βI am hoping for far more than just the one, but in the interest of fairness, I will temper my expectations and focus on the one before us,β he responds with a mirthful quirk to his smile, a gentle tease that surfaces only on rare occasions, in the most trusted of company. Many in Viscinct know him to be a serious man, with most more likely to speak of his artistic sensibilities than they are his sense of humor, but even with all that has transpired between them, he finds it easier to be relaxed in Kisaraβs presence, to adopt a playfulness that he never would have dared when he was still Lord and felt confined by his role.
βI look forward to it,β he goes on, βBut I have long looked forward to the enjoyment of your company. There is no need to worry over what to say— I only hope you will forgive me this dreadful fumble. It would be a shame if it were to spoil our tea— as we both have our share of responsibilities, I feel we are at least due that bit of respite before we return to them.β
He gestures broadly at the table between them with an open palm.
βThat said, I am glad to have made a momentary fool of myself if it meant getting such things out in the open. I hope it will give you something to laugh about, as well as consider?β
Matter-of-factly asking someone to marry you over tea was, he realizes in retrospect, rather comical from a certain angle.
Yes, naturally. The implication of a proposal does sort of point towards the way that they are very likely to see other dinners together. They have to start somewhere, however. The sooner Kisara stops looking at him as the lord she served and more as the former lord, still sort of leader to their people, who would like it if she stopped serving him and more lead with him, the better. Old habits, however, certainly die hard.
"You didn't spoil the tea," she manages to reply, shaking her head, and offering him an apologetic and reassuring look.
Tapping fingertips against her teacup, she still feels a little winded by the conversation and the weight of it. If one of them has spoiled their tea, it's probably her, in truth, though it would have been as equally a strange reaction to just accept his proposal, which a part of her has thought he made in haste. If he's had these feelings for as long as it seems he's had, then it wouldn't be hasty at all. Maybe just a matter of reaching the threshold for patience.
One can't know something if it's not said, after all.
Loosing a sigh, she continues. "I don't know that I'm going to laugh about it, but the considering part is already at the top of my to-do. Seems a fair way to spend my free time today." Provided she's willing to let herself have any free time after all that's been said and done. "Maybe we'll both laugh about it in the near future. I wonder what made you think over teatime was the opportune moment. Maybe my talk of wanting to leave and find myself."
Maybe he really was concerned she might leave and just not come back.
"That may well have contributed, but I confess, I had been thinking about it before then," Dohalim admits with a soft laugh, taking his own teacup in hand. What had made him think this was the opportune moment? It's difficult to put it into words immediately, and in hindsight, it does seem quite foolish to have done so, but he knows where his heart had been.
"I suppose I felt that tea would be a time that was simply ours— without any responsibilities or onlookers to trouble ourselves with," he goes on to say, offering another smile over the rim of his cup before he pauses to take a measured sip. "Though I would not have you feel as though you cannot go where you wish... but I hope you do realize you would be dearly missed, should you leave for any length of time, even with the intent to return."
"That's fair," Kisara begins thoughtfully. When thinking about it like that, it makes more sense. It's highly unlikely that having a tea together would leave them in the company of others. Maybe they don't have many moments where they can steal away together. It seems one or both of them tend to find themselves in the public eye. It would have been a very complicated situation if he'd asked her such a thing in front of others.
Kisara can't promise she would have handled it as maturely as she'd like to.
Tapping her fingers against the side of her teacup, her smile grows just a touch. Dearly missed, even with the intent to return. Has she truly become so important to him? It's touching. Having spent her life in Menancia, Kisara can't imagine being anywhere else. Maybe in some ways she's become very accustomed to having Dohalim in her life as well. She may no longer be blinded by the past, but it doesn't make him any less important to her.
"You could always just come with me. Although I know how you feel about fishing. You'd probably enjoy the orphanage more."
βI do not have your talent or any particular desire to improve my skill with fishing, itβs true, but I quite enjoy watching you fish,β Dohalim reasons, disinclined to dismiss the idea out of hand. It would be refreshing, in fact, to have an opportunity to step away from Autelina Palace once more— his work here was now as one among many who cared about Menanciaβs future, but after they and their companions had traveled far and wide, it feels a bit more stifling than it used to.
βIβve also yet to see the orphanage with my own eyes, and I would be glad to see the fruits of your labors for myself, as well as offer any aid as I can.β If she had meant the offer in jest, sheβll find that heβs actually considering it quite seriously. βIβve no doubt the council can spare me for a number of days, with things delegated properly.β
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βI look forward to it,β he goes on, βBut I have long looked forward to the enjoyment of your company. There is no need to worry over what to say— I only hope you will forgive me this dreadful fumble. It would be a shame if it were to spoil our tea— as we both have our share of responsibilities, I feel we are at least due that bit of respite before we return to them.β
He gestures broadly at the table between them with an open palm.
βThat said, I am glad to have made a momentary fool of myself if it meant getting such things out in the open. I hope it will give you something to laugh about, as well as consider?β
Matter-of-factly asking someone to marry you over tea was, he realizes in retrospect, rather comical from a certain angle.
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Yes, naturally. The implication of a proposal does sort of point towards the way that they are very likely to see other dinners together. They have to start somewhere, however. The sooner Kisara stops looking at him as the lord she served and more as the former lord, still sort of leader to their people, who would like it if she stopped serving him and more lead with him, the better. Old habits, however, certainly die hard.
"You didn't spoil the tea," she manages to reply, shaking her head, and offering him an apologetic and reassuring look.
Tapping fingertips against her teacup, she still feels a little winded by the conversation and the weight of it. If one of them has spoiled their tea, it's probably her, in truth, though it would have been as equally a strange reaction to just accept his proposal, which a part of her has thought he made in haste. If he's had these feelings for as long as it seems he's had, then it wouldn't be hasty at all. Maybe just a matter of reaching the threshold for patience.
One can't know something if it's not said, after all.
Loosing a sigh, she continues. "I don't know that I'm going to laugh about it, but the considering part is already at the top of my to-do. Seems a fair way to spend my free time today." Provided she's willing to let herself have any free time after all that's been said and done. "Maybe we'll both laugh about it in the near future. I wonder what made you think over teatime was the opportune moment. Maybe my talk of wanting to leave and find myself."
Maybe he really was concerned she might leave and just not come back.
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"I suppose I felt that tea would be a time that was simply ours— without any responsibilities or onlookers to trouble ourselves with," he goes on to say, offering another smile over the rim of his cup before he pauses to take a measured sip. "Though I would not have you feel as though you cannot go where you wish... but I hope you do realize you would be dearly missed, should you leave for any length of time, even with the intent to return."
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Kisara can't promise she would have handled it as maturely as she'd like to.
Tapping her fingers against the side of her teacup, her smile grows just a touch. Dearly missed, even with the intent to return. Has she truly become so important to him? It's touching. Having spent her life in Menancia, Kisara can't imagine being anywhere else. Maybe in some ways she's become very accustomed to having Dohalim in her life as well. She may no longer be blinded by the past, but it doesn't make him any less important to her.
"You could always just come with me. Although I know how you feel about fishing. You'd probably enjoy the orphanage more."
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βIβve also yet to see the orphanage with my own eyes, and I would be glad to see the fruits of your labors for myself, as well as offer any aid as I can.β If she had meant the offer in jest, sheβll find that heβs actually considering it quite seriously. βIβve no doubt the council can spare me for a number of days, with things delegated properly.β