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Daphina Taraias (inmyelements) wrote in watchers_rp,

“Oh -- None taken, truly,” Daphina assured with a smile that was rather brighter than anything that would usually have accompanied such a reassurance. Her mind had focused almost entirely on the touch that suddenly left her with an urge to stare at the back of her own hand. She managed to refrain from that, at least. But if her face had now turned completely purple she couldn’t say she cared, because she was too busy internally thanking the Watchers for whatever it was that had not give Gia a nasty shock. Unless I’ve done something else. A thought she could have done without but one that occurred with such regularity that she dismissed it with ease. “Sometimes I suspect family words are a little like naming your child after a virtue. You hope they live up to it, or later in life it becomes something of a joke.” Likely all of court knew the Taraias family words did not apply to all: Daemyn was far from discreet when it came to his love of brothels no matter how much others tidied up after him. “I daresay you have the wit covered,” she added archly. She believed the cunning was there also. No, she was not going to look at her own hand.

A touch of mischief lit Daphina’s face. “I wonder how many of the lords present at court are first sons…” The likelihood didn’t speak well of them, really, but she was far more interested in Gia’s laughter to follow that trail of thought even inside her own head. She wondered if the other woman truly realised how beautiful she was. Effortlessly so. It would be a lie to say she was not very seriously considering having Daemyn and Lady Delyth collide just for Gia’s entertainment. Thought of something, anything, gifted from her meant Daphina struggled to keep something resembling shyness colouring her expression -- which was doubtlessly literally coloured already. She wasn’t the kind of person who received gifts like that from anyone save perhaps Thyme, who sometimes gave her things she had found and thought were pretty. Thyme was a child and had the luxury of whimsy. A luxury it seemed Gia had never lost. Trying to rein in control of her facial muscles, Daphina gave in to the urge to glance at the hand before she blurted out thanks for something that had not happened and possibly never may.

Ah, ah-- This time the blonde sat up just that bit straighter; nothing strange to the casual observer even if she was a little flushed, it was quite proper to sit straight while drinking tea. Or so she was telling herself. Frankly, she was too busy smothering any concern over magic to notice where her composure was going. “Thank you.” At least her voice had not yet turned traitor. Daphina’s addition of sugar and cream was a little distracted as she noted the colour in Gia with no small degree of delight. Presently, she reserved the right to feel thoroughly pleased with herself. Though upon hearing Rune Halvari’s name her lips pressed together before she laughed. Watchers, if talk was correct then Sir Rune was a more pleasant and likely more intelligent version of Daemyn. When Gia called him a ‘poor boy’, Daphina had to set her tea down so as to cover her hand with her mouth to try and force the laughter back the way it had come. Part of her did not really wish to make fun of the man because truth be told, she understood the feeling. Lowering her hand to fidget with the handle on her teacup, she arched her eyebrow in amusement at the second ‘almost’. “I have not met her in person, but the lady Synnove is a beautiful woman.” Because, naturally, that was the same as making up for your brother’s behaviour by having good conversational skills.