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“Can’t you wear something different for once?” Oscar asked Tinasha. The pair were in the king’s study in Farsas.
She turned her attention from the tea she was brewing, puzzled. “Wear something different…? Do you mean a mage’s robe with a different effect?”
“No.”
Unable to get on the same page, they both frowned. A strange silence fell over the study.
Oscar gazed at this woman from another country. She was over four hundred years old, though she had spent most of that asleep and outwardly appeared only slightly younger than he was. Glimmers of a naïveté—for she was often too ignorant of the ways of the world—peeked out from her beautiful countenance. That radiance made her perfect for dressing up, yet she only donned a mage’s robe.
As Tinasha poured a cup of light-crimson tea, she grumbled, “A mage’s robe is very convenient. Magic sprays up during spells and charms, doesn’t it? This garment can repel the tiniest of those magic splashes.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Although they’re very hard to make, Tuldarr Castle undoubtedly has many.”
“Oh, could I perhaps buy a few?”
“Are you thinking of wearing a mage’s robe?”
“No.”
The two really were practically having different conversations. Oscar could probably just come out and say I want to dress you up in all kinds of outfits, but he had a feeling that if he didn’t express it quite right, Tinasha would only respond Fine, if you marry me.
Had she been privy to his thoughts, she might simply yell I wouldn’t say that! Fix your impression of me, already! Still, Oscar thought it prudent to stay quiet.
He had only wanted a distraction from his piles and piles of work. As he swallowed his dejection, Tinasha placed a cup of tea in front of him.
“You know, since I’m in Farsas, it might be nice to change my clothes up a little. From time to time.”
“If you need new garments, I’ll get you some.”
“I can do that much myself. I’m not a child,” she retorted. Oscar went silent at her instant rejection. Even if it wasn’t one of his choosing, he would get to see her in a different outfit, in time.
Entirely unaware of Oscar’s musings, Tinasha left the room deep in thought…and returned several hours later in new attire. She wore a plain white short-sleeved dress with a high hemline, exactly the sort that children in the castle city wore in summer.
Oscar sighed. “You really are a disappointment as a woman.”
“What? Why? Don’t I look like I belong in Farsas?”
“Just do whatever you want. It’s entertaining.”
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