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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 16:56:36 GMT -5
"A heroine then." She smiled. "It's good to know that women are honoured for their deeds as well as men. So many of us have our lives chosen for us since birth. This Asha seems like the type of woman who knew what she wanted and made sure she got it. I'm no warrior, but I think there is something even I can learn from such a woman. Though I hope you will not think me wicked for saying so."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 17:01:08 GMT -5
"If a woman's not a bit wicked, she might as well be one of your silent sisters. I don't think I'd have much interest in one of them."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 17:03:35 GMT -5
"i should not hope!" She exclaimed. "A Silent Sister has given herself to the Stranger. The man who touches a Silent Sister is cursed." She took her goblet, drank deep, then met his gaze. "I am sure you know many women far more interesting than I. I am just a girl who loves books and you said yourself that you are not interested in books."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 17:10:32 GMT -5
He sipped his mead, amused at her modesty. "You're fine company, in both words and looks." His eyes ran down and back up her body. "And I believe there would likely be a diplomatic incident if I threw you in my ship and took you as a salt wife, so I will content myself with conversation." He joked.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 17:16:17 GMT -5
Morgan spluttered as she almost choked on her mead. "There would most certainly be a diplomatic incident if you did such a thing. And besides, I do not recognise salt wives as true wives, and I'll be no man's mistress. Indeed, you may consider me as kin to the Silent Sisters, if it please you. I've taken no vows, truly, but I am sworn to a life of study. If I were a man, I'd be forging a chain at the Citadel."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 17:31:09 GMT -5
He laughed aloud. "I see. Kin to the Silent Sisters." He reached out and ran a finger along the back of her hand. "I don't feel cursed."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 17:34:06 GMT -5
She pulled her hand away, slowly, so as to avoid giving offence. "it doesn't work like that. There's no lightning bolt from the sky to strike you down. But perhaps you will find yourself with a bad belly in the night and be obliged to spend all night on the privy. You might be stricken with a sudden fever, or worse. the gods will strike when it pleases them. They are not ours to command."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 17:42:21 GMT -5
He sighed, and rolled his eyes. "Forgive me if I rather doubt that any of those will occur, no matter where I were to touch you. You're a lady who likes to read, not a holy woman. No reason you can't have your books and a lover besides." He drew his hand back. "But I apologize. I shouldn't be so forward. We aren't much for slow seductions, where I come from."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 17:47:00 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow. "I suppose not. After all, you are a people who steal women away from their homeland." Her fingers tensed over the stem of the goblet. "It is not proper for a maiden to have a lover, even if I wanted one. You are less presumptuous than the Daxos, at least. I had to be quite insistent that I did not want him for my lover. I almost feared I would have to scream for the guards."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 17:51:37 GMT -5
Quentyn's face grew puzzled. "What exactly is a...Daxos?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 17:58:21 GMT -5
"He said he was a gift from a prince of the Summer Isles. I am not sure if he was a slave or a free man. I don't know why some prince of the Summer Isles I have never met should think a maiden would wish to lay with a stranger, but there we go. But I fear for the security of the castle if such men can simply walk into a lady's chambers. I am sure that you, at least, will not trespass beyond the boundaries of common courtesy." Or so she prayed. She still felt a little confused about having Cleftjaw visit her.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 18:49:05 GMT -5
Quentyn burst out laughing. "One of their man-whores? That is strange. Don't know what one would be doing here."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 18:53:15 GMT -5
"Neither did I. Be grateful you did not find him in your chamber, my lord. He was rather persistent." Her cheeks flamed as she wondered - hating herself for it = if the Daxos only visited women. "Have you visited the Summer Isles, my lord?"
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 19:15:52 GMT -5
"I have. Quite a beautiful place. But I've never been there under peaceful circumstances." Quentyn paused for a moment, then added, "I've heard some stories about their man-whores. You wouldn't have been able to walk for a week. Their..." He gestured at his groin, "Supposed to be like a child's arm holding an apple."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 19:21:37 GMT -5
She lowered her gaze but her blush was deeper than ever now. She wasn't used to such talk and she couldn't help but think of the Daxos wearing nothing but a sheath. Of course it was not appropriate for her to speak of that. She drained her goblet to cover her embarrassment and reached for the bottle again.
"That doesn't sound very pleasant. Whyever should the Prince of the Summer Isles wish to send us a gift of a man who would be as likely to hurt a woman as please her? I suppose I have had a lucky escape. I should not like to be confined to bed for so long. Though I daresay you think me terribly innocent, my lord. I am but a maiden and know nothing of the ways of men."
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