|| . Charmed, I'm Sure . || {Sapphire}

[Sapphire]

"Even so. Not even out of the goodness of your heart? I've heard mi'lady is a powerful mage. You wouldn't have any problems, as dainty and fragile as you are. I am devastated! There are no words."

She frowned and looked up at him, "And who said my heart was so good?" she grinned, "So you know about my amazing power. And I thought I was mysterious. Do you know what mind of mage I am to?" she held a hand to her mouth and tried her best to look shocked, "You aren't a stalker are you?" She looked at him evilly and silently dared him to think of a better reply.

"Well, miss, I never said I was perfect. Interesting, perhaps, but not perfect. And don't you comdemn by lower Corus lingo, Lady Sapphire. I'll have you know that there are commoners that speak worse then me. And so she admits my adorable-ness....ness... You, milady, are not wonderful in every way imaginable, because that would be unfair. You should not, however, be allowed to tilt your head like that or pull on your curls. How is a man supposed to concentrate?"

She grinned, "Lower Corus or not, you still overuse the word Nay. Really you have said it," she thought back, "three, maybe four times in this conversation. I bet you that if you counted you would gind that you use that word at least one hundred times a day," she smiled triumphantly, "And thus overuse!" she grinned at him and tugged one of her curls -it was more out of habit than anything else- again. "And did I say you were perfect. No, I said inetesting. So there." she pouted, "And it is not my fault I am Lady Sapphire!" she grinned at him, so charming and sweet. She shpt him her best I am wonderful smile and said, "And maybe I don't want men to concentrate. Ever thought of that?"

"I was under the impression that delegates were meant to be profound. Any which way, miss, you are accurate. It doesn't mean that nerves and instinct are not necessarily always different."

She shrugged, "It all depends on interperatation. And circumstance," she sighed, "And not all delegates are profound. It is just me in particular!"

"How unladylike, Lady Sapphire. Although yes, much better!"

She gasped, "I am shocked. How you wound me. A Lady such as myself is always ladylike. Even when throwing crackers at balls and dumping water on others!" she looked up at him, "I am always ladylike, and right to!"

"I, however, am not near as tired as you are!"

She glared at him as she was hit with icy water. This meant war! "Oh I don't think so. You being so hardworking and all. I really don't think so." She dragged her hand through the pond, "And it is really no use getting out of reach. I am a powerful mage you know." And with that she stepped and dripped the water down his back.

[Jazz]

"And who said my heart was so good? So you know about my amazing power. And I thought I was mysterious. Do you know what mind of mage I am to? You aren't a stalker are you?"

Lysander tossed his head, aloof and his voice dripping with mock disdain. “Well, I say!” he exclaimed playfully, “If, and only if, I was a stalker, I would do it properly. No, miss, I don’t. I only have my eyes and ears, and in this palace, it’s enough.” Here, at least, Sander was being earnest. Palace folk did talk, and servants know all. And this Lady Sapphire had been in too many an interesting situation not to be talked about. And he told her so: “You’ve had some adventures, or so I hear.”

"Lower Corus or not, you still overuse the word Nay. Really you have said it, three, maybe four times in this conversation. I bet you that if you counted you would find that you use that word at least one hundred times a day. And thus overuse! And did I say you were perfect. No, I said interesting. So there. And it is not my fault I am Lady Sapphire! And maybe I don't want men to concentrate. Ever thought of that?"

“Why, milady, you have hurt me,” Sander proclaimed, “How am I to play such a splendid game without keeping my wits about me? Besides, there are plenty of lads in the city who talk even worse. And ‘nay’ is simply a commonbred form of ‘no’. It is not, as you say, my fault that I am naturally argumentative.” He sat back, daring her to argue. She may be a skilled debater, but Lysander was stubborn as hell. Besides, he liked this conversation. He made a mental note to have something of the sort at least once a week. It was refreshing.

