Would I? I don't like many people. [There's a certain freedom in being able to say that... one gets the sense that she usually has to build her way up to such honesty.] Since you're the one saying it, I'll have to believe you.
[That brings them back to the Blue Foxes, many of whom she's not sure she could ever have said she liked very much.]
We were together for quite some time, long enough to see the company's reputation grown significantly thanks to our actions, and to witness the escalation of the faction conflict.
Ideological differences surrounding said conflict are what drove us apart in the end. I don't think any manner of debate is going to change where we stand.
HELP I AM SO SORRY ABOUT MY INBOX........ vanishes sheepishly into the mist
[ Maybe it's strange, with Psyche's temperament, but that gets a little smile from her. ] That's a little like her, too. I like your honesty, Waltaquin.
[ It's a charm point! She sinks down a little to relax, propping her arms on her knees as she watches Waltaquin's face. ]
Oh... a little more than just a disagreement. If it's something you both believe deeply, then... I wonder if there's any resolving that. They'd have to want to change, or you would... [ Hmm. Psyche's gaze goes absentminded, like for a moment she's seeing something else entirely. ] What was the conflict? And... what was the difference?
jasdklas IT'S OK even if you deleted every single notif from me ever......i forigve you
The Shaytham dynasty is at a crossroads. The royal princes are currently locked in an embittered battle for the right to the throne. [She's condensing...this says nothing about the riots, the employees of both factions falling on hard times, the Lords Council and its intrigue, the peasants rattling their bars for democracy -
She folds her hands together over her stomach, tilting her head back. For a rare instant she looks troubled.]
One of my fellow heads informed us, guided with Rias, that he was in fact the late Levantia Shaytham, fourth son of the king and long believed dead. He asserts he has been concealing his identity all this time as well as his Mark of the Blessed, a holy birthmark of the royal family.
[Her gaze returns to Psyche. Does she understand?]
[ Maybe it's not just the flickers of resemblance to Medea that make it so easy for Psyche to feel — "comfortable" might not be quite the right word for what she is with Waltaquin. Familiar, perhaps? Their worlds really are a surprising amount alike.
Psyche takes that in, watching Waltaquin's expression with a little frown. She's still only a student of these things, but the way Waltaquin talks about them... that's a little like Medea, too. A trail of clues, a look that says "are you following me?" that makes her want to prove that she can keep up. ]
Mm... and you don't believe him. A lost prince appearing out of the blue when everyone is struggling for the throne is like something out of a storybook, isn't it? But... people would like it. It's romantic. [ In the fairy tale sense, anyway. ]
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[That brings them back to the Blue Foxes, many of whom she's not sure she could ever have said she liked very much.]
We were together for quite some time, long enough to see the company's reputation grown significantly thanks to our actions, and to witness the escalation of the faction conflict.
Ideological differences surrounding said conflict are what drove us apart in the end. I don't think any manner of debate is going to change where we stand.
HELP I AM SO SORRY ABOUT MY INBOX........ vanishes sheepishly into the mist
[ It's a charm point! She sinks down a little to relax, propping her arms on her knees as she watches Waltaquin's face. ]
Oh... a little more than just a disagreement. If it's something you both believe deeply, then... I wonder if there's any resolving that. They'd have to want to change, or you would... [ Hmm. Psyche's gaze goes absentminded, like for a moment she's seeing something else entirely. ] What was the conflict? And... what was the difference?
jasdklas IT'S OK even if you deleted every single notif from me ever......i forigve you
She folds her hands together over her stomach, tilting her head back. For a rare instant she looks troubled.]
One of my fellow heads informed us, guided with Rias, that he was in fact the late Levantia Shaytham, fourth son of the king and long believed dead. He asserts he has been concealing his identity all this time as well as his Mark of the Blessed, a holy birthmark of the royal family.
[Her gaze returns to Psyche. Does she understand?]
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Psyche takes that in, watching Waltaquin's expression with a little frown. She's still only a student of these things, but the way Waltaquin talks about them... that's a little like Medea, too. A trail of clues, a look that says "are you following me?" that makes her want to prove that she can keep up. ]
Mm... and you don't believe him. A lost prince appearing out of the blue when everyone is struggling for the throne is like something out of a storybook, isn't it? But... people would like it. It's romantic. [ In the fairy tale sense, anyway. ]