x. dictated, action

[heloise]

I had not dared to wish for a sister or a daughter. Yet look, I had both, and the sweetest husband any woman could hope for.

Only the Castle does me a disservice by removing my better half!

[ Lucrezia dictates from the orchard, leaning against an old tree. She closes her journal before going back to, slowly and rather messily, sewing colored glass onto a piece of lace while muttering a song to herself: ]

♪ La bella lavanderina che lava i fazzoletti per i poveretti della città! ♪

[ ooc; so open, journal or action! also, translation and music!

Comments

Action;

[persequor]

What is that song? [ A girl and a larger than normal wolf peer at Lucrezia. ]

Action;

[heloise]

[ HOLY SH-- she nearly drops her work. She is loath to take her eyes off of the wolf, in case, but she thinks the little girl asked her something. ]

Oh-- it's a children's rhyme.

Action;

[persequor]

[ So accustomed to the reaction, Arya chooses not to comment to it. Besides, fear of Nymeria might help keep potential enemies at bay. ]

What language is it?

Action forever!

[heloise]

[ She tries to tear her eyes from the wolf enough to offer the girl the briefest smile, at least, setting her lace aside. ]

Italian. It also goes with a dance.

[persequor]

Is that where you're from?

[heloise]

Why yes. [ Lucrezia stands slowly so as not to startle the beast. ]

Would you like me to show you?

[assassino]

[He's sneaking up behind her, only making his presence known when he joins in, haha.]

Fai un salto, fanne un altro...

[heloise]

[ He may be the better singer. She laughs before picking up where he left off, gesturing for him to twirl. ]

Fai la giravolta, falla un'altra volta!

[assassino]

[Haha he's not bad, but not good, either. He turns on the spot and then sits down next to her.]

Guarda in su, guarda in giù...

[prettyknives]

..That song's dumb.

[heloise]

Dai un bacio a chi vuoi tu.

[ She knows he knows, but plays along to peck him on the cheek! ]

[heloise]

You know what it says?

[assassino]

[He chuckles, momentarily touching the spot where she kissed him with a smile.]

I haven't heard that song in many years.

[persequor]

Show me what?

[heloise]

How to play the game.

[heloise]

[ She bites back a grin. ] You are betraying your age, Ezio.

[persequor]

[ She considers that for a moment. ]

It's not a stupid game, is it?

[assassino]

Ah, yes, that is true, isn't it? Now I must seem an old man to you.

[heloise]

What makes a game clever?

[heloise]

[ She tips up her chin and pretends to return to her work. ]

As old as Rome!

[persequor]

Anything that doesn't make it stupid.

[prettyknives]

I remember from that other life.

[assassino]

That I am. I remember that time where I met Giulio Cesare very fondly.

[heloise]

[ She chuckles. ]

Well then. Perhaps the lady would say what makes a game stupid to keep me from playing the fool?

[heloise]

Is it true he used laurels to cover his baldness?