Thread: Secrets and Lies (Sync & Mali)

She waved her gloved hand in a most dainty flourish to dismiss his apology. No need. The real fault essentially would be that of my elbow. While I understand they do help my arms to bend, they can be quite the nuisance, in the case of my elbow sending that poor flute to its demise. She said it with such a charisma, it would be impossible not to smile at her charm. Though she didnt expect him to. After all, she could not see much of his face, just the outline of his body still swatched by the darker light of the sundown, unable to make out any distinct features. His voice lent him the approval of handsomeness but then again, such determinations could prove to be a folly. A man could have a very attractive voice but end up looking like a heinous caricature of what he could have looked like. Leaning her hip against the pillars that supported the ledge, she smiled faintly as he did his best to answer her question. She felt rather the same after people did speak to her, making her wish they hadnt. For what they had to say did not bode well to her ears or her reputation and only taught her just how far seedier people thought it was than it actually was. True. They were far more violent and cruel than the cruelty of those riddled in gossip, seeking it and relishing it. Though one could say that the power of the sword dulls in comparison to the power of the pen, or in this case, the power of words hearsay. She made a face far too cavalier for such words spoken but it only pointed the way of numbness she felt in the eye of such hearsay, scrutiny and spread of gossip. She wasnt immune to it, thats for sure but with the assumptions made in the past hour, one after the other, she was feeling little at the moment. Suffice to say, her only breath of fresh air wasnt the literal one taken before her encounter with this man but the actual encounter with him. He seemed not to know who she was, for her face and image were not obscured by the sundown but rather illuminated by it. That itself was the breath of fresh air. Some form of anonymity. As he took a step forward, she did the same and though the exact features of his face were not entirely clear, he did not look solely like a shadow either. I think it is incredibly safe to say that I am just about enjoying my attendance at this part as much as you are and not regretting it one bit. Though the last bit was laced heavily with sarcasm, because in truth, Elsa was regretting her attendance. She had been a fool to think that it would be so easy, that she wouldnt face the ire or scrutiny of women and the salacious offers or leers of men, married or not, whom were looking to do things with her or to her that they could not do with or to their wives, if they had one. Hypocrites, the lot of them. It started to paint the ugly truth of a picture clearer for her. In four months, she would be promptly disowned because who would want to marry a ruined woman like her? Whether she confirmed, denied or corrected the rumors, running away with a boy of no means was likely worse of a scandal than giving herself to many men over just to pay her travels back home. Fed up well enough with not seeing more than just a darkened shadow of him, she tilted her head, her eyes squinting just slightly. Would you mind stepping into the light? Elsa even stepped back so he had room to no longer be bathed in a shadow but rather illuminated, much like she currently was. Please?