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"It does, I agree." She said, regarding the sour taste, though she did not comment further. She just accepted her share of the snack, gazing quietly at the nearest piece of whatever... Her eyes were pointed at it, but she was not focused on it at all. She nibbled it quietly, wondering softly why she was never any good at the more... feminine things, and if she would always feel this lonely when she was around Daryn, when other women noticed him.

She might have said something to excuse herself, to go collect herself, when she found herself with his ram around her shoulders all of a sudden. That, she had not expected, and she felt her cheeks go warm, pink, and she glanced at him, eyes wide and surprised. "I... Yes, I suppose that is a good point. She is busy." She listened to his choice to not network, and instead enjoy the evening... And then he complimented her, and she blushed again, going from pink to a red tinge this time.

"Ah? I... Thank you. It's not the most comfortable, but I am glad I look nice." She lowered her eyes, biting her lip, suddenly very confused by all of this. He had flirted with Genevieve, kissed her hand, treated her as a woman, not a comrade. He normally treated her as a comrade, though she had thought she had caught him watching her, sometimes, in other ways... Until he flirted, that is, with Genevieve, and then she had told herself she had just misunderstood.

She let him guide her, though she was confused internally. His last words made her even more confused... Part of her took it to mean he did not find her attractive, part of it took it as 'I don't get to see this side of you much.' and she was not sure which was true.

"I mean... We see each other, most often, on the training grounds. Outside of that, I mean... We write to each other but do not get to see each other as often as might be nice, thanks to duty."

Would he hear that as she meant it...?

"Mmm well, I wish things could be beautiful or dashing, without them being uncomfortable. Be glad you do not need high heels." She was also glad she had been able to not wear the Official Formal Wear of Cheomseongdae for this. It was far worse, in her mind. Tailored-to-her, militaristic uniform-ish looking, the only positive side was it had pants, not a dress. The version for her, the female version of it, had heels too.

She much preferred her outfit when she was acting as Page Cheomseongdae, rather then the official-not-powered-up clothing.

"Yes, we do have that... Maybe I can come visit sometime soon? You could give me a proper tour of your Wonder, you've never really had time for that." She did not get the chance to visit him enough, but she would do her best to change that, if it meant spending more time with him. Especially if she was not wrong, and he DID look at her in other ways then as just a comrade.

She wished she understood people's subcontext to their words better, though.

She glanced at who he waved at, curiously, but did not recognize them, and refocused on him. His words again had her cheeks warming to that pink tone again, though her lips curved up into a soft, sweet smile. "Well, even if your outfit might not be to your tastes, you look very nice too."

And then the smirk, which made her blush a little more, which was then followed by his comment, which made her both wrinkle her nose at him for it, but also wonder if she could learn to walk better in heels if he liked how she looked in them. "Maybe you can wear the heels next time, see how you like it." Was all she said, however.

Sylmare brightened immediately, starting to dig around in the folds of their dragging sleeves for the pockets hidden there. Fumbling, they nodded eagerly at the introduction.

“Pleasure! Charmed, quiet charmed, of course.” They said, distracted by their rumaging. “Kuichi is one of the Vesta family, if I remember correctly? How delightful. Ah!”

The page pulled a small device from within the brocade and blinked owlishly at the bright knight that joined them, glittering and pale. The flirtation washed over them with hardly a ripple before they blinked again and beamed, straightening the branching circlet they wore. It pulled a few pale strands from the many-stranded braid that ran down their back, adding to the wisps around their long face.

“Ah! Chauvet. How lovely. I was just going to show Glynvalur some holos, but you may enjoy them as well!” They beamed. The round bit of tech in their long hands was fumbled and a button depressed, an image springing to life above it. A pale, shimmering creature ran in the air, all fluid grace and floating hair, a horn spiraling up from its forehead.

“Hercynia Sylva is, of course, the largest preserve of Unicorns existent on Earth at this time, but despite our best efforts, poaching and their tendency to have only one foal every few decades has severely depleted the population on the planet. I have been working very hard to spread information about them… information is the first step to conservation!” Sylmare said raptly, waving a finger upwards. They seemed quite set to rattle on in that vein, now that they had a willing audience. “We have been searching for partners willing to start their own breeding programs, Glynvalur, and spread the species to other worlds with hospitable environments, where they may thrive under careful tending. But we are not a charity, of course! Unicorns are marvelous beasts and there are many ways to utilize the magic they generate without harming them, something that could be quite profitable for their caretakers. I would be quite happy to discuss such with you, and make an arrangement for you to perhaps visit our preserve and see our work first hand.”

