!!O+eQDn0BBx8 04/22/11(Fri)18:57 No.14683833|
That done, you offer her your left arm and she accepts with a brilliant smile, leading you down to the main floor. You pass through a series of rooms, escorted by several servants who do their best to stay invisible. On your way through a lavish hall you feel her tense slightly on your arm and, before you can wonder why, she speaks; “Great One, I was wondering, and I hope not to presume, but I was wondering what your... name is. Y- you know mine and, ah, well, I was hoping that we might be able to... talk. And to get to know each other better.” You give her a sidelong glance and feel the corners of your mouth lift in a smile, as you nod, “I see. Well, I do not mind, though there is a difficulty. I have had many names, far too many to remember, and long ago ceased to remember a name of my own.”
At this she seems startled, turning her head to look at you, “You don’t remember your name?” You can only shrug and give an indifferent reply; “I am afraid not. But I have a proposal, you shall decide upon a name for me. If I find it acceptable then it then that is what I shall be for as long as I remember it. If not, well, then I shall not use one.”
Laressa smiles coyly in response, “Oh? That seems quite the proposal, should I be expecting any others?” You chuckle, yourself, “I suppose that depends on the rest of the evening, doesn’t it?” Grinning, she shrugs as she returns her gaze to the front, “Perhaps I should tell the cook to make the dishes less appealing then, I’m hardly prepared and the poor tailors just finished /this/ dress.” You chuckle as the two of you continue to walk, Laressa knitting her brows slightly in concentration and slowing her pace almost imperceptibly as she ponders.