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Gia Riddell (neverfitin) wrote in watchers_rp,
@ 2017-05-25 01:11:00

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#day 007/07 may, daphina, gia

Who: Daphina and Gia
When: Afternoon
Where: Elkwood Castle

Libraries were pretty much the same no matter what part of the Realm one was in, as Gia had learned some time ago. The only thing that really changed was the size. The library in the palace at Kingswood was one that she had become very familiar with during her time at court. She had come there to read more often than not, but sometimes she had spent time there with the other young women she befriended. They would look at books of poetry or out the windows to sigh at the sight of young men walking wherever they were going, while Gia more often than not looked at them. They were fond memories, brought back by the scent of the library when she walked in and set herself up at a table, humming to herself as she did her best to keep all memories of last night at bay. Ilario had asked her at breakfast that morning and she had been forced to say that it had been an enjoyable meal, but for the way Rune had stared at her like she was on a plate. That had set him off and it had only been the timely intervention of her sister-in-law that had given her the window she needed to slip away before she was netted into a repeat performance.

It was just embarrassing to have someone stare at you like that when you knew they weren't getting anything out of it.

Gia meant to finish her project for Eileen, she really did, but it was turning out to be troublesome to focus on something that didn't want to work when she was surrounded by so many fond memories. The sand came together just as she wished, but everything else wasn't working like it had in her vision. Gia hated projects like that. They went from perfect in her mind to flawed in reality, and she ended up giving up on them. Her rooms back in Avalon were littered with such things -- the servants forbidden to do anything with them -- and it looked as though her room here was going to be the same way before the year was up. "This is not cooperating," Gia sighed, pushing herself back from the table. She turned her head, spotting another woman who had wandered into the same space. "Can you believe the absolute audacity of some ideas? To think that they exist in our minds only to utterly refuse to come out of them. You would think they had lives of their own."

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inmyelements
2017-05-25 02:11 pm UTC (link)

Daphina had quite forgotten how much being at court taught you to appreciate the quiet. At Deleik unwanted noise, usually in the form of speech, could be dismissed with an eyeroll before she removed herself from earshot. That, however, was less about seeking peace and rather more about avoiding the disturbance. She had spent a few days ghosting about the near-silent halls of the castle, both impatient to join the crowd of people in the main hall, and not all that eager to be noticed by them just yet. Watchers, I left court and became a shying violet. How depressing. There had been young Thyme to consider, at least. She’d promised her niece she would show her the most radiant parts of the gardens, and while the others were off busying themselves with father’s plan to take over the world, she had done just that. If the child had a true Taraias mind as opposed to her father’s then she would likely remember for when she went to court. Was there any harm in beginning preparation for that now? No, Daphina thought not. On reflection, she thought her own education on the matter was begun too late.

Idly swishing crimson skirts, the dress chosen almost entirely to set her apart from her family, she let slippered feet take her along the familiar route to the library. There was a specific book -- she wondered if it was still in the same place, for she certainly hadn’t shelved it correctly -- that had been her faithful prop for the best part of her four year stay. Perhaps it is still there… Realising the library was not as empty as she thought it had been, Daphina cursed at herself internally for crushing a handful of her skirts childishly, and quickly smoothed them out. Only once she had seen the other person present was she secretly pleased she had given into a fool’s vanity and fixed her appearance for the library, of all places. Before she gave herself the chance to stare shamelessly, she turned her eyes to the bookcases. She thought it might have been the third shelf from the top, but now she was distracted.

At the first statement, Daphina gave a curious glance, if only because most people did not speak in a library if they did not wish to be heard. Had it been this difficult to refrain from gawking when she was younger, or was it an art perfected in adulthood? The latter would certainly explain Daemyn. She gave a slight smile as she considered the rest of the lady’s predicament, very nearly amused by the conclusion she found she had reached: “I think perhaps they do. It would certainly explain why small ideas spin wildly out of hand. And,” she began, turning away from the bookcases and toward the reason she could no longer recall where she left the book. Watchers, those eyes. “I believe they continue while we sleep.” Truly, she did. “I think I’ve had some of my best ideas while dreaming.” She gave a smile that was far from self-conscious, but acknowledged that some might dismiss what she had just said as silly. “Though if that is not what you intended to create, I would be interested to know what your mind envisages. For my part, I see not a thing wrong with it.” Quite the opposite, in fact. And before she forgot and made herself seem rude: “I’m Daphina.”

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neverfitin
2017-05-25 03:54 pm UTC (link)

When the woman spoke back, which Gia wasn't entirely certain she had expected, she blinked a little in surprise. This was much better than anticipated and she felt a half-smile tugging up the corner of her mouth as she studied the woman who had turned towards her. She was continuing her line of thought! As though it were a completely normal conversation for one to have, and it was all Gia could do not to clap her hands in delight. She didn't often find someone who humored her, and even more rarely yet, someone who added to the conversation in a way that was actually considered helpful. Gia's hand went out to her project, drawing an idle line in the black sand, when attention was called to it.

"My mind envisages a small garden in perfect detail, where the roses look real, and not as pieces of cloth sewn together. However, that small of detail is actually beyond me, and I did not think that possible." Her rose bushes looked like something that belonged in a child's dollhouse, not a gift meant to adorn the top of a table or wardrobe for a full-grown woman to smile fondly at. Gia could already see Eileen's husband snorting at it and asking if one of the children had made it, no matter how untrue that would be. To anyone but Gia, it likely looked wonderful, but to her it looked clunky. Sighing, Gia brushed the bits of sand off her fingers and turned so that she could look at Daphina straight-on for the first time.

"That color is perfect for you," were the first words out of her mouth. Like the night before when she had complimented Rune's sister instead of Rune himself, she didn't bother to take them back. They were true and she likely knew it. "Were the Watchers kind enough to see you birthed into a House with red as its color so that you can wear it all the time without drawing note?" Gia had often wondered how much more she might enjoy her own wardrobe if she had family colors she truly enjoyed. Light greens and blues preferably, and while she could claim light green for Ridell, purple was the color most thought of first. "Daphina... Taraias, I believe? You have the look of them." Gia had met the elder sister, Janna, at court, and anytime after when she saw one of them she always saw the similarities in the hair and the eyes. Her smile remained as she added, "It suits you. I am Gia."