I watch her with quiet curiosity - almost admiration? There is much she is not telling me, that much I can only assume, but I have never been one to press for more information on a subject if the owner of that information is unwilling. Data provided from an unwilling host is tainted, inherently dishonest, wrong - it was far better in my mind, to ask only enough so that a base understanding can be formed, a direction that helps to guide where further digging can uncover further information at a future time.
Idly, I hope to one day learn more about this fascinating woman, no matter what that means.
Eyes that match my own bore into me, and I meet them welcomingly, hoping only warmth and acceptance is portrayed on my face. I nod as she speaks of those remaining behind, a brow raising at her shrug, though I do not question it - I can recognise feigned nonchalance when I see it, even if I am an expert in reading animal behaviour moreso than human behaviour (it was that pesky pride getting in the way, I was quietly certain of it).
And just as casually, she mentions that she's the daughter of the queen, though my mind reflects that this is a mother who exists as a different version of the mother that birthed Kia, I am still rather intrigued by the comment.
"I have faith in their strength and experience that they'll be safe," I offer, hoping the authenticity of my words is properly intoned, before allowing a devious smirk to shadow my lips. "The queen, huh?" I ask with a teasing tone, hoping I wasn't causing offense to royalty, but trusting that the nature of our interactions so far permitted me this jest. "If I'd known I was meeting a princess I wouldn't have made her fetch vegetables from the snowy street outside!"
Idly, I hope to one day learn more about this fascinating woman, no matter what that means.
Eyes that match my own bore into me, and I meet them welcomingly, hoping only warmth and acceptance is portrayed on my face. I nod as she speaks of those remaining behind, a brow raising at her shrug, though I do not question it - I can recognise feigned nonchalance when I see it, even if I am an expert in reading animal behaviour moreso than human behaviour (it was that pesky pride getting in the way, I was quietly certain of it).
And just as casually, she mentions that she's the daughter of the queen, though my mind reflects that this is a mother who exists as a different version of the mother that birthed Kia, I am still rather intrigued by the comment.
"I have faith in their strength and experience that they'll be safe," I offer, hoping the authenticity of my words is properly intoned, before allowing a devious smirk to shadow my lips. "The queen, huh?" I ask with a teasing tone, hoping I wasn't causing offense to royalty, but trusting that the nature of our interactions so far permitted me this jest. "If I'd known I was meeting a princess I wouldn't have made her fetch vegetables from the snowy street outside!"
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