bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Sep. 27th, 2016 02:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensA pile of awaited work arrived this morning. Quite interesting, but requiring a high degree of thought and accuracy. I kept on having to pause to stretch because I was getting a crick in my shoulders from leaning forward and frowning.
But since it was due to arrive last week, and has to be completed by the 30th, it's a good thing that it's here now.
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Ya Yu nodded. “Good. Now, have you any questions you would like to ask me?”
Irene checked her balance, and shifted round so that she was sitting on the side of the bed. It made her feel slightly better to be facing Ya Yu that way, rather than turning round at an angle. “I do, your majesty, but I’m not sure what’s politic to ask and what I should be forgetting about and never mentioning again.”
Ya Yu raised her hand to her mouth, hiding her smile behind a trailing sleeve. There seemed very little difference between the robes that male and female dragons of the upper classes wore, except perhaps that the female ones had longer sleeves, and fell to the floor rather than to the ankles. Her presence was subdued now, not weighing down on Irene as it had been in the throne room. “This is a private audience, child. It’s the meeting where we decide what you should forget about and never mention again. That would be difficult if you can’t talk about it now.”
But since it was due to arrive last week, and has to be completed by the 30th, it's a good thing that it's here now.
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Ya Yu nodded. “Good. Now, have you any questions you would like to ask me?”
Irene checked her balance, and shifted round so that she was sitting on the side of the bed. It made her feel slightly better to be facing Ya Yu that way, rather than turning round at an angle. “I do, your majesty, but I’m not sure what’s politic to ask and what I should be forgetting about and never mentioning again.”
Ya Yu raised her hand to her mouth, hiding her smile behind a trailing sleeve. There seemed very little difference between the robes that male and female dragons of the upper classes wore, except perhaps that the female ones had longer sleeves, and fell to the floor rather than to the ankles. Her presence was subdued now, not weighing down on Irene as it had been in the throne room. “This is a private audience, child. It’s the meeting where we decide what you should forget about and never mention again. That would be difficult if you can’t talk about it now.”
