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Daphina Taraias (inmyelements) wrote in watchers_rp,

Cheeks having coloured to the point she believed she had reached what she called her ‘doll stage’, Daphina could only allow herself to acknowledge that her expression continued to brighten without her permission. There were multiple reasons she had been compared to a porcelain doll over the years, the main being that sun neither burned nor tanned her skin. Her fair complexion was a constant. On the admittedly rare occasion she did flush, she tended to look like a doll with badly painted rouge. And her face tended to be more controlled than it had any right to be. She could not make that claim just now. Gia had somehow disabled it. “I’ve a cousin with a unicorn as his sigil, so there is likely more truth to that than not,” she agreed, tone laced with amusement. Indeed, Lord Gaillard was a unicorn also. “If beauty and brains make me a unicorn then you must be something equally mystical.” Daphina was not being sarcastic at all, and while ‘mythical’ was almost the word she used it wasn’t what she meant. Mythical somehow suggested it was an impossibility.

“Likely it is cynical of me, but sometimes I suspect they do such things to avoid friction between their in-laws.” Though she had always been lead to believe that sort of discomfort was a marital requirement. “Which circles back to one’s wife and sister and possibly even mother taking sides.” Daphina fidgeted slightly, thinking it rude to automatically look to see what Gia was doing, though it was the hand itself that her eyes followed and not the sand. Her fingers… One of the servants at Deleik had told her some kind of blanket rule involving fixating on the smaller things, but it quite slipped her mind. She wondered if Gia played an instrument. “I am of the firm opinion that brothers should have no say in their sisters’ marriage,” she remarked. “All control of that should fall to the lady in question upon the death of her parents -- because I do believe Daemyn will have me married off in my sleep the moment father is not there to knock offers back.” That the general result of her proposition would mean a significant number of women may simply never marry was merely a convenient side effect, naturally. Did she truly believe Daemyn would manage that? No, and she did not doubt it showed, but the point remained he may actually be stupid enough to try.

Equal parts fascinated by Gia’s hands -- therefore the way that finger gestured -- and curious about what she had worked in the sand, Daphina moved to look properly. Eyebrows arching in interest, her mouth curved with a degree of wonder that was quickly followed by unabashed pleasure at being compared to what looked very much like a phoenix. “You think so?” It was an honest question, and once that left Daphina far more open to possible damages than she would ever admit, but it begged to be asked. Even the most conceited and stupid of people -- Daemyn -- were capable of pretty words, and she had heard a great deal in the past, yet none had come at all close to catching her attention half as much as Gia had done with her picture in the sand.