"I am shocked. How you wound me. A Lady such as myself is always ladylike. Even when throwing crackers at balls and dumping water on others! I am always ladylike, and right too!"

“Always?” he asked incredulously, “And why on earth would you throw cream crackers? It is no good to be always, miss. Everyone needs a little spontaneity once in a while.” He smirked. “Well then, Lady Sapphire, this particular recreational activity is not for you. It is physically impossible to have fun at this and be ladylike at the same time.”

"Oh I don't think so. You being so hardworking and all. I really don't think so. And it is really no use getting out of reach. I am a powerful mage you know."

Sander laughed, then grabbed Sapphire’s sender wrists. Quickly and efficiently he spun her around until she was facing him, his hands still wrapped around her wrists. “That wasn’t very nice!” he told her. “Unfair advantage!”

[Sapphire]

“Well, I say! If, and only if, I was a stalker, I would do it properly. No, miss, I don’t. I only have my eyes and ears, and in this palace, it’s enough. You’ve had some adventures, or so I hear.”

She frowned, was she really that talked about? She hoped that at least some of it was good. Not all of it could be bad could it? "And what would be properly? How do you know how to stalk people properly?" She smirked, "And I am a song mage, which has gotten me in and out of a lot of the aformentioned adventures!" She grinned, she was proud of her magic. She twirled her curls around her finger and tilted her head, "What is the bet you have been in as many 'interesting' adventures as I have?" she smiled then shook her head, "Wait, what have you heard about me?"

“Why, milady, you have hurt me. How am I to play such a splendid game without keeping my wits about me? Besides, there are plenty of lads in the city who talk even worse. And ‘nay’ is simply a commonbred form of ‘no’. It is not, as you say, my fault that I am naturally argumentative.”

She pouted, "Well it still is an overuse. And may I ask: If it is a commonbred version of 'no' why not just say 'no'? That way you wouldn't overuse 'nay and we would all be saying the same thing, which would be much less confusing!" she grinned, "And it's not my fault that I am so accute to the language I call my own!"

“Always? And why on earth would you throw cream crackers? It is no good to be always, miss. Everyone needs a little spontaneity once in a while. Well then, Lady Sapphire, this particular recreational activity is not for you. It is physically impossible to have fun at this and be ladylike at the same time.”

She shook her head, "No, you see, I can be ladylike, even whilst being spontanious, it is just one of my many wonders," She grinned, "Why, I even looked ladylike whilst throing those crackers, which is a good thing to do at dull balls. It keeps the atmosphere lively!" She was liking this conversation. It was fun and refreshing. She was liking the company to. She looked at Lysander and frowned, why would he be talking to her when he had come for silence. She shrugged inwardly, she had come for silence to, but she would rather have this.

“That wasn’t very nice. Unfair advantage!”

She looked down at her wrists and then back up at him. He was mighty curious. He made her think about things and gods-forbid, she was actually having fun for the first time in weeks. She smiled warmly up at him, "Now if I had an unfair advantage then, don't you have one now?" She grinned, "And I think I was being very nice! I could've dumped the whole pond on you. So count yourself lucky!"

[Jazz]

"And what would be properly? How do you know how to stalk people properly? And I am a song mage, which has gotten me in and out of a lot of the aformentioned adventures! What is the bet you have been in as many 'interesting' adventures as I have? Wait, what have you heard about me?"

Sander smiled thoughtfully, shaking his head in amusement. "I've spied enough, in my own day. If I had been stalking you, I would've known who you were. You can't stalk someone if you don't know what they look like. I;ve heard your name, is all." He grinned, "And I've had my fair share of adventures, but not that many out of the ordinary. For the Riders, that is. And I've just heard the stories, about you and the rest of them knights, going off to fight evil and savin' the rest of us poor souls." Which was true. Some stories were obviously far-fetched - he hadn't gone to the diving realms and battled dragons, he didn't think. But some were true.

