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Gia Riddell (neverfitin) wrote in watchers_rp,

"Because the answer seems so simple that our minds reject it as too simple," Gia replied instantly, having struggled with the very same thing on more than one occasion. Though she had to admit that she enjoyed the teasing tone. How many people teased her these days? Now that she was out of child's clothing Ilario no longer did and he had really been the only one who had. By the time she had come to court she'd been grown most of the way into womanhood and people seemed too busy staring to tease, or being downright cruel because she was odd. Her expression was truly delighted by Daphina's answer. Although she had a point to observe. "I do not mind being queer, truly. I think of it in a very certain way since I think of a specific bit of social etiquette I refuse to observe." She liked the word itself, and the various meanings behind it, taking more than a little bit of pride in hearing people refer to her as such.

Laughing at the remark about green, and the subsequent removal of it, Gia couldn't help but imagine Daphina doing those things. "I can imagine you have a lovely voice." Dancing must also suit her with that frame. She wondered if she might ask her to dance for her sometime without being refused. "Had I just done what was necessary for a lady's education, I would be far less experienced. Alas, my grandfather humored me and my desire to learn everything I was curious about and here we are. I have a blacksmith -- a woman if you believe it -- in the city here who will let me observe her, perhaps even teach me if I have questions. Once my brother finds out I suspect he would pay her not to do it." Imagine his horror if she came back burned. Her cheeks were going to ache at the end of the day with how much Daphina made her smile, especially with the faerie comment. Her bottom lip found its way back between her teeth as she watched Daphina echo her movement, eyes tracing over hands that didn't look at all like those of a stable boy. "Your hands are lovely," she disagreed, shifting hers so close that she could actually feel the heat radiating off Daphina's palm. "I have sketched many hands, mostly women's, and even if they are short or stubby or overly large, they are still lovelier than a boy's could ever be. Yours..." Her voice drifted off and she found herself swallowing a little hard as she looked away from Daphina's hands and into her eyes again. "Could be called nothing but exactly suited to you." Gia was trying, and failing, not to imagine how they felt.