Post by Regan Connell on Dec 4, 2017 14:43:54 GMT -5
There were ways of sharing words that didn't require him to stand up in front of people and try to speak. Regan was a little surprised to find a man so capable - he was a knight of the Clavigers! - possessed by shyness, yet she understood his feelings rather well. She had blossomed out of the worst of her shyness since coming to Bordelaix, yet the city had not completely cured her of it. There were still plenty of situations and times when she wanted to flee right back to Vulcanis and the safety in a well-known way of life.
Her smile softened as Sir Tristan sought to apologize and explain why he'd been silent. To Regan, it was a compliment that she'd been able to make him forget himself enough to grow lost in thought. Listening to his explanation and the realization he'd reached - one she'd been about to voice - she nodded. "That may be best for you, and isn't that what's important? It could be that your words will be all the more precious and have more impact because they're not spoken, don't you think? People talk too much anyways," she couldn't resist teasing gently, knowing that she was certainly guilty of that herself.
Ah, then he turned a question on her that put her into the same precise position he'd been in - silent while she pondered. Fiery brows knitted as she considered, a hand absently tugging on a curl in a habit started in childhood. Finally, she answered slowly. "Glad? I don't know if glad is the right word, but it was necessary. Now I think I am ready to go home, knowing that Bordelaix is far too grand and sophisticated for me." Regan grasped all too well the truth that she wasn't likely to be one of the great ladies she'd admired so in court.
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Tristan Deschênes