"Well it still is an overuse. And may I ask: If it is a commonbred version of 'no' why not just say 'no'? That way you wouldn't overuse 'nay and we would all be saying the same thing, which would be much less confusing! And it's not my fault that I am so accute to the language I call my own!"

Sander clicked his tongue in disapproval, but his eyes were smiling. "Actually, miss, why not just say 'nay'. Because, unfortunately, commoners make up the majority of Tortall's populations. Not twenty percent are nobles. Therefore, 'nay' should be the correct term. And, miss, isn't your first language Yamani? Pardon my curiosity, but you do look Yamani and you are a Yamani delegate." Lysander looked her over again. So, maybe she wasn't full-blooded, but she had a slight accent. He could read people, but these things weren't obvious.

"No, you see, I can be ladylike, even whilst being spontanious, it is just one of my many wonders. Why, I even looked ladylike whilst throing those crackers, which is a good thing to do at dull balls. It keeps the atmosphere lively!"

Lysander laughed are the pure spontaneity of the sentance. How on earth had they got here from introductions. However it was gotten to, it was tremendous fun. Menial things had never been so enlighteneing. "I wouldn't know, miss. I only go if I'm forced to, which is whenever I'm here. Which is not very often, so I'm safe. But I will remember that,, although it does lack certain decorum, which to be frank, I need to make up for my lack of nobility... ness?" He frowned. Common was a wonderful language, but sometimes confusing. "What's the proper deriative?"

"Now if I had an unfair advantage then, don't you have one now? And I think I was being very nice! I could've dumped the whole pond on you. So count yourself lucky!"

"But then," he pointed out cheekily, "I would only be wet. I can handle wet. But you, mi'lady, don't want me to concentrate, or so it seems." He grinned, his hands still holding her wrists tightly. Then, he ket go of her wrists and held her hands. He spun her around, almost dancing, then let go of her. He bowed, mocking, and said mischieviously, "There. We're equal now, so don't do that again."

[Sapphire]

"I've spied enough, in my own day. If I had been stalking you, I would've known who you were. You can't stalk someone if you don't know what they look like. I;ve heard your name, is all." He grinned, "And I've had my fair share of adventures, but not that many out of the ordinary. For the Riders, that is. And I've just heard the stories, about you and the rest of them knights, going off to fight evil and savin' the rest of us poor souls."

She raised an eyebrow, "So that is how you stalk somebody! I was always wondering!" she grinned and shrugged, "Well, of course, where would you be without me? I keep all the mean people away from you poor souls do I not. Therefore, I am greatly needed. And you would be no where without fragile me!" She smiled at him, this was certainly an iteresting conversation. It was very un-like other conversations. It was rather resfreshing, in a strange way.

"Actually, miss, why not just say 'nay'. Because, unfortunately, commoners make up the majority of Tortall's populations. Not twenty percent are nobles. Therefore, 'nay' should be the correct term. And, miss, isn't your first language Yamani? Pardon my curiosity, but you do look Yamani and you are a Yamani delegate."

She frowned, he had her there. She tugged at her curls and thought for a second, "Well I suppose you are right. On both accounts. Commoners are more -common?- not the bad common, the common, common. And so we probably should all be saying 'nay' but that is awefully confusing, as I would always get it worng and end up with a completely made up word. So I will just stick to 'no'." She grinned, "And I am Yamani, well half really. I am half Tortallan as well. I guess I have been here so long that Tortallan is my language. I can speak Yamani, and it is my first language," she frowned again, "Oh, now I have gone and confused myself!"

I wouldn't know, miss. I only go if I'm forced to, which is whenever I'm here. Which is not very often, so I'm safe. But I will remember that,, although it does lack certain decorum, which to be frank, I need to make up for my lack of nobility... ness? What's the proper deriative?"

