The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

Marian shakes her head. "No, never. It's just, my Master is in a Healer's care and, well, I'm here alone until she gets back. So."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Concern fills Lightsong' heart. And her face. "Oh no, that's terrible. Is she okay? I mean, of course not, she's seeing a Healer, I just meant- that is to say- Can I help?"

[Marian Hawke]

"I... actually don't really know," admits Marian, shifting uncomfortably. "She said, do not be alarmed, but... she didn't mention where she was going or when she'd be back. Just, 'continue your studies until I return', which is... well, I guess she intends to come back for me but.."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Well that seem ir-" irresponsible. I can't say that! "Irr.... regular? Umm. And a bit worrying maybe? For you, I mean. Are... Are you okay?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Yeah. Yes. I'm fine. She arranged for the bills to be paid and so on so, you know, I have food and whatnot." Marian shifts a little. "I'm fine. Really."

[Haliel Lightsong]

I am afraid that you seem to be lying... "Can I help anyway? I... I like to help. And..." She looks down at the bread. "It feels... Nice. This. Cooking with you. I want to help somehow."

[Marian Hawke]

"You can spent the night," says Marian rapidly. "I-if you want. We could have a, a sleepover? I've never had one before but..."

[Haliel Lightsong]

The aasimar's face lights up, in more than one way. Faint golden light seems to blur in her hair as she nods eagerly. "I have never had one either. Well. Unless camping while traveling with family counts?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Uh." She's literally glowing. "No, I, I don't think that counts? I-- it'll be great. We can, do you know how to braid hair?" 

There was at least one good thing about boarding school, about being housed with many other girls in a wing: she'd learned plenty about the feminine arts.

[Haliel Lightsong]

''I can-'' She breaks off with a flush. She had twisted her head and reached back to show her rather simple plait... and noticed that her hair is lit up. Tucking her hair back behind her, Lightsong tries to tilt her head back as if to hide it. ''Umm, that is, yes, I- a simple plait. Secure, it holds- holds well.'' Oh Bastion, why now? I haven't glowed in years! I thought- oh this is so mortifying!

[Marian Hawke]

"I think, if I braided your hair into a, a plaited crown, it would look really pretty when you glow like that," offers Marian, shyly. "If you want. I could teach you how."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Lightsong flushes even deeper, ducking her head as priorties shift. ''It- you- Bastion, I'm sorry, I shouldn't...' She turns half-away and takes a deep breath. Then another. Slowly her hair stops glowing and her flush recedes. ''That... that was a terrible lapse of my... self-control. I apologize for the offense.'' I really hope it didn't make her think me a... freak or... a saint.

[Marian Hawke]

"Of.. offense?" she asks, blinking. "I didn't... I'm not offended. You're aasimar, right? Like your mother? Is that why you glow? I'm sorry, I shouldn't pry. Just, it's pretty. Like a ray of light. Oh, can you sing?"

[Haliel Lightsong]

''Can I-'' Lightsong turns back to Marian, studying her closely. ''It... it doesn't bother you?'' Envy, disdain or distrust... if it's not those, then awe or reverence. Which are... better, I suppose. Maybe. 

[Marian Hawke]

Marian shakes her head, some of her loose hair falling in her face -- she hadn't bothered to braid it that morning, not when she hadn't expected to go out. "No. It's pretty. It, it fits you."