She snorted into her reading, knowing very well that her company was hardly a pleasure. Better at accidentally insulting the intelligence of those around her than making conversation. It was a bit easier with Circe, growing up together gave her benefit of knowing the alchemist wasn't intentionally brash.
Priya would not admit her desire to see the DragonStar, now that Circe had mentioned it first. The ship was a marvel of engineering. The first and likely only airship she would ever see. Brows furrowed as she sipped tea, still facing away from the captain.
"I will get to it," Priya insisted at length. Most likely, she would not, and the leak would continue until her roof fell down upon her. Easier to let it drip, than to invite someone into her home, or through the effort of finding someone to fix it. Despite Circe's offering to find someone for her.
Closing the book she was currently reading, she tucked it under her arm and slipped from the stool. Unclasping her heavy cloak, she left everything, but her tea on the counter as she made her way to the nest that Circe had made with all the pilfered pillows. "It sounds suspiciously like you are matchmaking," she accused, settling herself down next to the other woman. Better to indulge her, Priya felt, than to leave her to her own devices. She tucked her feet beneath her robes, bringing her knees close to her chest. "I've no interest in a husband, let alone one that you would consider for me."
"I will only accept purple or blue flowers with large petals." She set the book on the cushions to her right, and propped it open as if she would continue reading. "I will fashion them into a crown as a declaration of my affection."
It was not entirely a lie. Circe was very good at making those around her fall in love. Despite her shortcomings. Priya had seen it in Arjun, and in others. She had been an apprentice at the time, and Arjun only a librarian. Not a pairing she had been interested in interrupting, not that she would have to. Circe had made it very clear where her preferences lie from that point on. Since then, Priya had kept an awkward distance from the both of them.
Priya would not admit her desire to see the DragonStar, now that Circe had mentioned it first. The ship was a marvel of engineering. The first and likely only airship she would ever see. Brows furrowed as she sipped tea, still facing away from the captain.
"I will get to it," Priya insisted at length. Most likely, she would not, and the leak would continue until her roof fell down upon her. Easier to let it drip, than to invite someone into her home, or through the effort of finding someone to fix it. Despite Circe's offering to find someone for her.
Closing the book she was currently reading, she tucked it under her arm and slipped from the stool. Unclasping her heavy cloak, she left everything, but her tea on the counter as she made her way to the nest that Circe had made with all the pilfered pillows. "It sounds suspiciously like you are matchmaking," she accused, settling herself down next to the other woman. Better to indulge her, Priya felt, than to leave her to her own devices. She tucked her feet beneath her robes, bringing her knees close to her chest. "I've no interest in a husband, let alone one that you would consider for me."
"I will only accept purple or blue flowers with large petals." She set the book on the cushions to her right, and propped it open as if she would continue reading. "I will fashion them into a crown as a declaration of my affection."
It was not entirely a lie. Circe was very good at making those around her fall in love. Despite her shortcomings. Priya had seen it in Arjun, and in others. She had been an apprentice at the time, and Arjun only a librarian. Not a pairing she had been interested in interrupting, not that she would have to. Circe had made it very clear where her preferences lie from that point on. Since then, Priya had kept an awkward distance from the both of them.
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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