She giggled, "No, I love balls, well exciting ones. Which is why crackers are useful. And I don;t throw them where many people can see, you should just try to aim at people who aren't looking. It seems childish, but I get bored real quick! I am kinda strange when I am bored." And tilted her head and smiled, "I think it is nobility. Maybe."

"But then," he pointed out cheekily, "I would only be wet. I can handle wet. But you, mi'lady, don't want me to concentrate, or so it seems. There. We're equal now, so don't do that again."

She glared at him, "You still splashed me first!" she smiled as he spun her around and mock-curtseyed. "And maybe you are more interesting, or easier to get along with when you aren't concentrating?" She grinned and tugged at her curls once more, "Maybe, don;t you think it is better to find out?" she twirled said curls around her finger and grinned evilly, "And I really don't think you can handle wet!"

[Jazz]

"Well, of course, where would you be without me? I keep all the mean people away from you poor souls do I not. Therefore, I am greatly needed. And you would be no where without fragile me!"

"My lady Sapphire," he said carefully, "You are a strange person." He looked at her, pensive. This was, indeed, an odd conversation, but he rather liked it. Sapphire was an interesting woman, and quite attractive, too. It would be fun to see where this would go, if it did go anywhere at all. Then, realzing he might've said something offensive, Sander added, "I mean that in the best possible way, of course. I mean, I'm a strange person too. I think that normal people are dreadfully boring, don't you?"

"Well I suppose you are right. On both accounts. Commoners are more -common?- not the bad common, the common, common. And so we probably should all be saying 'nay' but that is awefully confusing, as I would always get it worng and end up with a completely made up word. So I will just stick to 'no'. And I am Yamani, well half really. I am half Tortallan as well. I guess I have been here so long that Tortallan is my language. I can speak Yamani, and it is my first language. Oh, now I have gone and confused myself!"

Lysander laughed, and patted her on the shoulder sympathetically. "You've confused me too, Lady Sapphire. I'll stick to saying 'nay' and you'll stick to staying 'no', I should think." He smiled, and with a tone of finality said: "Problem solved." So, half-Yamani. It explained her looks, and her almost-accent. My my. And he thought dull people lived in the palace. "Was it hard, immigrating?" he asked. He'd always wanted to travel, but he couldn't imagine lviing anywhere else.

"No, I love balls, well exciting ones. Which is why crackers are useful. And I don;t throw them where many people can see, you should just try to aim at people who aren't looking. It seems childish, but I get bored real quick! I am kinda strange when I am bored. I think it is nobility. Maybe."

"I think so too," he told her, nodding. "I think strange is a grand thing to be, although I assure you that no one is ever bored in my company." He put on a mock-haughty voice and said, "I'm so wonderful and amazing and handsome and clever that you all hang on to my slightest word!" Sander managed to keep up his high-and-mighty expression, but he chuckled, shaking his head. Well, you know what they say. Dramatics only make life more interesting.

"You still splashed me first! And maybe you are more interesting, or easier to get along with when you aren't concentrating? Maybe, don;t you think it is better to find out? And I really don't think you can handle wet!"

"I happen to like being able to focus," he told her, scowling. Then he stuck his fingers in his ears and closed his eyes. "La la la, I can concentrate, la la la, I can't see you, la la la," he said, somewhat childishly. Luckily, Lysander had certain charm, so instead of seeming immature, he just came off as cheeky.

[Sapphire]

"My lady Sapphire," he said carefully, "You are a strange person."

She glared at him, "Well, fine then, if I am soooo strange then why are you even talking to me?" She crossed her arms. She knew that she was strange, but there was no need in pointing it out! So unfair! She wasn't even that strange!

"I mean that in the best possible way, of course. I mean, I'm a strange person too. I think that normal people are dreadfully boring, don't you?"

