[She pauses, quickly considering the pros and cons of lying. It'd be easy, but there's too much risk that someone would be able to point out they know the poem or story she tells.]
Unfortunately I have no skill in creating things on my own, but I have a very good memory. I've memorized hundreds of poems and stories and riddles and I love to share them.
I don't get many opportunities to show off the more feminine arts here, but I enjoy sharing.
Once upon a time. I had my presentation to society already as an eligible wife, but no one has taken me up on it. I'm a bit 'eccentric,' supposedly.
[WHO WOULD'VE GUESSED]
But it's alright. I have had quite the prestigious title awarded to me, so truly I have more freedom now than I ever would if I married. I don't mind so much.
[She sits there for a moment, staring at the words, letting them wind around her mind, over and over.
That's all they are to her. Just words without much meaning, things she's yet to be able to decipher. If she could, she'd probably feel annoyed that she can't understand it or even conjure up a phantom of the emotion associated with it.]
In the stories they say love conquers all. It must be such an amazing thing to have so many stories and mythos dedicated to it. People will kill or die for it without a second thought.
[She wonders where this could be going, eyes narrowing a little as she runs it around her head again. The fact that Five, just one person, knows about her...peculiarities is already one person too many for Winnie's safety. She's not sure how Wangji might react if he knew. He seems like someone too upstanding to just let it be, but he does seem fond of her. She's carefully cultivated (ha) that emotion towards her, but would it be enough to protect her?
The problem with people was that as predictable as one could be one you knew them well enough, Winnie still lacked the ability to truly tell had someone could react once emotions became involved. She could make her educated guesses and generally that worked out for her, but there was never a guarantee.
If Winnie had to put a word to it, she'd say she didn't like it and it was annoying, for whatever worth that had to someone like her.
So what was the right answer here? Or was these even was? She looks in the direction of the ground and frowns]
This feels like a trick question. With my senses, of course. Sight, smell, touch...
I simply mean that there's more involved than just one thing. When I touch the ground I can feel it, of course. But I can also see it and smell the earth.
Emotions are like that too, aren't they You can simplify them-- Happiness, Love, Anger. But they're almost enver just there.
There's amusement, being ecstatic, beaming. Infatuated, madly in love, being fond. There's being irritated, infuriated, 'boiling over with anger.'
Perhaps I'm just being pedantic on it, however. I really just find it all fascinating.
I'm curious! I didn't know you had a wife or had children. You're quite different from my father and I haven't heard you mention him before. Is he quite little still?
[She assumes he has like, a toddler or something.]
Oh, that boy! He does seem a dear. I'll do my best to help him as I can, though I fear I'm not nearly as mastered in things as he. If anything he will likely have things to teach me!
I'm glad your wife still lives. I lost my mother when I was too young to even remember her face except in portrait. I'm glad you have your family.
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Unfortunately I have no skill in creating things on my own, but I have a very good memory. I've memorized hundreds of poems and stories and riddles and I love to share them.
I don't get many opportunities to show off the more feminine arts here, but I enjoy sharing.
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You were intended a wife?
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But it's alright. I have had quite the prestigious title awarded to me, so truly I have more freedom now than I ever would if I married. I don't mind so much.
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I'm sure you'll be much luckier in love than I one day.
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Above all, devotion.
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How do you know the difference?
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When you open your mouth to breathe, and their name spills.
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That's all they are to her. Just words without much meaning, things she's yet to be able to decipher. If she could, she'd probably feel annoyed that she can't understand it or even conjure up a phantom of the emotion associated with it.]
In the stories they say love conquers all. It must be such an amazing thing to have so many stories and mythos dedicated to it. People will kill or die for it without a second thought.
I hope one day to inspire such devotion.
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Touch ground. How do you experience it?
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The problem with people was that as predictable as one could be one you knew them well enough, Winnie still lacked the ability to truly tell had someone could react once emotions became involved. She could make her educated guesses and generally that worked out for her, but there was never a guarantee.
If Winnie had to put a word to it, she'd say she didn't like it and it was annoying, for whatever worth that had to someone like her.
So what was the right answer here? Or was these even was? She looks in the direction of the ground and frowns]
This feels like a trick question. With my senses, of course. Sight, smell, touch...
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Emotions are like that too, aren't they You can simplify them-- Happiness, Love, Anger. But they're almost enver just there.
There's amusement, being ecstatic, beaming. Infatuated, madly in love, being fond. There's being irritated, infuriated, 'boiling over with anger.'
Perhaps I'm just being pedantic on it, however. I really just find it all fascinating.
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Affection is visceral. Physical. Their hurt is the hurt of your body. Their beginnings are not your ends. No boundaries.
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I suppose that's a flaw of mine. I view everything like that, my apologies.
I still can't imagine it, but perhaps some day.
Who is that makes you feel such a thing, Wangji? It seems you speak from experience.
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( Unmarried hussy detected. )
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[She assumes he has like, a toddler or something.]
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Young in his summers. Accomplished in zither, sword mastery and qin. Appraised of poetry, the etiquettes and calligraphy.
I beg you guide him.
( In the way of every father attempting not to lose face by seeming too thrilled with his child. )
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( That's it, that's the best he can say about his wife. )
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I'm glad your wife still lives. I lost my mother when I was too young to even remember her face except in portrait. I'm glad you have your family.
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