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Daphina Taraias (inmyelements) wrote in watchers_rp,

Which category would she remove? Daphina looked intently at Gia for a moment, as though she could divine the answer from it, and maybe she could have done if she had looked a little longer but then it would begin to feel like the proverbial cat had run off with her tongue. “Why do easy questions seem to become hard when you ask them?” She was teasing, but at the same time there was far too much truth to it. “I’m quite torn. On the one hand I could remove the beautiful category, since I find it impossible to believe you do not know you are, and our peers would agree it is a truth. So is that not like saying I like you because the sky is blue?” Without thinking, Daphina had fallen into a visible mode of debate with herself, brow creasing delicately while she tried to voice her try of thought. “Then on the other hand I could remove the queerness -- but that is entirely subjective, else a mere codeword for someone who doesn’t prescribe to every degree of social etiquette. Like normalcy, I’m unconvinced of its existence as a general state of being.” Well, it was true. She understood structure and rules and such, but words like ‘normal’ did not actually mean a thing. Deciding she had reached the end of her likely unnecessarily long deliberation, she flashed a grin and tried not to fidget.

Watching Gia’s fingers play an instrument that was not actually there, Daphina chewed a little on the inside of her cheek. She had an urge to reach out, but… “I’m envious,” she admitted freely. “Green is not my colour -- wait, that is not true, I quite suit it.” She waved her tangent away. “I have never played an instrument. Singing and dancing, yes. Enough drawing lessons for me to claims I had a lady’s education.” Which really, was not much, and did not make her anywhere near as proficient an artist as Gia, whose hand movements she automatically mirrored. Her attention mostly remained on Gia hands and not her own -- then her face. Because that smile… she could hear that smile. “Your hands are definitely part faerie.” It was the first thing she could think of to say, and she hoped she didn’t sound as distracted as she probably looked. For just a second Daphina had to press her lips together to make certain her mouth was closed. “I believe I must have borrowed mine from a stable boy,” When compared to Gia’s, at least. “A stable boy with good skin,” She had clearly never done a day’s manual labour in her life.