“Wait and see” doesn’t really seem like your style, but I suppose that’s all there is for it, then.
[ Dorothea can play the instrument easily enough without watching her fingers—she watches Claude’s expression instead, the play of emotions on his face and the way he schools them almost as quickly as they appear. It’s easy to miss if you aren’t paying attention, if you don’t know what to look for, but Dorothea is an actress (and a fairly good one, she’s been led to believe).
When Claude says he’s never heard the song, her brows arch minutely. A lie, if not an obvious one; Claude is a good actor too, it seems. Why hide the truth, though? Why hide this truth? A few reasons readily come to mind, but she doesn’t push. He keeps talking instead.
In response to his question, Dorothea gives a casual shrug. ]
I wouldn’t call it popular, exactly, but the Almyrans are so far removed from us in Adrestia that they aren’t regarded as the boogeymen they seem to be in the Alliance.
Anyway, people are just people, aren’t they? When I was an orphan living on the street, noble men and women would treat stray animals with less contempt than they reserved for children like me. I was less than a beast in their eyes, but look at me now, the “mystical songstress” of the Mittelfrank. Petra has told me so many things about Brigid, too, and their songs and dances.
So, the way I see it, if it’s true for us commoners and for the people of Brigid—that we have the capacity to create things, our own culture with art and music and poetry—why wouldn’t the same be true for the Almyrans? Are their hearts not moved by beauty when they see or hear it? I’m sure they are. Positive, even.
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[ Dorothea can play the instrument easily enough without watching her fingers—she watches Claude’s expression instead, the play of emotions on his face and the way he schools them almost as quickly as they appear. It’s easy to miss if you aren’t paying attention, if you don’t know what to look for, but Dorothea is an actress (and a fairly good one, she’s been led to believe).
When Claude says he’s never heard the song, her brows arch minutely. A lie, if not an obvious one; Claude is a good actor too, it seems. Why hide the truth, though? Why hide this truth? A few reasons readily come to mind, but she doesn’t push. He keeps talking instead.
In response to his question, Dorothea gives a casual shrug. ]
I wouldn’t call it popular, exactly, but the Almyrans are so far removed from us in Adrestia that they aren’t regarded as the boogeymen they seem to be in the Alliance.
Anyway, people are just people, aren’t they? When I was an orphan living on the street, noble men and women would treat stray animals with less contempt than they reserved for children like me. I was less than a beast in their eyes, but look at me now, the “mystical songstress” of the Mittelfrank. Petra has told me so many things about Brigid, too, and their songs and dances.
So, the way I see it, if it’s true for us commoners and for the people of Brigid—that we have the capacity to create things, our own culture with art and music and poetry—why wouldn’t the same be true for the Almyrans? Are their hearts not moved by beauty when they see or hear it? I’m sure they are. Positive, even.