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Daphina Taraias (inmyelements) wrote in watchers_rp,

“Nor do I,” Daphina murmured, fully aware that she could not leave the room without taking some of it -- her -- with her. She would gladly carry Gia’s found around with her, even if it meant she had to invent the tallest of tales for the maid she did not trust as to why she was singing absent-mindedly when her hair was brushed.Or even taller tales should she spark off with whichever sort of magic… “I’ve heard women say thus about my brother and his arrogance.” It was a distracted comment, mostly because her thoughts were focused quite sharply on what had been said about her, and she imagined the colour in her face remained quite high. “Then they realise he is quite stupid.” Arrogance could not be called true arrogance if one had the proof of the reason, to Daphina’s mind, but Daemyn did not think to provide it. If one was rightfully smug, however, it was because of something that had already been achieved. “You are successfully feeding my ego,” she added, amused. Actually, Gia’s continued presence was doing that, but it did not hurt to say it.

Truth be told, Daphina had never considered her view on sin. With the exception of this context -- which she very much liked -- it was a subject of confusion. If ‘abstract’ had been a colour, her grasp on morality was painted in it. Consequently, she appreciated the first sentence as it was intended before sweeping it off… somewhere. At the idea of the clergy and its church, she gave a strangely ladylike snort. “I seem to be quite allergic to the clergy.” Said as though she was commenting on the latest developments in this season’s fashion, Nightmares about the church discovering she was Gifted and dragging her away had that effect. “As men and women they are certainly pleasant enough--” People were like that. “--but I’ve no interest in the rest.” ‘The Rest’ being a whole religion, and one that this whole celebration was based around, no less. She was very tempted to add that her father might actually pay off her penance, or try to, but as much as she was willing to snipe at her brother where he could not defend himself (not that he was capable) she could not allow herself to speak of her Lord Daphisio in a manner that might paint him in a bad light. “I did not blame them. If a man had done the same to me I would have slapped with a hand that, in this room, would likely have held a book.” Daphina was not sorry for that fact and could not make herself sound it. Somehow it was… different when a man decided to attempt that. The word ‘intimidating’ would never make it past her teeth, but she was only a little thing. “I came to court… Watchers, ten years ago.” She blinked at the revelation, then dismissed it. “I stayed a full four years until father insisted I come home.-- I preferred court.” She paused, then burst into a fit of giggles, surprising even herself. Daphina was not a giggler. “I think if we’d met, father may have figuratively lynched me for the lack of suitors. I would have been too distracted to make the effort of socialising with men.”