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Gia Riddell (neverfitin) wrote in watchers_rp,

Ask a gossip that question and the majority would give the same answer Gia was about to, while the rest would vary between this, that and the other. But Gia, and likely the majority of the court, would focus on precisely one part that made her queer in the eyes of many. Even if, she suspected, there were a larger number who wouldn't admit they might be just the same, with refusals to admit it for the shame it would supposedly bring to their family. "I refuse to observe the idea that I should marry a man and bear him children. This is nothing that the world does not seem to know, though it brings Ilario many headaches, and the lords still try their very best." Rune. That man who'd hung his jaw at her in the throneroom and sought her brother after. "So you should be careful lest I corrupt you." Now her voice had a teasing lilt, though she was partially serious. People talked, and she could occasionally be a favorite topic. She couldn't imagine Lord Daphisio Taraias being pleased if his daughter was painted with her brush.

"No lark," Gia agreed. "Though it is perfect that you sing... it makes you a true phoenix. Their songs are said to be the most beautiful and pure." Though she imagined they didn't sing in cages either. As for the matter of the blacksmith, Gia found herself giggling. "He may not thank you for that, but I surely would."

Gia's breath caught in her throat when Daphina caught her hands in her own, eyes widening with surprise. No apology was forthcoming, just something that Gia suspected was said more to say something than let the silence continue. Her cheeks were reddening again as Gia suspected hers might also be. Gia gave Daphina's hands a light squeeze. "Truly not the hands of a stableboy," she murmured, her thumbs rubbing lightly against the skin they were resting on. "The hands of a lady; well-cared for, soft..." Her thumb shifted, sliding between their hands to trace along what she could reach of Daphina's wrist, her smile returning as the surprise faded from her eyes. "Delicate wrists as well. Is all of you so soft?" The last was actually a whisper and Gia wouldn't be sure she'd said it unless Daphina reacted as it was a question she'd meant to keep inside her head.