She rolled he eyes and then smiled slightly, "Well, if you put it that way. You are quite strange. And no-one is normal by the way, everyone has some quirk or mannerism that is, how would you put it, unusual. Like your overuse of the word 'nay' for instance!" She grinned

"You've confused me too, Lady Sapphire. I'll stick to saying 'nay' and you'll stick to staying 'no', I should think. Problem solved. Was it hard, immigrating?"

She tilted her head, "I suppose, though I still think it would be easier if everyone were to say one thing. But hey!" She frowned as she thought of her immigration. Was it hard? Yes, it was difficult, but it was needed, it was a change, a new adventure to stop her suffocating in the set ways of the Islands. It had been easier because Jazz was there, and Jazz's friends and the other delegates had welcomed her with open arms. But it had been hard, and every now and then she still had a twinge of homesickness, even though she now called Tortall home. SHe shook her head, "It was hard, but I was young and everyone here was so welcoming. I still regretted it for the first month. I cried in my pillow every night and wished I hadn't come. All that said and done, I am glad I came. It was a good choice, but I still miss the Islands sometimes." She sighed.

"I think so too," he told her, nodding. "I think strange is a grand thing to be, although I assure you that no one is ever bored in my company." He put on a mock-haughty voice and said, "I'm so wonderful and amazing and handsome and clever that you all hang on to my slightest word!"

She bit her lip and tried to keep a straight face, "Of course, you are just so inetersting. Your convers is sublime. I cannot be;eive how wonderful you are" She smirked then, "Still, you aren't as amazing as I am!"

happen to like being able to focus," he told her, scowling. Then he stuck his fingers in his ears and closed his eyes. "La la la, I can concentrate, la la la, I can't see you, la la la,"

She smiled her most evil smile and looked at him. So that is how is was huh? She sung quietly and his hands moved from his ears, she smirked, "Are we forgetting my magic?"

[Jazz]

"Well, if you put it that way. You are quite strange. And no-one is normal by the way, everyone has some quirk or mannerism that is, how would you put it, unusual. Like your overuse of the word 'nay' for instance!"

Lysander sighed, running a hand through his already scruff hair. "That is not odd, miss, but I will not strat this debate again," she told her sternly - although his features gave away his amusement. "And, my dear, you will find that many people are normal. This is because their 'quirks' are not odd enough." He grinned, shrugging. "I don't make sense to myself. Ignore me, Lady Sapphire, for I shall confuse you even more." He winked at her, before leaning down to adjust his shoe.

"It was hard, but I was young and everyone here was so welcoming. I still regretted it for the first month. I cried in my pillow every night and wished I hadn't come. All that said and done, I am glad I came. It was a good choice, but I still miss the Islands sometimes."

Her patted her on the shoulder, sympathetically, but also rather awkwardly. Lysander was a sweet guy, and all, but Sapphire wasn't one of his sisters, and he had no idea how to act. If it was Elaine or Camaria, he'd have hugged her, comforted her. But this was Lady Sapphire, and that would be extremely inappropriate. Not to mention awkward. "Well," he said tentativly, "I think it was a splendid choice." He smiled, more softly this time, and peered at her through the signature Alevi storm-grey eyes. "You can still go there whenever you want, right?"

"Are we forgetting my magic?"

Lysander didn't hear Sapphire's words, for his fingers were stuck in his ears, and he was halfway through some Rider's song, his eyes shut. His hands moved away from his ears, and he stopped short in the middle of his line. "That's not fair!" he remarked, once he had regained control of his arms. "And it's against the law!" He scowled. He was perfectly used to magic - indeed, once of his sisters was a mage. But still. It was not fair.

[Sapphire]

"That is not odd, miss, but I will not strat this debate again. And, my dear, you will find that many people are normal. This is because their 'quirks' are not odd enough." He grinned, shrugging. "I don't make sense to myself. Ignore me, Lady Sapphire, for I shall confuse you even more."

She shook her head, "I disagree with that. I think everyone has something that is just a bit strange. Everyone has something that makes them an individual. It is often strangeness that sets us apart from others!" She grinned at him and fiddled with her hair. "You really don't make sense you know!" she laughed, "Though neither do I! We are quite a pair aren't we?"

