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Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile.



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[princess_of_ida]

[The giggle caught her off guard. Ianthe was wondering if she missed something.]

Your princess?

[seaboard]

Well, if you come from the place of Neptune, a Sea God-Spirit. And I am Second-Child of the Sea-Father, which perhaps is our version of Neptune, it seems.

[ She's so pleased with herself, and not at all serious. ]

And you are Princess of the Third House, the House of Neptune.

Then you are my Princess, not John's.

[ And since Ianthe has more than earned enough to see her being ridiculous and teasing, by now: ] If it makes you feel more familiar, I can be very dry, make overtures of power without considering how anyone should eat, and take up a title of God, if that would be more familiar?

[princess_of_ida]

[Oh okay, now she got it. Ianthe laughed and tightened her arms around Gilia.]

I'd rather be yours anyway. So then, how would you like me to worship you?

[seaboard]

[ She burrowed in, inhaling against her neck, squeezing her back in turn with such happiness. So much she think she could burst apart. ]

I think kisses, every morning. That will be a good start. [ Hmm, yes. ] and waking up in your arms, definitely. [ and she lowers her voice to a whisper because she's trying ok but still, well, her. ] Then perhaps that wonderful clever thing you do your lips in - ah, my secret places.

[princess_of_ida]

[Ianthe nodded along with the worship regime. Morning kisses. Waking up in her arms. And--

Ianthe grinned teasingly.]

I don't think they're so secret anymore.

[seaboard]

Shhh!!!

[ She aimed a poking tickling fingers into her side. ]

Someone saw us, by the way, I heard them gossiping the other week when they thought I could not hear.

[princess_of_ida]

[Such a shame that Ianthe wasn't ticklish. She removed that reaction from her body as a kid the moment she figured out how to stop Corona's terror.]

Did they now? [She wasn't bothered by it at all.] At least they got a nice show.

[seaboard]

[ She hid her face against her shoulder. ]

Ianthe! [ She huffs. ] But I suppose it is not so bad, I got asked into one of those displays with Sweeney and he had to spank and cane me. I think I finally understood those little things you wear, everyone could see everything.

[princess_of_ida]

[Laughing, Ianthe squeezed Gilia and kissed the top of her head.]

... you talking about undergarments? I don't often wear them here. The quality just isn't what I'm used to.

[seaboard]

[ A hum. ]

It is a shame, I think the ones that you have a very sweet, I thought of making some for myself. I am only really used to them well - when it is menses, that sort of thing.

[princess_of_ida]

[Another aspect of Ianthe's body she shut off. The intent had been to turn it back on if she ever decided to have children, but she's a lyctor now.]

I wish I could show you some of the lingerie-- Wait. I can.

[Ianthe projected via the psychic connection a really attractive image of Coronabeth in some deep purple lingerie. Fuck, her sister was hot.]

[seaboard]

[ It's not immediate, but she takes a second, to sort of piece together that is Ianthe's sister. Somewhere in the corner of her eyes, the pull of her mouth.

But goodness, she was beautiful. ]

Spirits - that lace is so fine.

[princess_of_ida]

[It was ALL fine. Ahem.]

That's just one of a dozen different styles. Corona loved her lingerie.

[seaboard]

No wonder. Having that against her skin must have been lovely. But I suppose as Princesses it would not be so hard for you to change those garments as many times as you need.

[ Trips and falls over in the iron age nonsense. ]

I am still learning to make lace, here. It is not a skill we have at home, but I know the tailor does have very fine cotton. So fine as to be sheer, and it is threaded with silk. I could try and fetch some for you, and make up something like it?

[princess_of_ida]

[Ianthe's eyes lit up.]

In your size. For you to wear for me. [Only for Ianthe.] I'd love that.

[seaboard]

[ There is a huff. ]

You are spoiling me again, I am trying to make you something nice, that you can have that is like from your home.

[princess_of_ida]

[But gift giving is one of Ianthe's love languages!]

Maybe both?

[seaboard]

[ She relents. ]

Well, I suppose that is a little better then. I can make something matching.

[ She perches again in thought. ]

One of the lace makers will have some spare cuts from the larger pieces they make, I think.

[princess_of_ida]

If you need to use my standing to get better deals, go ahead. I have no idea how lingerie is made; I leave that to you.

[Ianthe always just ordered it and it was delivered.]

[seaboard]

[ That will always be the difference, won't it? It never stopped startling her to hear. ]

... Do you... want to learn? I suspect with your cleverness, and your understanding of the life of things, you might be very quick at sewing.

[ Clears her throat. ]

Only so you do not have to rely on anyone for these things, should you be in a position to not have help.

[princess_of_ida]

Babs was the one that could sew. I wish I'd gotten his needlework as well as his sword, but...

[Her words trailed off, her thoughts going elsewhere for long enough to worry something might be wrong. And then she blinked.]

...maybe some day I will. Probably will.

[seaboard]

[ There was that name again, Babs, that she brought up so rarely... ]

I do wonder if you could not use your 'flesh' magic to do so. Linen and cotton is the 'flesh' of a flower, after all.

[princess_of_ida]

[A shake of the head.]

Plant material doesn't hold thanergy like animal does. There's nothing for us to use.

[seaboard]

[ She cocks her head in interest to that. ]

Truly? How strange. We regard the souls of both to be much the same, that way. Trees can have souls in them as much as the stag or the bear does.

[princess_of_ida]

You misunderstand what I mean. Plants do contain thalergy - life energy - but when they die and it converts to thanergy, it dissipates so quickly necromancers can't catch it. That's because dead plant material doesn't store thanergy like animal flesh and bone does.

[Ianthe assumed plant souls - if they had them - disappeared just as quickly.]