"Alex? Oh, I like that name. Alex Beading, I think. Has a ring a bit, don't you think maybe?" ~ Grace
*raises eyebrow* "And here I thought you turned your nose at foreigners. You'd give a Beading a foreign name?" and then to Alex, "Where're you from anyway? Nerag?" ~ Marylyn
Pointing his quill at Alex, "My cousin lives in Nerag a bit. Due to come back soon, but can't be that big a place. Might be you've seen each other." ~ Ryle
*laughs* "Check your maps, Ryle. Nerag's nabbed a city or two since the winter." ~ Marylyn.
*shrugging* "Truly, a city means little when you're against an empire. Nerag's still the size of my fist, and likely won't grow too much bigger before the year is past. Next year, though..." ~ Ryle
Winking at Alex, "And next year, and next year, and next- my, is that a gray hair? Gosh, better start making plans for the world this year. Don't have many left, looks like." ~ Marylyn
"At least I have respectable work that allows me some sleep. No dead-eyes for me or gray hairs." ~ Grace.
Nodding, "And no freedom or thoughts or writing or learning or doing or being. Easy work, made respectable by Kray Uninon." sniffing, "Easy it is to be a husk, and a well paid husk." ~ Marylyn
"And a legal 'husk' if nothing else! Any that I bear will be in line for the seat, at least. Better than the beggars you'll make." ~ Grace
Marylyn's face closes over in annoyance, her eyebrow raised.
"My, my. Such a temper. Unbecoming of you, little lady Grace. Pity to your husband if he's sent a child for his bride." ~ Marylyn
Ryle's mouth twitches. "Truly, how can a child be a bride, or have a child of her own? Perhaps she'll need to wait." ~ Ryle
Silence falls as Grace leaves the room, and after a moment, Marylyn smiles.
"Manners are flitting from my head a bit, it looks. My name only has five letters, dear, not counting the repeats. And you've as many t's and o's and a's as I have y's, and more if you group them together. Silly for you not to notice this, yes?" ~ Marylyn
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