[ The words die on her lips. If it had been any other evening, she may well not have began that sentence at all, but something within her spurs her into action, into words, a strange urge to act on some unspoken something between herself and the man beside her, who has been with her most every step of the way in her life, always there with a warm smile and a fierce, burning loyalty.
... It spurs her to continue. As they walk and continue enjoying the sights all around them, they arrive to the edge of the heated pool. ]
I was describing your eyes, Thoma...
[ It's spoken with the quiet strength she lends to her words as the Shirasagi Himegimi, the sort of air about it that comes when she's asserting himself as the young lady of the Kamisato Clan, a figure within the Yashiro Commission - and yet there's something almost painfully earnest about it, too, that doesn't come from the princess. Not even from the young Lady Kamisato. It comes from Ayaka.
Thoma makes his suggestion known, and yet before he can do anything like guide them away, she reaches out, fingers curling around his sleeve as she steps forward—
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[ The words die on her lips. If it had been any other evening, she may well not have began that sentence at all, but something within her spurs her into action, into words, a strange urge to act on some unspoken something between herself and the man beside her, who has been with her most every step of the way in her life, always there with a warm smile and a fierce, burning loyalty.
... It spurs her to continue. As they walk and continue enjoying the sights all around them, they arrive to the edge of the heated pool. ]
I was describing your eyes, Thoma...
[ It's spoken with the quiet strength she lends to her words as the Shirasagi Himegimi, the sort of air about it that comes when she's asserting himself as the young lady of the Kamisato Clan, a figure within the Yashiro Commission - and yet there's something almost painfully earnest about it, too, that doesn't come from the princess. Not even from the young Lady Kamisato. It comes from Ayaka.
Thoma makes his suggestion known, and yet before he can do anything like guide them away, she reaches out, fingers curling around his sleeve as she steps forward—
and slips on the fabric of her long gown. ]