Derek knows all of life is (cyclical) wrote in rooms,
Re: Mariner's Inn: Jeze C/Max M
The good families do. [She said in agreement. Her own family had tried to decide what was best for her and failed miserably. but they had wanted more than just good things. Theirs had been the weight of dictated behaviour and social regulation and Jeze had been ill suited for either.] I'm not. [Said as easily as breathing as she watched Max study the gifts.]
Don't reach out to anyone that you don't desire to. [The bitter sister or the half-ended relationship with Lin, the step-son or Corvus, and whoever McKendrick was.] Misery is more like hemlock than tea, though many people disagree. Don't drink the hemlock. [Perhaps that was another rule, or a subset of one, the one about enjoying life. There would be a time and a place when it wouldn't be enjoyable, this Jeze was sure of, which meant that outside of those pockets one should do their very best to enjoy it.
She huffed and crawled onto the bed behind Max to lie flat on her belly.] They aren't. They're looking for the ruffian that followed me into the store. I was very convincingly frightened of such a rough man in pursuit of me. [One hand pressed to her throat, her eyes going soft and wide, lips slightly parted as if she was on the verge of panic.] And if they did suspect me, they most certainly didn't follow me. I changed carriages on the way here - and drivers. If they're following that carriage, they're only going to capture a few bins. I wouldn't lead them back to your door. [Max didn't appear worried, but it seemed to be one of those things that should be said. Friends were hard to come by and Jeze had never been the type to let one of hers take a fall for her.]