"And all in the space of a week and a half -" he scowls at the palace doors. I want to kiss you. But doors that wouldn't be suspicious were they closed are sort of the minimum security requirement. Can I show you around the walls tomorrow night? It's really pretty up there and you owe yourself more breaks.
Sure. And this isn't that fast, I sleep less here than I usually would at home and I've been compensating for time feeling weird here.
I think I may be cutting corners on aesthetics that Elves wouldn't? But nobody has to actually look at the scribe except when they're giving it books or taking them away, so I figure it's all right as long as it has really good handwriting.
Kib laughs too. How does one normally pick up the skill? Or find anyone to practice on?
Observation, or desperate ingenuity. I was sufficiently bad at flirting with men when I was younger that I in fact had a reputation for flirting with men. Everyone's kindly assumed I grew out of it. My boyfriend is much better at subtlety and no one has ever had a word to say about him but that has its own costs, namely that no one will ever guess you are open to being propositioned.
So I teased him. Relentlessly. For several of our years, several of your decades. I don't know what I thought I'd achieve but it was so much fun - whenever we were alone -and finally I did reach the end of his considerable patience but instead of telling me I was disgusting he said 'Findekáno, you have a choice, you can either cut it out forever or come here right now.'
Well, I'm not a patient person, being patient with me would probably just get you obliviousness.
- math class in creche -
- impressing her teacher with her Harthanic -
- leaning in, eyes closed, for a kiss -
After Kib has performed ablutions with sharp objects and fetched breakfast, well, Findekáno thought he should ask Maitimo for an apology...