@sollegro sent: [ SHAVED ICE ] - Served with a wide assortment of sweet, fruity syrups. Traditionally, it is served in bowls, but some are saying it makes for quite a refreshing sip when drank from a glass.
it becomes abundantly clear to dorothea that this stranger makes for very good company.
charming in the way so many noblemen are not — apt at carrying conversation rather than forcing her to pick up the slack, and friendly in a manner that doesn't make the fine hairs on her arm stand.
the little tells always give away more than the overt ones, and dorothea notes that beyond the compliments and the teasing, there is something else there. an earnest kind of honesty, buried beneath a flirtatious exterior, in wanting to get to know another. a willingness to wear her heart on her sleeve, and a readiness to lay herself bare.
thus, the songstress indulges, accepting the bowl with one hand and offering one of her blooms with the other. she beckons the girl over to a spare table where they might sit and chat, when conversation rolls over unexpectedly as it dawns on dorothea that there is something ... familiar about her.
"i may be off the mark with this," she says with a breezy laugh, "but i have to ask."
a graceful wave of her spoon points out a man in the distance, who appears to be swept up with a dance partner. "i couldn't help but notice some similarities between you and professor laslow — beyond your hair color, that is. is there any chance the two of you are related?"
