"Well," he said tentativly, "I think it was a splendid choice." He smiled, more softly this time, and peered at her through the signature Alevi storm-grey eyes. "You can still go there whenever you want, right?"

She shivered as he patted her shoulder -rather awkwardly- she knew why it was awkward. She was also awkward, he was not Claw or Wayne or even Damien, he was knew and different and not one of Sapphires friends. This was awkward, but refreshing. She smiled up at him, "I know I made a good decision, the Islands was to set in it's ways. There was no real change, Tortall was a breath of fresh air. I met amazing people and formed bonds with the most wonderful strangers -friends- I don't regret it now. And I can visit when I want I guess. I love it here, but the Islands is still special to me. Does that make sense?" She liked talking to him, he was kind and charming, and that was a good traiut, you didn't meet many people who would listen to random peopes troubles without complaining or being stalkerly interested.

"That's not fair!" he remarked, once he had regained control of his arms. "And it's against the law!"

She smirked, then frowned, "I suppose you are right. But do you honestly know how annoying that was? Don't tell anyone, I really can't afford to be arrested," She said with a worried voice. He wouldn't do that, would he?

[Jazz]

[Meh. I've been busy. Apologies for the crappiness]

"I disagree with that. I think everyone has something that is just a bit strange. Everyone has something that makes them an individual. It is often strangeness that sets us apart from others! You really don't make sense you know! Though neither do I! We are quite a pair aren't we?"

Lysander laughed, nodding sagely. "Indeed we are, miss," he told her once his laughter had stilled. "Although you shan't get the last word - I have more to say. everyone may be strange, but little have the courage to show it. And for that, I think, we ought to be admired. Don't you?" He raised an eyebrow, in a perfect, inquisitive expression, that only enhanced the ironic artistocratic look of his features. He streched his long legs out in front of him, smiling absently. He liked talking to her. Sapphire had a different way of looking at things.

"I know I made a good decision, the Islands was to set in it's ways. There was no real change, Tortall was a breath of fresh air. I met amazing people and formed bonds with the most wonderful strangers -friends- I don't regret it now. And I can visit when I want I guess. I love it here, but the Islands is still special to me. Does that make sense?"

He laughed, but it wasn't the happy, fun laugh from before. It was softer, kinder. "It makes perfect sense, milady," he said kindly, "You're right, too. You should hear my mother go on about Carthak, but she'd never go back. Not forever in any case." Sander realized that he was doing something he had never done before - pouring his heart out to a young woman he'd only known about half an hour. It didn't feel strange. He didn't feel guilty. The thought of it made him think, but he was completely comfortable talking to Sapphire.

"I suppose you are right. But do you honestly know how annoying that was? Don't tell anyone, I really can't afford to be arrested."

Sander grinned cheekily, and winked at his new acquaintance. "Aw no, miss Sapphire. I'd never. Besides, who'd believe little old me?" He smriked then continued, "I was merely protecting myself against your oh-so-amazing good looks and charm, mi'lady. Ye can't blame me!" He crossed his arms, his expression a mix of triumph and defeat. But he came to his senses again when the loud city bell tolled the hours, and caught him by surprise.

"Mithros, Mynoss and Shakith!" he excalimed, cursing. He remembered his company, and stopped mid-sentance. It wasn't proper, swearing in front of the young lady. "I'm sorry, miss, but I'm late. I have to go now, though." He smiled apologetically. He wanted to ask her if she'd mind terribly going out with him sometime, but he couldn't bring himself to ask. Instead, his apologetic smile ended up into some sort of half-grin, awkward and impish at the same time.

[Sapphire]

((Question: WHY are you saying this? You see me EVERY DAY! Why couldn't you tell me this THEN?))