They flipped through a few of the holograms they had, showing unicorns doing the things any animal did… sleeping, raising young, running majestically through a forrest of sunbeams.

He had always found the Cosmos style very...unique. Colorful, fluid, elegant...granted perhaps not ideal for battle, at least if he went by the types of outfits he'd seen on Cosmos knights in his short tenure. Her irritation at the thought of her uniform was rather amusing, though he kept his thoughts to himself and simply let his smile speak for him on the matter.

"Relaxation and recovery is the name of the game at Tiryns," he said, returning her smile with a rather bright one of his own. "I look forward to hearing from you about your visit."

"Mm, being both kind and honest," he insisted, though not in a pushy way. Just...he really didn't like his formal wear and she wasn't likely to change his mind. "That it shows off my physique is perhaps the only silver lining, the rest..." He waved his hand to hopefully dismiss the topic. He would push for a change in formal wear in the future; it was a small matter and, if he were being honest, rarely worn in the first place.

He thought on her words with regards to the tapestry, soon nodding slightly in agreement. "I can see what you mean. It's a thoughtful piece, makes one...wonder? If you'll pardon the pun."

She glanced up, and saw that smile, and made a slight face at him, though she said nothing more on it, not wanting to think too deeply about the uniform, or the day she had to wear it.

It was coming soon, and that was a day that weighed heavily upon the young woman.

"I think I shall definitely have to go soon, then. I could use a break." A time to relax was exactly what she needed to help her escape from the pressures of following in her Grandfather's vaunted footsteps. He had selected her, of all of her siblings and cousins, as the one to be the next Knight of Cheomseongdae, and it had been not what anyone had expected. Now her mother and father were proud of her, but always reminding her of her duty to her family from her father, and her responsibility to live up to her Grandfather's legacy. Failure was not an option she could bring herself to consider.

But this meant she needed a break, a moment to step away and give her the freedom to remember being just Kethra. One good side to all of this was that she probably would never have met Daryn if she had not been selected, but now she had.

"If you say so, I will not argue." She gave a slight shrug under his strong arm, and chuckled at the rest of his words on the subject, smiling at him sidelong. She did like seeing him wearing this outfit.

She wondered if he was expected, should he wed, to wear that to the wedding. Her cheeks went slightly pink for a moment, as she imagined a wedding... And then she pushed the thought aside.

"Mmm ahaha, yes. It does. Would you like to see what I sent, the telescope we were discussing? Did you send something?"

Kethra laughed and said "I will try, Daryn, but I can't promise I will find it quickly. I have no idea where in all of these displays Genevieve put it. We might find your ancient pitcher first. If we do, tell me, so I can see it?" She smiled at him, and began to move towards the various artifacts and arts on display, taking in the details of the many donated, bought or... otherwise... objects Genevieve had collected as she hunted for the telescope.

She noticed some things, including a manuscript, a lovely plant with leaves in gem tones, and more, but she had not yet spotted her telescope. She knew it was here, Genevieve would NEVER put one of the treasures she had collected where others could not see it... It would add nothing to her glory or her importance if it was not visible... But Kethra could not figure out the logic of the displays, and it was beginning to bother her.

Her laugh was always nice to hear, and he chuckled in turn because her words were certainly true. The gallery felt massive, and to try and find two of the numerous displays seemed a big task. "I will point the pitcher out to you if I see it," he said through a lingering smile. The amusement at the idea that they would struggle to simply find their two offerings to the gallery had yet to disappear, clearly. And so they walked and searched, saw the various items in their splendor and beauty, though like Kethra he saw no rhyme nor reason to the order of anything.

"Harder than I thought," he admitted after a while. Still he searched on, though, until he spotted one, some feet ahead to their left. "There! The pitcher...damn thing looks so out of place," he said on a sigh but led the way to it anyway. "It could at least shimmer or something, right?"