[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.
None. My mother died shortly after bringing me into this world, unfortunately. I was sickly and my father over-protective, so I was raised in relative isolation.
There was a girl my father brought in as my lady's maid. She was the closest I've ever had to a sister, I suppose. I miss her dearly.
But truly it as just me and him and a rather nosy aunt.
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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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Siblings?
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There was a girl my father brought in as my lady's maid. She was the closest I've ever had to a sister, I suppose. I miss her dearly.
But truly it as just me and him and a rather nosy aunt.
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He did throw himself into his work and studies though, so I was mostly seeing to myself.
Your Sizhui has his parents too, of course. I think children can afford their parents the opportunity to right the wrongs inflicted on them.
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One of the many failings of my home, I suppose.
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Kidding, of course.
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