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Daphina Taraias (inmyelements) wrote in watchers_rp,

Hoping the handmade garden really wouldn’t be thrown away -- that seemed sad -- Daphina let herself briefly indulge in being simply pleased with herself as Gia cheeks coloured too. “The albino ferret,” Daphina nodded, wearing the wry smile of one who very much wished there was something different on their family banner. It was a ridiculous sigil and while she knew she reason behind it, she did not see the need to advertise how the family made its money. It seemed vulgar, somehow. For a fleeting second she considered telling Gia that should she run into Janna, assuming that had not already happened, she would find her much changed. The words stayed behind her teeth mainly because it was a family matter and she did not think her father would appreciate her speaking of it, but also because she knew she would not be able to comment on her sister’s usual condition without sounding unkind. Instead she simply smiled at the thanks, eyebrows arching in interest at the mention of Gia’s mother. The words “She must be very beautiful” came so close to tripping off her tongue, but when intent was factored in that was rather forward -- then she realised the lady was deceased. Her mortification at the mistake she nearly made was only overridden by the realisation she had been called ‘lovely’. By Gia. Daphina’s expression, usually so controlled, stuck somewhere between suppressed laughter at imagining a man with their foot in their throat -- and blushing wonderment. The amusement was quickly reined in. She had not even lost her voice, but she had lost her words. ‘Thank you’ had been said once already, and repeating it somehow seemed redundant.

Then Gia moved, and at had the rest of the conversation not occurred Daphina might have lost her voice right then and there. Instead she breathed in -- as one did after breathing out -- and although aware that there was no chance her blush was fading, had to laugh a little at the request. “It would be a pleasure.” Funny, she did not sound at all as though the colour of her face was undoubtedly betraying her. As she settled herself in the now-vacant chair, she only hoped that continued. “I confess, it was a little strange looking down during conversation. I think the only person I know shorter than me is my eight year old niece.” And, Watchers, at the same level those eyes were astonishing. She was staring and she could not say she was sorry. “And her father, Daemyn, should be avoided by all women everywhere, -- Except Lady Delyth Bamford.” The corner of her mouth quirked in the kind of vindictive amusement rightly available to younger sisters. She was not sorry for that either.