- 21st of Summer, 519
"I have an idea", Madeira announced, setting the bowl of soulmist supplies down on the low coffee table with smack, rattling the eggs and disturbing a little mushroom cloud of flour.
"Hmm?" Chiona Dusk was looking out the window of the Dusk Tower's private solar, Night had blanketed the city, and from above the mountains looked to be covered in stars as street lamps illuminated the streets and candle flames shone in every window. But whether the Dusk woman was admiring the beauty or looking for a threat in the darkness Madeira couldn't say. Chiona, already in a delicate state from the brutal fall murder, seemed even more withdrawn as the stress on her family increased with the events of Summer.
"We're too wound up", she soldiered on, smoothing the wrinkles out of her wine coloured dress. "My Auristic training is going frustratingly slowly; so is your Spiritism training. As each other's private tutors you have to agree."
"My teacher must be slacking." Chiona turned away from the window and flashed Madeira a half hearted smile, and in the expression the Spiritist could see the ghost of her former humour. Madeira rewarded her with a pretty smile of her own.
"Lets start this lesson off with a game. Loosen up a bit."
"A game?"
"Yes. Two truths and a lie." Madeira lowered herself onto the couch on one side of the coffee table and motioned the older woman to sit opposite. "We each take turns saying three statements, two of which are true, the other false. The other person has to guess which is the lie."
Chiona chuckled, taking her appointed seat and rearranging her Lhavitian robes around her ankles. Her tawny eyes sparked mischievously.
"If you wanted to stave off the lessons my father is forcing us into you could have just told me. I might even have joined you. I didn't get a lot of opportunities to sneak around as a teenager."
"Hey! I really enjoy our lessons", Madeira huffed, feigning offence. "And I enjoy your company even more." She dropped her voice and glanced shyly up from under her lashes. But either the hint was too subtle or Madeira's flirting was too obtuse, for Chiona's took the compliment at face value and no further.
"You've got me, I have enjoyed these remedial lessons much more than I thought I would. You're an excellent teacher, Madeira. But then what's with this game? Seems rather juvenile."
"Not at all! This would be good practice for both of us. So, as an aorist, you can deduce if someone is lying, right?"
The laugh that barked out of the Dusk woman was completely genuine. "No! That's insane."
"Okay, fine, you can tell if what someone is saying goes against how their feeling. Is that more accurate?"
"Sure, I'll give that to you."
"Great. Now Spiritism has very little offensive power, right? So all the best spritists have to learn to bluff their way out of all kinds of situations. For example, I once had to convince a ghost that I was a animated, manufactured body with no soul so my friend would not be possessed and danced to death. Sometimes the best solution is to look a spirit in the eye and poker face your way out."
WC: 558
"Hmm?" Chiona Dusk was looking out the window of the Dusk Tower's private solar, Night had blanketed the city, and from above the mountains looked to be covered in stars as street lamps illuminated the streets and candle flames shone in every window. But whether the Dusk woman was admiring the beauty or looking for a threat in the darkness Madeira couldn't say. Chiona, already in a delicate state from the brutal fall murder, seemed even more withdrawn as the stress on her family increased with the events of Summer.
"We're too wound up", she soldiered on, smoothing the wrinkles out of her wine coloured dress. "My Auristic training is going frustratingly slowly; so is your Spiritism training. As each other's private tutors you have to agree."
"My teacher must be slacking." Chiona turned away from the window and flashed Madeira a half hearted smile, and in the expression the Spiritist could see the ghost of her former humour. Madeira rewarded her with a pretty smile of her own.
"Lets start this lesson off with a game. Loosen up a bit."
"A game?"
"Yes. Two truths and a lie." Madeira lowered herself onto the couch on one side of the coffee table and motioned the older woman to sit opposite. "We each take turns saying three statements, two of which are true, the other false. The other person has to guess which is the lie."
Chiona chuckled, taking her appointed seat and rearranging her Lhavitian robes around her ankles. Her tawny eyes sparked mischievously.
"If you wanted to stave off the lessons my father is forcing us into you could have just told me. I might even have joined you. I didn't get a lot of opportunities to sneak around as a teenager."
"Hey! I really enjoy our lessons", Madeira huffed, feigning offence. "And I enjoy your company even more." She dropped her voice and glanced shyly up from under her lashes. But either the hint was too subtle or Madeira's flirting was too obtuse, for Chiona's took the compliment at face value and no further.
"You've got me, I have enjoyed these remedial lessons much more than I thought I would. You're an excellent teacher, Madeira. But then what's with this game? Seems rather juvenile."
"Not at all! This would be good practice for both of us. So, as an aorist, you can deduce if someone is lying, right?"
The laugh that barked out of the Dusk woman was completely genuine. "No! That's insane."
"Okay, fine, you can tell if what someone is saying goes against how their feeling. Is that more accurate?"
"Sure, I'll give that to you."
"Great. Now Spiritism has very little offensive power, right? So all the best spritists have to learn to bluff their way out of all kinds of situations. For example, I once had to convince a ghost that I was a animated, manufactured body with no soul so my friend would not be possessed and danced to death. Sometimes the best solution is to look a spirit in the eye and poker face your way out."
WC: 558
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