Spur of The Moment [Memory #10]
POSTED ON Jan 9, 2022 0:50:09 GMT
Post by Marianne de Hyrule on Jan 9, 2022 0:50:09 GMT
Everything you ask for, nothing is above me
I'm shining like a candle in the dark
when you tell me that you love me
I'm shining like a candle in the dark
when you tell me that you love me
"Oh." Marianne's eyes almost literally sparkled. 'So that is the kind of things he wants to hear more about? It is easy!' "I did it right then... I am glad...."
And a sweet smile was in order. Truly, the princess seemed to be weak for approval. A little praise seemed to go a long way to lighten her mind, like dry flowers thirstily absorbing rain after a prolonged drought. It was true then, perhaps, that each people had different needs. And for the princess, her needs was surprisingly simple.
As Desmond paused for a while, so did Marianne, returning concentrate on brushing Macha's hair while her mind was quite clearly began to think again. 'I am not sure what good that would serve him.... Maybe he is just... passing time? Yes, maybe he is simply trying to be polite since I am waiting here. Oh I see. This 'hearing more of me' is just like the 'little talks' we always engage in banquets or soirees, but broader in scope. Little talks are useful to gauge the nobles' actual feelings on things and predict where their allegiance would sway next. And if I am lucky, I can get some vital secrets I can pursue later. But then again there is always something specific we secretly want to know in little talks. It is never: whatever you are willing to share.... Strange....'
Then, somehow, she was smiling by herself.
'But... knowing that someone actually want to hear whatever it is I am willing to share.... It actually feels quite nice. Maybe I should do it to others more often too....'
Specifics suited how Marianne operated better, far more than a broad direction. Like when she was asked what she actually wanted to do, Or when she said she wanted Desmond to tell about him more, she specifically implied that she wished to hear more about his past. It was her way of coping for the limited time she seemed to always had in her hand. So when the next question arrived, her mind immediately zoomed to it, only reflexively offered a smile and a soft "Thank you." at his praise.
"How lovely you look today!" "That dress really suits you!" "That is really a wonderful name you have!" Those are standard adjectival praises the princess had trained herself with, and which everyone in the game of court politics knew precisely when to fire off and reflexively replied to, the same way she automatically praised the Great Fairy from yesterday as soon as she heard her name. But then the challenge was how to make it look and sound genuine, something that Marianne excelled at.
"It is a lovely name, isn't it?" She nodded, looking somewhat more energized. "The Gerudo Chiefs especially liked to call me by Princess Crescentia, for some reason. I guess it is somewhat easier than Marianne, considering it sounds like a Gerudo name." 'It is the name of my actual dad's sister who passed away when she was very young. But everyone can dig a bit deep and know that King Daphnes VI or Queen Celeste did not have a sister named Crescentia, so I can't go with that version with you, can I?' "I am not sure what it actually means.... It is either because I was born under a crescent moon -which is an impossibility, since Autumn Equinoxes' moon are always full moon here... Though it was very cloudy that night so perhaps it looked like a crescent moon- or that silly story about a certain cookie my mother ate the day she got into labor. But either way, I do quite like it!"
Then she turned towards Desmond, as it was in her nature to inquire back when being inquired. She was told it was polite to do so. "What about you, Desmond? Does your name have a special meaning?" Her eyes widened in genuine interets. "And tell me more about the origin of the name Dragelion, too! The first time I heard about your brother's name, I thought you were all descendant of a dragon! With scaly face and small wings and all of that." A light chuckle. "But that can't be true...
...can it?"
And a sweet smile was in order. Truly, the princess seemed to be weak for approval. A little praise seemed to go a long way to lighten her mind, like dry flowers thirstily absorbing rain after a prolonged drought. It was true then, perhaps, that each people had different needs. And for the princess, her needs was surprisingly simple.
As Desmond paused for a while, so did Marianne, returning concentrate on brushing Macha's hair while her mind was quite clearly began to think again. 'I am not sure what good that would serve him.... Maybe he is just... passing time? Yes, maybe he is simply trying to be polite since I am waiting here. Oh I see. This 'hearing more of me' is just like the 'little talks' we always engage in banquets or soirees, but broader in scope. Little talks are useful to gauge the nobles' actual feelings on things and predict where their allegiance would sway next. And if I am lucky, I can get some vital secrets I can pursue later. But then again there is always something specific we secretly want to know in little talks. It is never: whatever you are willing to share.... Strange....'
Then, somehow, she was smiling by herself.
'But... knowing that someone actually want to hear whatever it is I am willing to share.... It actually feels quite nice. Maybe I should do it to others more often too....'
Specifics suited how Marianne operated better, far more than a broad direction. Like when she was asked what she actually wanted to do, Or when she said she wanted Desmond to tell about him more, she specifically implied that she wished to hear more about his past. It was her way of coping for the limited time she seemed to always had in her hand. So when the next question arrived, her mind immediately zoomed to it, only reflexively offered a smile and a soft "Thank you." at his praise.
"How lovely you look today!" "That dress really suits you!" "That is really a wonderful name you have!" Those are standard adjectival praises the princess had trained herself with, and which everyone in the game of court politics knew precisely when to fire off and reflexively replied to, the same way she automatically praised the Great Fairy from yesterday as soon as she heard her name. But then the challenge was how to make it look and sound genuine, something that Marianne excelled at.
"It is a lovely name, isn't it?" She nodded, looking somewhat more energized. "The Gerudo Chiefs especially liked to call me by Princess Crescentia, for some reason. I guess it is somewhat easier than Marianne, considering it sounds like a Gerudo name." 'It is the name of my actual dad's sister who passed away when she was very young. But everyone can dig a bit deep and know that King Daphnes VI or Queen Celeste did not have a sister named Crescentia, so I can't go with that version with you, can I?' "I am not sure what it actually means.... It is either because I was born under a crescent moon -which is an impossibility, since Autumn Equinoxes' moon are always full moon here... Though it was very cloudy that night so perhaps it looked like a crescent moon- or that silly story about a certain cookie my mother ate the day she got into labor. But either way, I do quite like it!"
Then she turned towards Desmond, as it was in her nature to inquire back when being inquired. She was told it was polite to do so. "What about you, Desmond? Does your name have a special meaning?" Her eyes widened in genuine interets. "And tell me more about the origin of the name Dragelion, too! The first time I heard about your brother's name, I thought you were all descendant of a dragon! With scaly face and small wings and all of that." A light chuckle. "But that can't be true...
...can it?"
A look on how her mind operates.
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