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Daphina Taraias (inmyelements) wrote in watchers_rp,

Glancing between the small garden and its creator, Daphina wondered if they were truly talking about the same thing, “It looks like you put a great deal of time and care into it,” she stated without a hint of false assurance. And she suspected that was the point. Like the decidedly imperfect wooden rocking horse their family farrier made his niece for her birthday. By that logic, it shouldn’t matter what it looked like, because if she was right and it was a gift, then the imperfections were some of the best parts.

Inexplicably caught off guard by the comment on her dress -- she was well aware it was the truth, so why was she surprised? -- Daphina gave a smile that was as close to shy as she could get and remain honest. “Thank you.” Oh, she hoped she was not blushing. Why were libraries so lacking in reflective surfaces? “I believe your own eye for colour beats mine.” That being said, she was fairly certain the other woman could wear just about any colour and still make her wonder if she was staring or just looking in the right direction. “Would that I had been, it would lessen the stress of finding suitable dresses.” It seemed only those with absurd House colours understood how ridiculous shopping could be. “I am an undercover Taraias today. Red suits me far better than any combination of black, pink and white.” The name Gia stalled in her memory, and not only because of that smile. Aware the recollection was -- for once -- registering on her face as it progressed, she finally stopped on: “Gia Ridell?” Then her smile teetered on sheepish. “I have never met any of your family. I reacquainted myself with family names and such before we left Tírna.” Daphina’s head tilted before she simply added: “You have extraordinary eyes.” She did.