JUNIPER
you think i'm happy because i'm smiling,
but it's the easiest thing to do
Juniper smiled at Bastien's laugh. Yes, she was starting to get a sense for the energy and vivacity that made the De Rosieres family stand out in a crowd. Odd to think that there was no blood, no physical warmth in Bastien's veins to match the warmth of his voice. "I hope I didn't upset Azrael too much. I tried to be gentle, but ... Well, they asked what happened to the Mathair, and I told them."but it's the easiest thing to do
She listened with interest to Bastien's account of himself, too. Juniper wasn't very familiar with Outlanders, and hearing about Venice intrigued her. The only cities she really had context for were Halo and Haulani, and she'd barely visited either. From his description, Venice sounded more like Haulani to her -- bright, alive, with a dark underside -- but she could tell there was much more to it than that.
"I see." Juniper did chuckle; she knew what hedonism was, even if the word "bohemian" escaped her, and the image of a sober, celibate hedonist did amuse her. It did seem strange that someone with those ideas would Ascend, given the loss of physical pleasure and sensation brought about by the change. "So you chose to Ascend for long life ..."
She could see the appeal, especially for an outsider whose lifespan was only a fraction of a Fae's. Some Fae felt bad for outsiders and their short lives; Juniper had never given it enough thought to be one of them, but she could see the logic there.
"Do you like being Ascended?" Juniper asked. An impertinent question, perhaps, but she was curious. And then, on thinner ice -- she took a moment to phrase this one: "If you don't mind telling me ... How do you feel about the other Ascended, and the Voice?"
if you looked a little closer,
you'd find my eyes aren't smiling too.
you'd find my eyes aren't smiling too.
