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[goldflecked.livejournal.com]

This place is beautiful. I enjoyed the castle, but this has a certain charm to it that I have not experienced before. The tower is quite exotic.

Even the kitchen is new to me, with the strange ways to heat food. I've tried some of my mother's old recipes, if anyone is hungry! There is bread, soup and roast.

[Myra can, obviously, be found in the kitchen, surrounded by pots and pans. Somebody is nesting.]

Ah... one more thing. Are there any other healers present?

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[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

Myra-- is that short for anything?

[goldflecked.livejournal.com]

No, it is not. [She brushes some of her hair from her face.]

We prefer short names in our family.

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[finishing up the last of his food, still reveling in every bite]

Mm, lucky. My mother had a particular love of long names. I don't think any of her brood were given less than four syllables.

[goldflecked.livejournal.com]

[Brood? That was... not, he couldn't mean it that way. It had to be a translation error.]

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[probably! He's just gonna keep eating, pretending that he isn't taking careful note of her expression while he busies himself with using the bread to clean up the last bits from his plate]

[goldflecked.livejournal.com]

[She seems a bit awkward now, and isn't certain where to look.]

Ah... would you like some more?

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[what an interesting reaction! He'll continue to pretend not to notice, however]

Mmm, perhaps a little bit, yes. Thank you.

[goldflecked.livejournal.com]

[Dang, now she has to get up again. One moment...]






[...yes, that's better.]

More to drink, as well?

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[yep, he is that guy who makes a pregnant lady get up again. He is unrepentantly that jerk.]

If there is some, yes please.

[goldflecked.livejournal.com]

Certainly.

[Have some milk and more food, Tek. She's not getting up again after this, though.]

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[fair enough.

He'll just dig in then, leaving enough time to make it not so obvious that the food was an excuse to sit there longer]

...Mm, have I complimented you on your skin, yet? I don't think I've seen anything quite like it.

[goldflecked.livejournal.com]

Oh... thank you.

[She blushes slightly at that, looking down at her hands. Her fingers seemed like they had been dipped in gold paint, with sharp golden claws finishing that look.]

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[yep, pretty much everything about that sets off alarms for him. And he just smiles]

Well... I've seen something like it, but certainly not exact.

[goldflecked.livejournal.com]

You've... seen something like it?

[Concerned, now.]

What was it?

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[oh hey, finally, he's acting like he notices her change of expression]

...Is there something wrong?

[goldflecked.livejournal.com]

[Myra quickly shakes her head at that. This man just had her on edge... regarding who or what her father had been.]

It is nothing.

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

Are you sure?

[goldflecked.livejournal.com]

...I am sure.

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

Then, would you mind me asking why you look the way you do?

[goldflecked.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[She glances away at that.]

I am a half-breed. My mother was a Sunyian elf, and my father... she only referred to him as the 'golden creature'.

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

'Golden creature'... is that so?

[his expression doesn't change much, really, but there's something behind it now that is a little knowing and perhaps even unkind]

[goldflecked.livejournal.com]

[You're freaking her out a bit, sir.]

...that is so.

[heresyandlace.livejournal.com]

[...he does that sometimes, yeah.]

Intriguing.

[he takes a moment to finish up the last bit of his plate before pushing his chair back from the table. He breathes a contented sigh at the wonderful food, but his demeanor is just a little less genuinely friendly than it had been before]

My, that was the best meal I've had in quite a while. Thank you again for your gracious hospitality.

[goldflecked.livejournal.com]

[It makes her have cold chills and her claws itch in need to defend herself.]

...you're quite welcome, sir.