I wonder if the names are similar to the ones that I was taught.
[ They walk, easy and without concern, and Lauralae finds herself at peace. Aemond is taller than her, and it means that sometimes she can flick up her eyes to look at him and enjoy the shape of his face, the sharpness of his jaw, the way she would enjoy painting him. Charcoal would not suit him well, she thinks, but it is the best medium that she has.
Her mind wanders, quiet as she considers what she might offer, if she can recall all the names of the flickering lights in the sky, when her hand is drawn and his mouth is there, against her fingertips.
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[ They walk, easy and without concern, and Lauralae finds herself at peace. Aemond is taller than her, and it means that sometimes she can flick up her eyes to look at him and enjoy the shape of his face, the sharpness of his jaw, the way she would enjoy painting him. Charcoal would not suit him well, she thinks, but it is the best medium that she has.
Her mind wanders, quiet as she considers what she might offer, if she can recall all the names of the flickering lights in the sky, when her hand is drawn and his mouth is there, against her fingertips.
It makes her blush. ]
I believe the swings would be... Fun?
[ As if fun itself is strange to her. ]