[Arles sighs lightly, brushing his fingers through his bangs.] I've all-but raised him myself, but this is his first time living in a peaceful environment. He's rather lacking for entertainment.
[He does... While Arles is familiar with Guillan and the way he thinks, what he likes to do, and so on, it is his first time in a peaceful (mostly) environment. Guillan doesn't know what it's like not being hunted.]
[He tilts a mischievous smile at her, a slight shine to his eyes. His tail doesn't wag behind him, but it swishes lightly.] I hardly thought I was good at love, until I was suddenly in it.
But you're so... so graceful and pretty and cool and-- [ WAVES HER HANDS ABOUT FOR EMPHASIS. ] So I bet you wouldn't-- didn't have as much trouble!
[ She can't see herself being one of those princesses she loved so much, honestly. The stories never had princesses tripping over themselves or spilling tea on their skirts or other people-- ]
[ Why? That's a complicated question to answer, so Mary takes a moment to think about how to make it simple, running her fingers along the book spines as she walks. ]
... I lost my mother. After that, there was no one else.
[Arles's voice is coloured with regret-- and sympathy. He always had his pack so he's never been alone, but other than Rath, there is no more of his family left.] I'm sorry.
I read all the books I used to read with her, though-- over and over. [ Why she's saying this, even Mary isn't sure. To keep the grief from rising up again, maybe. ] But I was never as good with the voices.
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[ Reading might be hard for someone like that, but maybe... ]
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[Arles smiles wryly.] Do you think there might be anything suitable for him to read?
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[Arles sighs lightly, brushing his fingers through his bangs.] I've all-but raised him myself, but this is his first time living in a peaceful environment. He's rather lacking for entertainment.
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[ She has no idea this is the unsavory Guillan Zara had warned her about... ]
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[He does... While Arles is familiar with Guillan and the way he thinks, what he likes to do, and so on, it is his first time in a peaceful (mostly) environment. Guillan doesn't know what it's like not being hunted.]
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[He tilts a mischievous smile at her, a slight shine to his eyes. His tail doesn't wag behind him, but it swishes lightly.] I hardly thought I was good at love, until I was suddenly in it.
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[ She can't see herself being one of those princesses she loved so much, honestly. The stories never had princesses tripping over themselves or spilling tea on their skirts or other people-- ]
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Ah, but I was younger then. Elvira, on the other hand, I felt was far more composed than I.
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[ She's sure she read that once. ]
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[Where do you read these things, Mary?]
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[ Proud nod. ]
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[Such a bookworm...]
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[Are they gonna head to the children's section for books? They sure are. Arles will find something...]
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[ Not actually an exaggeration. ]
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[Perhaps the timidness is a giveaway of a long time alone, but nevertheless.]
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... I lost my mother. After that, there was no one else.
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[Arles's voice is coloured with regret-- and sympathy. He always had his pack so he's never been alone, but other than Rath, there is no more of his family left.] I'm sorry.
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Is that how you remember her, Mary? [Read the same books, over and over... The thought grieves him, the picture of it.]
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[ It wasn't the same, but it had been faint comfort at the time. ]
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