[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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[porcelainandblood]

[Perne shakes her head. It's evident that she has no plans of sharing about her times in Ishgard. Whether that is for her own desire to distance herself of it, or whatever the reason may be...

Well. It's all quite complicated. Perne is a coward, though she will not admit it so outright. She has no desire to relive her experiences and the truth is, to speak of them is nigh the same as breathing life into them. If she should stop to consider, Perne believes she will never be able to continue again.

There is no simple way to discuss any of that. It is better left in a box, locked up tight, and thrown far deep into an abyss where no one may be able to rest gaze upon it.]

There is no leaving behind what one will return to. You and I are not here forever. I will not fool mineself into thinking this is a long, extended reprieve from a world I am accustomed to. That I am not as unhappy as I once was ought to be testament enough that I am making an attempt.

[She pauses.] Unless you are not finding that obvious enough. In which case, I could hardly know what to do to please you without lying all of the proverbial cards on the table.

[menphina]

[ That makes her expression brighten, even as she regards Perne with a rather deep interest. Far be it for her to pry — she's never done it for those they've rescued and she has no intention of doing it here.

But it doesn't make her any less fascinating nor does it decrease her attraction. ]

You don't have to please me. I'm just wondering about what I can do to make you enjoy yourself even more. Your attempts are good— doubt you'd be settling in in this wild world if you weren't adapting! But we should indulge a bit more once in a while, aye? Like on my nameday.

[ She did like that— ]

What if we wrote a play together? Would you like that?

[porcelainandblood]

I am not a writer, Megumi.

Now if you are, I suppose I can share opinion on reading material, but that is simply not a skill I have.

[...What would they get out of writing a play anyroad? Perne can't even begin to imagine what she would be writing about...]

Admittedly, I do not take you for a writer either. Not that appearances say everything.

[menphina]

Ah-ha! This pretty face hides plenty of skills you could only imagine, love. What dark mysteries will you uncover, I wonder—

[ This is all done with a dramatic flair and gesturing, and there might even be a twinkle in her eye as she does. ]

You're right in that "Doctor Megumi", the healer, doesn't write. But if you ever find yourself looking at the works of Hana Hoshino , Prismaket's Favourite Fantasy Writer—

[ Which is just her, with very popular fantasy and adventure fiction on the Prismarchive! And a link is provided— ]

— we might just know someone who can certainly write something to suit an aspiring theater participant, aye?

[ LOOK AT HOW PROUD SHE IS, PERNE!! ]

[porcelainandblood]

[Perne cocks an eyebrow, thinking Megumi sounds more like a shady merchant than anything else. That's a dangerous skill to have, too—that ability to sell something. She would make a good Ishgardian, truthfully.

At least, that is what the elezen suspects. Deception would look good on her.]

I believe you are implying that you want to write a play and would wish me to star in it.

[She's still looking over the collection of some of her written works. A decent amount of it are things she hasn't read before, but to be fair, most of her reading in Lunatia has been nonfictional works revolving around Lunatian information.

She's never been against a bit of bodice-ripping in her stories, however...]