But oh, she might love him, now she thinks of it, as she watches him size the guards. If only it would be so easy as to tell him to throw them down. But this isn't the time or place. No - they have business to attend too, and it would not do if they were to look so serious when everyone else, no matter how hungry and embittered, was throwing themselves into the only respite they had.
Before the guards can catch any of them looking too long, she pushes to carry them along, if a great deal more sedated, in the mime of that dance she had performed for him. Playful, light, catching the eye of Jhalkari with a jerk of her chin as she does so. Something the woman follows along with, hastily going to get them flowers, just like everyone else. An easily procured item of the many, many people on the streets. Half a dozen that had been discarded in the festivities that are procured and tossed to her. Caught in one hand, she steels her face into something a sight more cranky. "Eh -!" The bark of her voice is deeper, where she rolls into her native tongue. Not a Queen but just one of the many people on the streets, cutting on her words a great deal more rougher than the air of gentilities her tutors had given her. I was born on streets like these, after all.
"-Piya, you had best not look at other women! Or I will pray that Lord Ganesh cut your fingers from you." A nagging jealous beloved, who the guards laugh at, the other people wave on with smiles of their faces for foolish people in love, as she tugs a handful of flowers free from stems of the necklace and tosses them at him. Showering him in flower petals in her mocking ire, at him and then at Taura for good measure. It's an easy role to play at least, and Jhalkari laughs for it, Vijay rolls his eyes.
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But oh, she might love him, now she thinks of it, as she watches him size the guards. If only it would be so easy as to tell him to throw them down. But this isn't the time or place. No - they have business to attend too, and it would not do if they were to look so serious when everyone else, no matter how hungry and embittered, was throwing themselves into the only respite they had.
Before the guards can catch any of them looking too long, she pushes to carry them along, if a great deal more sedated, in the mime of that dance she had performed for him. Playful, light, catching the eye of Jhalkari with a jerk of her chin as she does so. Something the woman follows along with, hastily going to get them flowers, just like everyone else. An easily procured item of the many, many people on the streets. Half a dozen that had been discarded in the festivities that are procured and tossed to her. Caught in one hand, she steels her face into something a sight more cranky. "Eh -!" The bark of her voice is deeper, where she rolls into her native tongue. Not a Queen but just one of the many people on the streets, cutting on her words a great deal more rougher than the air of gentilities her tutors had given her. I was born on streets like these, after all.
"-Piya, you had best not look at other women! Or I will pray that Lord Ganesh cut your fingers from you." A nagging jealous beloved, who the guards laugh at, the other people wave on with smiles of their faces for foolish people in love, as she tugs a handful of flowers free from stems of the necklace and tosses them at him. Showering him in flower petals in her mocking ire, at him and then at Taura for good measure. It's an easy role to play at least, and Jhalkari laughs for it, Vijay rolls his eyes.