You look better without a mask, anyway. ( Which is, when she plays it back to herself, kind of forward. Possibly accidentally insulting, and she mouths a silent nothing word to herself for a few agonisingly long seconds before she tries to very casually cover it. ) I mean, you're beautiful, so a mask would be... less...
( Uggghhh. ) Court is overrated. ( With certainty, and a hope to salvage this from her own fumbling bluntness. ) I mean, the dresses are beautiful and the dancing is definitely a sight to see, but I never really felt like that part of things was my scene.
( And that was fine, even if Snow liked to get her to go to these balls and fancy affairs when she and Grumpy were better suited to drinking ale in the gardens.
Anyway, listening. Listening is good. )
Wait, you can just-- you can sculpt glass? Really? ( Quiet and awed, that. Adelaide can sculpt glass, and she taught herself. Red muses a little, as she lies there on the floor of a battered shack, and exhales a slow breath. More creation, really, seems to make sense. It kind of fits with the image of Adelaide she's starting to build in her head - creating and repairing, rather than destroying. )
That's really cool, Adelaide. That's like--- I mean, you create stuff. You put people back together and you create stuff, that's amazing.
( Magic has seemed destructive for so long. Dangerous, really, and it's a kind of strange and wonderful thing to be presented with ways where it's not, and she's not sure she's articulating it all that well. )
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( Uggghhh. ) Court is overrated. ( With certainty, and a hope to salvage this from her own fumbling bluntness. ) I mean, the dresses are beautiful and the dancing is definitely a sight to see, but I never really felt like that part of things was my scene.
( And that was fine, even if Snow liked to get her to go to these balls and fancy affairs when she and Grumpy were better suited to drinking ale in the gardens.
Anyway, listening. Listening is good. )
Wait, you can just-- you can sculpt glass? Really? ( Quiet and awed, that. Adelaide can sculpt glass, and she taught herself. Red muses a little, as she lies there on the floor of a battered shack, and exhales a slow breath. More creation, really, seems to make sense. It kind of fits with the image of Adelaide she's starting to build in her head - creating and repairing, rather than destroying. )
That's really cool, Adelaide. That's like--- I mean, you create stuff. You put people back together and you create stuff, that's amazing.
( Magic has seemed destructive for so long. Dangerous, really, and it's a kind of strange and wonderful thing to be presented with ways where it's not, and she's not sure she's articulating it all that well. )