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[Wysteria, with her blouse's sleeves rolled up and the edge of her field skirts tucked up into her broad belt (a flash of calves and blue stockings on display), looks rather more washer woman than a member of any kind of gentility but maybe that is a perception aided by the buckets and the scrubbing brushes as much as by the rolled sleeves.
She pauses mid scrub.]
Oh, I disagree entirely. I think it's so perfectly charming, in the slightly eccentric sort of way. And you cannot deny that it marks him out as a very particular figure in the Gallows.
She pauses mid scrub.]
Oh, I disagree entirely. I think it's so perfectly charming, in the slightly eccentric sort of way. And you cannot deny that it marks him out as a very particular figure in the Gallows.
If that is the extent of your objection, it hardly qualifies. I could hardly name a single person in Riftwatch who is without some distracting feature or whim of personality which somehow detracts in some minor way from their handsomeness.
[She resumes scrubbing, the hard rasp of the brush a cheerful staccato.]
—Save perhaps for Captain Rivain, of course. The man is entirely without flaw.
[She resumes scrubbing, the hard rasp of the brush a cheerful staccato.]
—Save perhaps for Captain Rivain, of course. The man is entirely without flaw.
[Blechk.]
Mr. Ellis? I suppose so, yes. If sturdy outdoorsy types is indeed your preference, then Mr. Ellis is fairly typical of the breed. He is indeed quite... [searching for a word here, as if attempting to select from a rolodex the least uncharitable way of putting a thing. After all, they are excellent friends.] Solid.
Mr. Ellis? I suppose so, yes. If sturdy outdoorsy types is indeed your preference, then Mr. Ellis is fairly typical of the breed. He is indeed quite... [searching for a word here, as if attempting to select from a rolodex the least uncharitable way of putting a thing. After all, they are excellent friends.] Solid.
Someone clever and dashing, [is so prompt that clearly she has had this profile established as Her Preference for some time.]
Not that Mr. Ellis lacks in either category. He is plenty bright. And I assume that most Wardens are [hmmmmmmm, pausing to consider their roster of Wardens and then promptly editing her direction accordingly] dashing in concept. When you don't know them well.
Consider Enchanter Julius, were he slightly younger and unattached. Or Enchanter Leander, I suppose. He is quite sharp.
Not that Mr. Ellis lacks in either category. He is plenty bright. And I assume that most Wardens are [hmmmmmmm, pausing to consider their roster of Wardens and then promptly editing her direction accordingly] dashing in concept. When you don't know them well.
Consider Enchanter Julius, were he slightly younger and unattached. Or Enchanter Leander, I suppose. He is quite sharp.
[There are questions to press there. Like glass? Don't be absurd. Too bookish?! Is such a thing possible? Luckily, Athessa chooses the exact avenue required to diverge from the subject of book nerds and how they qualify as dashing.]
UGH! [she exclaims practically on top of Athessa's assessment of the Younger Averesch. Wysteria plunges her scrub brush into the nearby sudsy bucket.]
The man's personality is utterly a disqualification!
UGH! [she exclaims practically on top of Athessa's assessment of the Younger Averesch. Wysteria plunges her scrub brush into the nearby sudsy bucket.]
The man's personality is utterly a disqualification!
I believe Monsieur Bastien—who is also fine, by the way; he would be better served were he to shave his mustache. It makes him look rather old—once asked some similar question.
In any case, no. [This particular sigil was drawn in something less permanent than paint. It's coming up marvelously well under the scrub brush.] No feeling is universal, but all feelings have a sort of logic to them, I think. Which is precisely why I would disagree and say that romance is always so much more complicated in books than in real life. It has to be or else it wouldn't be so interesting to such a wide audience. I guarantee that half the people who love one another in real life do so simply because they share some sense of consideration for each other.
In any case, no. [This particular sigil was drawn in something less permanent than paint. It's coming up marvelously well under the scrub brush.] No feeling is universal, but all feelings have a sort of logic to them, I think. Which is precisely why I would disagree and say that romance is always so much more complicated in books than in real life. It has to be or else it wouldn't be so interesting to such a wide audience. I guarantee that half the people who love one another in real life do so simply because they share some sense of consideration for each other.
Edited 2020-08-30 18:20 (UTC)

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