a moment stolen,
She buys the brooch, and the doll disappears.
Wink.
Mesnyi’s mouth twists into - into something very unflattering, but she says nothing to the scowling boy, and makes no comment about it to the beautiful woman whose name she already knows: Aghavni, Emissary of the Day Court. Daughter of nobler and crueler blood than most (than anyone, perhaps), and thief. Apparently.
Mesnyi leans close to the mare and says, honey-sweet, “You have excellent taste, Emissary.” She does not smile, and her gaze is a cold blue. How unfortunate that we have the same tastes, it says, but Mesnyi knows that to get the doll - did she even want it? She isn’t sure - she thinks she would’ve liked it to stay there - perhaps be adopted by a child - not this, certainly - would require leverage, and dedication, that she does not possess. It’s just a worn out doll. Mesnyi is more incensed by Aghavni’s crude destruction of an otherwise perfect moment in time.
Woman, doll, table. End scene.
(Enter Aghavni.)
@Aghavni
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"You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while."
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