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25.Apr.18, 09:40 AM
“Oh,” Xyliah murmured, unsure if she was more surprised by how young he was, or by how old he was. She was consciously aware that she was surprised by the fact that he was obviously unmarried. Everyone she knew (mostly family) had been married well before they were past twenty-one, and even then both her brothers had been married by eighteen – well, the younger was turning eighteen later in the Turn, but his marriage was arranged for the month following.
Xyliah had so many questions she wanted to ask of Jalazmar. Was he craft trained? Was that why he was still single? Or had his first wife died? She hated to think she was a replacement for someone he may well have loved, or who had possibly given him children – Oh Faranth! What if she was going to become a step-mum to some deceased woman’s children?! What if they hated her?! Eyes wide with her thoughts, Xyliah looked up at Jalazmar the same moment he called her naughty, and she stared at him blankly. It took his bright grin and continued comment for her to realise he was talking about her cat and not… something else?
She smiled slowly, expression relaxing, but no less genuine. “Father had his reasons,” she said softly, not explaining. Not yet, anyway; the memory of her gelding was still tender and she did not want to risk frightening her future husband by collapsing into tears by talking of the beautiful small horse she had once owned. Instead, she followed the conversation of her current fluffy baby, and her smile brightened at Jalazmar’s acceptance of her invitation. “Oh, I’m glad!” she grinned, eyes bright. She hoped Sunshine liked him! It would be awfully embarrassing if her cat peed on his boots or something!
Tilting her head a bit, Xyliah considered Jalazmar somewhat regretfully. “I’m afraid I had better go prepare for dinner,” she said. There was still a fair bit of time to go, but she was quite anxious to have a long soak in the rather large bathtub she had access too. It was so relaxing, and the oils they had provided smelled so delightful! She glanced at Jalazmar shyly. “Mother didn’t approve of long baths,” she explained softly, blushing hotly at being so forward, but she wanted him to understand that she wasn’t going to spend the next several hours fossicking through dresses for dinner. She tended to wear whatever she stumbled across that was also clean and tidy. She didn’t care for multiple outfits if she could avoid it.
“I hope you’ll excuse me,” She said brightly, standing up as her blush faded and she flashed a cheerful smile. “I’ll see you at dinner, my lord.” She waited politely for his goodbyes before leaving his rooms, making sure the door closed firmly behind her. Glancing at it with wide eyes, she bit her bottom lip before hiking her skirts up and making a mad dash down the halls to her room, absolutely giddy! She flew into her room, startling her childhood maid; throwing the door shut, Xyliah leaned against it dramatically as she stared at the slightly older woman, who stared right back until Xyliah managed to find her voice and request a bath be drawn, though she didn’t move for several minutes as she went over the whole meeting again.
Xyliah had so many questions she wanted to ask of Jalazmar. Was he craft trained? Was that why he was still single? Or had his first wife died? She hated to think she was a replacement for someone he may well have loved, or who had possibly given him children – Oh Faranth! What if she was going to become a step-mum to some deceased woman’s children?! What if they hated her?! Eyes wide with her thoughts, Xyliah looked up at Jalazmar the same moment he called her naughty, and she stared at him blankly. It took his bright grin and continued comment for her to realise he was talking about her cat and not… something else?
She smiled slowly, expression relaxing, but no less genuine. “Father had his reasons,” she said softly, not explaining. Not yet, anyway; the memory of her gelding was still tender and she did not want to risk frightening her future husband by collapsing into tears by talking of the beautiful small horse she had once owned. Instead, she followed the conversation of her current fluffy baby, and her smile brightened at Jalazmar’s acceptance of her invitation. “Oh, I’m glad!” she grinned, eyes bright. She hoped Sunshine liked him! It would be awfully embarrassing if her cat peed on his boots or something!
Tilting her head a bit, Xyliah considered Jalazmar somewhat regretfully. “I’m afraid I had better go prepare for dinner,” she said. There was still a fair bit of time to go, but she was quite anxious to have a long soak in the rather large bathtub she had access too. It was so relaxing, and the oils they had provided smelled so delightful! She glanced at Jalazmar shyly. “Mother didn’t approve of long baths,” she explained softly, blushing hotly at being so forward, but she wanted him to understand that she wasn’t going to spend the next several hours fossicking through dresses for dinner. She tended to wear whatever she stumbled across that was also clean and tidy. She didn’t care for multiple outfits if she could avoid it.
“I hope you’ll excuse me,” She said brightly, standing up as her blush faded and she flashed a cheerful smile. “I’ll see you at dinner, my lord.” She waited politely for his goodbyes before leaving his rooms, making sure the door closed firmly behind her. Glancing at it with wide eyes, she bit her bottom lip before hiking her skirts up and making a mad dash down the halls to her room, absolutely giddy! She flew into her room, startling her childhood maid; throwing the door shut, Xyliah leaned against it dramatically as she stared at the slightly older woman, who stared right back until Xyliah managed to find her voice and request a bath be drawn, though she didn’t move for several minutes as she went over the whole meeting again.
