ventures to the threshold of the balcony. She knows better than to actually amble up beside the lady, but if she's to point out stars, she'll need to see the fucking things.  

It takes a moment to orient herself--not amid the stars, but in a knowledge she's not sure why she possesses--but then she jabs her finger again, this time at a different patch of sky.]

The Sacrifice.

[indissection]

[ Sidony, at least, does not seem particularly concerned with how close the woman is getting. It's not as if she has any reason to fear; she can defend herself, protect herself, and she can summon all manner of guards should she be in need of it, as if this slip of a woman might pose a threat.

It would be laughable if she was not so curious.

Leaning forward, she smiles, gentle and serene. ]

Does it have meaning?

[whatthefuckami]

S'a girl. See, she's sitting with her legs crossed 'n' her arms out.

[She gestures at the stars, tracing out the two arms. Despite the woman's gentle curiosity, she doesn't make any attempt to come closer or act any friendlier. Noble ladies, they might do as they please--but a servant, and a foreign one, no less, has expectations weighing her down. Danger or otherwise, she knows how the majority of these people see someone as ragged as her, and she'll not give any of them the opportunity to shrink away or call her filth. She values her pay, if not the way she makes it.]

Her father sent her up there, saved her from marriage to a wicked mage.

[Lucky little thing. Them that stays down here aren't half so fortunate.]

[indissection]

[ Sidony leans a touch closer, if only so that she might see the movement of her hand better. Tilting her head, she hums absently; her power does not reach the stars, but she wishes it could if only to make a deduction of shapes easier.

The rest, though, makes her laugh, soft. ]

Oh, the fates are cruel, are they not? If only all fathers were so keen to protect their darling daughters.

[whatthefuckami]

[She makes a noncommittal noise, wanting nothing to do with that particular line of conversation. If a fine lady wants to tell her about her troubles, parental or otherwise, she'll listen, but she knows better than to offer anything in return.]

Got himself killed for it.

[It's the most neutral answer she's got, returning to the story at hand. And then, all general like it's nothing at all--]

Most people ain't gonna risk death for somebody else.

[indissection]

[ It's not as though her father has a choice; she has magic. She'd reign him in if he tried to do anything to her, to limit her freedoms or liberties. ]

That is often the way, hm.

[ Sidony sighs softly before she leans forward, resting her chin on her palm. ]

They're all fantasies, aren't they? Stories. Make-believe where people will give it all up for something as fickle as love. It seems so utterly foolish when the world is at one's fingertips.