The End is Where We Start From

[ambitious_woman]

[It has been a year

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[ambitious_woman]

[There is a sharp, half smile. Her mouth is painted red]

That would imply that I am a lady.

[ambitious_woman]

[she steps closer to him then, her movement brief and precise in contrast to his own. The air between them collapses]

There is a flaw in your words.

[wontplaythesap]

[tips back his fedora to take a good, long look at her, then lets out a low, approving whistle.]

Ain't the sort of place I'd expect a lady.

[ambitious_woman]

[she glances at him over her shoulder, not entirely interested]

And what sort of place is that?

[wontplaythesap]

Well, place where men like me meet up.

[starts to circle her] I'm gonna take a wild leap out there and guess you're not from 1941, are you, Princess?

[ambitious_woman]

[something about him sets her teeth on edge, and her mouth compresses slightly]

1750. And how gratifying to find that in two centuries men still have not managed to learn the art of manners. Shall I spin for you?

[firstmadeson]

[Sorin is just walking past; lost in his own thoughts and dreams of how to cheer his father up and fix everything- his sire has been miserable again and... Well; it's worrying. But the sight of her jolts him slightly and he pauses- turning his head to frown at her contemplativly] ...My lady?

[ambitious_woman]

[there is an odd angle to her smile]

Everyone seems so convinced that I am one. Is it the gown?

[firstmadeson]

[He notes that with faint interest; filing it away in case it is needed later.

But for now he just smiles slightly and bows his head] My apologies if I have offended you in any way; you just carry yourself in a way that suggests it [He pauses and then his smile grows just slightly] the gown does help a little however.

[ambitious_woman]

[He is watching her, and yet she cannot entirely mind it. After all, she is inclined to study people herself. And so she thaws, by degrees]

In truth, it is not what I am accustomed to wearing.

[handysparehand]

[quiet for a minute or two, hands stuffed in pockets, and then finally almost as if he's worried about catching her by surprise]

Reinette?

[ambitious_woman]

[it would not be false to suggest she was just thinking of him]

It has been a year.

[by way of greeting, thoughtful]

[handysparehand]

[he's surprised at this, surprised he's somehow lost track and it could've been both that long ago and still that recently all at the same time.]

I suppose it has, hasn't it?

[ambitious_woman]

[she indicates her gown with the merest of glances, set upon watching him instead]

It felt as if I should mark the occasion somehow.