[Video] U/N: teacupprincess

[porcelainandblood]

[Perne is situated at a cosy-looking table in the Azure cafe. Chin in the palm of her hand, she tucks dark hair behind the shell of an ear.

Last time, she asked about a cathedral and couldn't recall getting a direct answer. She has, since then, assumed such a thing doesn't exist. But it did beckon some very interesting religious theory conversation.

This time, she has something different she is hunting for.]

I have found mineself with an alarming amount of free time and wish to invest it somewhere other than excessive and possibly unnecessary thought. I thought I had once heard rumour of a theatre house here in Lunatia. Is that true? I am aware we have other exhibitions of art, but mayhaps something musically or stagecraft inclined could be of benefit to many of us with such interests.

I acted as patron and worked within an opera house back where I hail from. I should like to reprise the role.

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[boobytraps]

How will you know if you don't try? ( A beat. )

Think about it -- is this world like anything you'd ever experienced back home?

[porcelainandblood]

[It sure feels like this has been said to her multiple times recently...]

Not exactly, nay. I do not go seeking such attention. Yet that is to say that if one thought mine place was on a stage, then I suppose I would oblige. To the best of mine ability, anyroad.

[boobytraps]

Let me ask you something. If you could do anything in the world -- in any world -- what would it be?

[porcelainandblood]

That—

[Perne, as she is wont to do, isn't very easily inclined to actually answer that (for a plethora of reasons), and in consequence, does what she does best. She evades. Or stalls. It's a bit of the same.]

What does that have to do with anything?

[boobytraps]

It has everything to do with everything, my sweet.

( She makes an amused noise at the back of her throat. )

You're avoiding the question.

[porcelainandblood]

[There's a little flutter of nerves that arise at the way she says it. My sweet. Perne can't recall anyone ever addressing her like so and she has no idea how to really address that.

Isabela is sharp. Of course she is.]

I am, because I fail to see why I have need to address it.

[boobytraps]

Perhaps the better question is why you feel the need to avoid it.

( But that's not any of Isabela's business, not really, and despite her now growing curiosity, she's also not in the habit of nosing around where she doesn't belong.

If Perne continues to evade, Isabela will drop the topic.

For now. )

[porcelainandblood]

I am not avoiding it. I simply do not have a good answer for you.

[Perne prods at the bottom of her chin.]

I have never had the freedom to make a decision like that, so I have never even hypothetically considered what I might answer. You are the first one to ask me of it, mine lady.

[boobytraps]

You don't know.

( Isabela nods. )

That's fair. Sometimes you don't until the moment presents itself. I certainly didn't.

[porcelainandblood]

If you do not know what it is like, then how could one know the moment when it presents itself?

[It sounds like such a silly question, but the truth is that it's a very earnest one and it betrays a great deal of Perne's naivety. Her sheltered demeanour.]

I feel as if I might recognise something more if I had experience with it. Although I suppose whilst I am here, I have plenty of time to attempt to understand that, nay...?

[boobytraps]

( She smiles in agreement. )

You've nothing but time on your hands here. Why not make the most of it?

( There's definitely less impressing nobles and that sort of tosh in Perne's future, Isabela feels that for certain. )

As for how you know when the moment comes...

( A pause. )

You won't question yourself. That's how.

[porcelainandblood]

That sounds impossible to me. I have spent most of mine life questioning what I am doing. If I have done the right thing. If I will continue to do the right thing. If there is a point to doing the right thing. I cannot imagine what it would be like to not question mineself.

[A sad truth.]

I suppose I ought to be more vigilant in mine observations.

[boobytraps]

( A laugh. )

Perhaps the trick is to stop thinking so much. You'll only give yourself a headache that way.

[porcelainandblood]

If it were that simple, I might have done that winters ago. Although I shall certainly keep that in deep consideration.

i'm laughing :,)

[boobytraps]

That is the exact opposite of what I suggested, but okay.

I'm sorry. She's so dumb.

[porcelainandblood]

Well, I cannot make a decision or an observation without thinking about it, aye? I only meant I will not overthink it. I will think on it only just enough to guide me forward. 'Tis the least I can do in the face of what navigating you have already drawn me toward.

i love her

[boobytraps]

Here's a challenge for you: what if for a day, you just did whatever you wanted, indulged whatever whimsy took your fancy, without worrying about the consequences?

[porcelainandblood]

I can try.

[Perne taps at her chin thoughtfully.]

No promises.
I am not someone who makes promises. But an attempt can be made.

[What she isn't saying is that it sounds terribly daunting...]

[boobytraps]

Don't worry, I'd even do my best to help you out.

( If anything, Isabela seems excited by the idea. )

What do you say?

[porcelainandblood]

Oh, I would not wish to be an imposition to you...

[She suspects Isabela would interpret it as quite the opposite, really. Considering that she's even still willing to speak with Perne is saying something.]

But if you insist it would not be too much trouble for your involvement... I could be persuaded to permit your assistance with such matters.

[boobytraps]

( Satisfied that she's being allowed to assist, Isabela grins. )

Oh, I insist. I insist!

[porcelainandblood]

Of... course you do.

[See that hesitation? Perne wonders if mistakes have been made.]

Do you not think you are getting a little too enthused about all of this? I assure you, it will likely only be very troublesome and annoying.

[boobytraps]

( There's no dissuading her now! )

Ah, but that's what makes it fun, sweet thing.

[porcelainandblood]

[Sweet thing. By the Fury...]

You are such a very odd woman.

[But after a moment's long pause, Perne actually smiles.] And yet a refreshing one, as ever.

[boobytraps]

I'll take that as a compliment.

( With one last waggle of the eyebrows, she reiterates. )

In any case. Let me know when you have a free day for our little experiment.

( A wink! )