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Daphina Taraias (inmyelements) wrote in watchers_rp,

Daphina gave an odd, gleeful noise that bordered on laughter. “Whyever would I flatter you? That would require insincere praise, and I draw the line at insincere courtesy.” She allowed for outright lies, but that did not apply here. This, she reflected was how she got away with so much. She talked her way right back out of it again. To think it was a skill likely honed in conversations just like this… “If your ego manages to surpass that of a Taraias I will be most impressed, however,” she added with something of a smirk. Truly, she would. Her own was quiet just now, but a great part of that was probably directly connected to the fact a beautiful woman was paying her attention.

If her blush had faded at all, Daphina could feel it return upon the word ‘deserve’. She thought she more than likely deserved to be forcibly sent to the Island of Doves for accidentally (though sometimes she thought possibly not-so-accidentally) giving one of her siblings, or a suitor, a sudden sting of a shock. Or singeing their garments. Those who were not siblings she had just caused some kind of upset usually made no remark regarding what she deserved. And she felt strangely startled when she realised Gia had actually brought forth a pad. “What do I like?” That question felt much harder to answer than Daphina believed it was supposed to be, and she felt her face fall in a thoughtful frown. “Reading?” Which was an easy one to guess, she supposed, since she was in a library, but nevertheless. “Dancing, singing… Red,” she added, nearly kicking herself for not thinking of it before reading. “Thunderstorms. New things -- not recently-purchased new, but outside-of-my-experience new. Although I suppose that leaves a great deal, since I’ve been nowhere but court and Deleik Castle.” She paused to consider Gia before finishing. “I am rambling, but you probably ought to add yourself to the list as well.” It was the truth, was it not? Gia was new and interesting, terribly pretty, and the question had been hers. So she was going into the answer. Now Daphina felt just that little bit exposed, though she was not sure she had told anything to warrant such.