Thread: They Can't Feel Like We Do (PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

Cavalier turned his head to give Mia another attentive look as they both walked their way down the winding street. Lady Mia, though we have only just met moments ago, I must say I have a good feeling about you. I think that you shall have no trouble 'keeping up' tonight. Indeed, Cavalier was being completely honest. The mere fact that she was willing to consider escorting a warforged despite what had to be a very bizarre situation for her, let alone actually do so, was a good judgment on her character in his opinion. He was keenly aware, more than she might realize, how open-minded she had to be when he knew full well what the most likely reactions to him would be--and the most likely reactions to her for being with him. He wasn't missing the occasional weird stares and gossiping whispers that the two of them were receiving as they walked down the street, even though he pretended to ignore them as he looked forward again. In truth, he actually hadn't expected 'success' at all tonight. The Crimson Lotus was not the first 'house of companionship' he had walked into this evening. He had tried several others, and got the anticipated--but still disappointing--reactions each time swift and vehement directions back the way he came. He had been ready to call his little experiment a bust before it even began an outcome he had known was likely when he had walked through the doors of the Lotus...and received what he considered to be the amazing fortune of Mia. At her question about they play they were to see, he thought it a little unlikely that she didn't know the deal with the only theater over in Downstairs district, but not impossible. Ah yes, the operas have been quite in vogue. Well, the play we are to be experiencing goes by the name The Sword's Regret , by one Luca Syara. Luca Syara-- that would most likely ring a bell to Mia. Despite 'only' being a Lower Menthis artist, Luca Syara was one of the most famous--or infamous, depending on who you asked, and there were many who'd answer such--playwrights trending in discussions in Sharn's entertainment circles, even in the upper wards of the city. As the two partners kept walking, Cavalier spoke up again. However, as we have a fair distance to go before we reach the first of our destinations tonight, I would just like to say... The odd warforged turned his head to look down at Mia again as they strode on. I think you have very good taste in dresses yours looks fantastic on you. The way it shimmers endlessly in the light, on such deep and passionate colors, is more spectacular than any mage-lights...like gem-stones in a flame. It also reveals just the right amount of yourself to display your irresistibly enticing grace. And it, of course, matches your lovely ribbon perfectly. The warforged said, each compliment smoothly flowing from one to the next. And he wasn't done. Yet, I find none of it compares to the radiance that is your own dazzling mane. It creates a remarkably soft and smooth curtain down your back, and burns so brightly that it is as if you carry a passionate fire of your very own with you, as a crown ...a blazing crown to match any royal's splendor. He made a momentary pause before continuing. I can perceive rather particularly that you must take exceptional care of your sublime tresses. You must be reserving time every day to maintain such pristine grandeur. The warforged's jaw flexed into another smile. I find such dedication to be admirable. Such aesthetic compliments were surely something Mia had heard many times before, but Cavalier still knew it must be so strange to hear such things from him ...