"Indeed we are, miss," he told her once his laughter had stilled. "Although you shan't get the last word - I have more to say. everyone may be strange, but little have the courage to show it. And for that, I think, we ought to be admired. Don't you?"

She grinned, "Well, I think that makes us special," she said primly, "We should be admired for it!" she smiled up at him. Her eyes twinkled as she tilted her head to look at him. He was so easy to talk to, it was sort of unnerving.

"It makes perfect sense, milady," she said kindly, "You're right, too. You should hear my mother go on about Carthak, but she'd never go back. Not forever in any case."

She smiled a little sadly. It didn't make sense, not to her. She loved her home in Tortall, but she was always wondering if it would have been better in the Yamani Islands. There was a horrible - what if? - factor that lurked over her. Her main problem, she decided, was that she overthought things. She overthought her life, she didn't just live it. She grinned at Lysander. She was so comfortable around him and she had only known him at most half an hour. That was strange.

"Aw no, miss Sapphire. I'd never. Besides, who'd believe little old me?" He smriked then continued, "I was merely protecting myself against your oh-so-amazing good looks and charm, mi'lady. Ye can't blame me!"

She opened her mouth to reply when the bell rang. It was loud and shrill in the quiet menegerie. She jumped as the wouns pierced the air. She had learnt to hate that bell. It was a horrid reminder that there was more work to be done. She frowned. She really was late. She had been in the menegerie for far to long. "Oh Gods, I am so late!" she exclaimed.

"Mithros, Mynoss and Shakith!" he excalimed, cursing. He remembered his company, and stopped mid-sentance. It wasn't proper, swearing in front of the young lady. "I'm sorry, miss, but I'm late. I have to go now, though."

She bit back a smile as he cursed. It was funny to see how he stopped in mid-sentence, like she had never heard cursing before. She nodded, "So do I, I am going to be in a lot of trouble if I don't hurry! Jazz'll kill me!" She smiled warmly at him, she did want to see this intuiging person again. He was refreshing! "It was lovely meeting you," she said, twirling a curl around her finger.

[Jazz]

Sapphire looked unsure at his comment, and he felt he should say something, but she grinned at him. Breaking the silence that ahd been awkward and comfortable at the same time, he said, with a sense of closure: "Perfect sense." He returned her smile, the corners of his grey eyes crinkling upwards. This was certainly going well. How interesting. Well. You found friendship in the strangest places, it was true.

"So do I, I am going to be in a lot of trouble if I don't hurry! Jazz'll kill me! It was lovely meeting you."

Scowling, Sander pushed her hand away from her hair. "Don't do that," he chided softly, smiling at her comment. "Likewise, miss. It was a pleasure to meet you." He turned away, hesitated, then turned back to her. He might never get this chance again. "Sapphire?" he said tentatively, "Er... would you like to go to the city sometime? With me?" He was hopeful, but also prepared for dissappointment. He wasn't good at these sort of things.

[It's short]

[Sapphire]

"Don't do that," he chided softly, smiling at her comment. "Likewise, miss. It was a pleasure to meet you."

She bit her lip and smiled at him. Oh well. She tucked the strand of hair behind her ear and looked towards the door. She sighed, she would now have to re-join the real world of sleepless nights and tiresome meetings. "Pleasure." She said softly, she turned and smiled at him. "Thanks"

"Sapphire?" he said tentatively, "Er... would you like to go to the city sometime? With me?"

She had been about to take a step to the door, she turned and looked at him, "Um, sure. I would love to go to the city. With you!" She grinned, "Anytime!" she bit her lip. So, this was an interesting new development. She smiled to herself. You could make friends anywhere. Sander was a refreshing breath, sweet and different. She was strangely comfortable with him. That was a good thing. She grinned up at him once more, "whenever," she said quietly, before looked at the door. "I really have to go!"

(I can see that. This is also short!)

[Jazz]

-- exit Lysander and Sapphire --

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