on apping to scorched

[ladychampion]

Well when I said let's go on an adventure, can't say this is what I had in mind. So where d'you say I was going again? Anatole? And Coram isn't coming? But how am I going to get back? I like adventures but not one that I don't make of my own choosing. I'm a knight now, and I thought the point of adventures is going wherever you please?

..Did you just say the Duke is coming along? [her face starts to scrunch up, the beginnings of a very angry expression]
Then you give me no choice but to go, now?! Now that's no fair at all! Especially if Thom is coming along! Mithros, I'm going to clobber you--

--I'm not trying to be chivalrous!

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[the3rdeye]

How quaint.

[ladychampion]

I don't see anything quaint about this.

[the3rdeye]

A knight valiantly accepting a quest in order to protect the people she loves? I do believe a bard has told me that one before. It was a pretty tale.

[ladychampion]

It's not the first time. We took our vows for life as knights. It's more than a song.

[the3rdeye]

[silvery, distinctly patronizing laughter] Touchy, touchy. I never said it didn't happen, did I? Bards sing of more than fiction, if I recall, unless yours are different.

[ladychampion]

[She catches it well enough, and her voice is cold. ]
Is there something you wish to say to me, my lady? Or are you simply speaking for the sake of it?

[the3rdeye]

[easier to be patronizing than admit that you are slightly jealous!!!] Oh, for the sake of it--but don't misunderstand. "Quaint" does imply some manner of "charm", after all.

[ladychampion]

I've learned a few manners of charm.
[oh galatea just come be a knight. come to tortall..you know you want to.]

[the3rdeye]

Have you? Well, you need not demonstrate. I assure you my imagination is sufficiently developed.

[YEAH NO too much idealism ugh]

[ladychampion]

It sounds pretty lacking, if y'ask me. [and she just smiles.]
Where are you from, my lady?

[the3rdeye]

[more of that silvery laughter] I suppose children would know best, since imagination is their realm. Perhaps little old me just simply cannot compare anymore.

And goodness, who taught you to change subjects? I suppose one awkward turn deserves another, though, since I have no satisfying answer for you. My home has neither name nor fame; I would almost ask you to put it out of your mind. I barely spare it a thought myself, save for how pitiful it is.

[ladychampion]

I'm hardly a child any longer. [she hasn't really been one for a long time, but she listens just the same. the woman is rude, she'll give her that. ]

Well then, I'd say we have an agreement on homes then. Wasn't too fond of mine either.