Nysadeia
Strange as it may seem
horror loses its power to frighten
horror loses its power to frighten
Hm. He wasn't melting before her boundless charm, which was a bit disappointing. But Nysa didn't let her mask slip just because of a setback, and he was carrying the basket for her, so all in all she was off to a good start.
The question of what she was up to had been expected; indeed, so was his name - the sparse introduction only confirmed her guess as to whom she was entertaining, and it honestly couldn't have worked out better.
"It is such a pleasure to meet you, Majesty!" she chirped, "My name is Nysadeia - I am sure you know of my parents, they are kelp tenders on the eastern side of the reef. I actually came to meet the head of staff, to see if there is a position open somewhere - nothing that should trouble You, I am sure."
Her hands described elegant gestures as she spoke, slightly exaggerated to enhance the sense of whimsy about her. Drawing the mind to something delicate, something fluttery and helpless - entirely unsuitable for straneous work like harvesting kelp or any other laborious task.
Something nice and cushy is what she wants. Like being a record keeper, maybe, or assistant - anything that would keep her hands smooth and uncalloused. Or, gods forbid, work that made her put on muscle.
The question of what she was up to had been expected; indeed, so was his name - the sparse introduction only confirmed her guess as to whom she was entertaining, and it honestly couldn't have worked out better.
"It is such a pleasure to meet you, Majesty!" she chirped, "My name is Nysadeia - I am sure you know of my parents, they are kelp tenders on the eastern side of the reef. I actually came to meet the head of staff, to see if there is a position open somewhere - nothing that should trouble You, I am sure."
Her hands described elegant gestures as she spoke, slightly exaggerated to enhance the sense of whimsy about her. Drawing the mind to something delicate, something fluttery and helpless - entirely unsuitable for straneous work like harvesting kelp or any other laborious task.
Something nice and cushy is what she wants. Like being a record keeper, maybe, or assistant - anything that would keep her hands smooth and uncalloused. Or, gods forbid, work that made her put on muscle.
when repeated too often
