"It is an Orlesian means of shortening names to show affection! Do not mock longstanding cultural treasures." But she's laughing. Laughing and shaking her head, though some of the light and warmth dims at 'addy-addy'. Close- too terribly close to what Robert used to call her, to what her father called her before she was taken away. Ever after it was Adelaide- as though having magic stole his little girl from him.
But he pushes on to something else, accusing her of being drunk and that- that earns another light smack to his shoulder. She cannot worry over what was when what is should have her whole attention."I have not yet begun to drink- this is three glasses of wine and one of cider. That is nothing. When I am entirely drunk you will know- I'll start to sing terrible Orlesian love songs and mock them between each verse."
Such had many a night been spent during the duller months in the Spire. But this close, this warm, and he quite so certain of her intoxication- why not take advantage? For a moment. She leans in and it's tentative even with the boldness granted by a lovely man, a lovely night, some lovely wine, and brushes her lips against his cheek. "And I do mean to show my affection."
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But he pushes on to something else, accusing her of being drunk and that- that earns another light smack to his shoulder. She cannot worry over what was when what is should have her whole attention."I have not yet begun to drink- this is three glasses of wine and one of cider. That is nothing. When I am entirely drunk you will know- I'll start to sing terrible Orlesian love songs and mock them between each verse."
Such had many a night been spent during the duller months in the Spire. But this close, this warm, and he quite so certain of her intoxication- why not take advantage? For a moment. She leans in and it's tentative even with the boldness granted by a lovely man, a lovely night, some lovely wine, and brushes her lips against his cheek. "And I do mean to show my affection."