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Lady Delyth Bamford (judgingyou) wrote in watchers_rp,

“You had to ask?” There was a snicker from somewhere behind Delyth’s right shoulder. Many thought her hearing was bad because she had spent decades perfecting the pitch one needed in order for everyone to hear her. What they did not realise was that people like Daemyn Taraias were nothing short of treasures. Strangely enduring individuals who made the majority of court seem more intelligent than they actually were and managed to come out with such gems that kept a seventy-three year old woman who frequently believed she had seen and heard it all… thoroughly entertained. Waving away his apology -- one that she was certain was habitual rather than genuine -- she regarded him with thinly veiled amusement.

“Yes, I imagine it is difficult to close something you were not aware was open,” she remarked dryly. “But dear boy, if you keep finding words to say your mouth will not stay shut.” One had to assume Lord and Lady Taraias were elsewhere, or the boy would be out on his ear. In front of all present company. To think of it. “Since you are unaware of your mouth, perhaps you should sit.” Delyth paused for a breath. “Let me rephrase: since you smell like a brewery and do not seem to know what your body is doing, sit.” It would cause laughs aplenty, but she did not think Lord Daphisio would thank anyone if the boy let momentum carry his face into the wall.