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In truth, Inara preferred to spend more of her time at her home by the waterfall or wandering the beach than cooped up in the Compound. The comforts of air conditioning and the like aside, it seemed like a waste to pass so many hours indoors when the weather and the island itself were hěn měi lì. If she were to be stuck in this place, she meant to enjoy what she could of it. With the change in scenery, too, had come a change in her residence, and she felt more at home in the place she had now.
That said, there were some things which required her to go inside. She had gone into the Compound in search of paper and pen, after which she had spent a half an hour at a table in the rec room, pondering the precise wording of her notice. Such things were xiān xiǎo here, she had noticed, and though she found the more old-fashioned sensibilities of some of the islanders absurd, they weren't stranger to her than the mindsets of so many in her own time. Social mores varied by world, even by city. One learned to adapt. Besides, without an economy in which to work and bearing in mind that the physical aspect of her education had only come into play years into her training, the real focus of her offer was on the traditions and graces which she had learned at House Madrassa.
After a while, she finished and pinned the advertisement, written in her careful hand, to the notice board.
Seeking potential pupils in the arts and traditions of Companionship. Applicants must be prepared for a rigorous, long-term course of study of language, dance, music, social graces, psychology and more. If interested, please contact Inara Serra.
She considered her work for a moment, then returned to the table where she had been. Maybe no one would be interested, but it was time to take that step. The next thing to do was to plan the details of the party she had told Kaylee she might have. If this really was to remain her home, then she would simply have to make the best of it.
So lovely; delicate. No more new tags please. ♥