The Tigeress and The Desert Fox

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

She ducked her head slightly, momentarily lowering her eyes in recognition of his praise and compliment. It wasn't her poem, she was only remembering it, so not too much credit could be taken. It had just always struck her as.. Lonely and proud. She recognized herself within it.

"Mm, perhaps, perhaps not. I think sometimes the character of the ingredient itself is lost when there is too much fiddling about with it. It is good to focus on one thing at a time."

An interesting point of view from one who was guilty of multitasking almost every hour of the day. It was possible this was more necessity than nature however. Like any predator, the Twi'lek could pay absolute attention to one thing, it was just rarely in her best interests to do so.

"Most poetry strikes me as terrible self-indulgent and tiresome. Music and dance are much more appealing over all. I'm a terrible artist though. Well. This is not strictly true. I can draw or paint, thirty-seven different kinds of flowers ranging from interpretational to realistic, but this is not.. It is not art. It was a skill it was decided I should have, learned by rote in case anyone ever asked me to draw for them. Every rose I draw will look the same, there is no soul."

"I do not like drawing or painting."

This was said with just the slightest touch of venom, though it was immediately tempered in her next statement.

"Though I can appreciate the work of others."

It had been judged to be a suitably womanly art that might please a patron or buyer. She saw no use in it. She had been forced into it and she resented it. At least cooking and cleaning also served herself, of what was use was being able to paint a daisy the same way every time? If she wanted to express herself there was dance.

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[Lorraei]

Chiasa shied away from Lorraei's bit of flattery. Eyes downcast and her lovely face averted, so demure. It had the young man wondering at her age. Could she be so unaccustomed to compliments or was he being more flattering then he gave himself credit?

He smiled at her take on their meal, "Well said, lady Chiasa. I'm sure your chef would disagree. Complexity has it's place no doubt but I find being involved with the process is much more gratifying."

Lorraei set his second skewer on the grill beside his first. He leaned back in his seat again, lounging. His expression moved as she spoke of her tastes in music and art. Here was a soul he could relate to, the lover of music and dance within the Twi'lek called to him, evoking a small grin from him. It was her opinion of art that caused a more notable change of expression. From impressed by the range of flora she could put to paper, to saddened by the reasoning.

"That is unfortunate Chiasa." His tone had become reserved, "To be able to create such a spectrum of artwork, even if they are only flowers, requires talent. To rob that talent of it's freedom to flourish and grow is shameful. Art is, should be, an expression of desires. It takes desire, muse if you will, to create art."

Lorraei rose from his seat, crossing to the bar. He took a bottle from a shelf, two glasses appearing in his hand as he turned to return to his guest. He set a wine glass before Chiasa, and pouring her half a glass of deep red wine.

"Something a little more adult. You don't mind do you?"

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[Chiasa Kritivaas]

She shrugged once, offering him a rueful smile. If her previous downcast eyes had been the blushing girl, then this was the face of the woman. she had seen and survived and came out the other side, perhaps scarred in some ways, but living and laughing all the same. Sometimes black humour was all you had.

"Many things in the Galaxy are shameful, if I went about fussing over them I'd never get anything done. There are enough other beings who love to create those sorts of artworks, if I choose not to now, it is no great loss on the larger scale of things."

She did appreciate the subtle segue from desire to more adult things. It was a well played move, and one she could appreciate, particularly since he could not have anticipated where his casual comment on art would take the conversation.

"I do not mind, I think it is safe to say we are both adults."

She replied with a slight quirk of a brow, and amusement dancing in her eyes. Once he'd finished pouring she reached for the glass, swirled it carefully a few times and subtly tested the bouquet before trying a sip.

"Mm,"

She near hummed again.

"good choice."

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[Lorraei]

Lorraei offered a smile in reply, a hint of sadness touched his eyes. "On a grand scale, no, I suppose it's makes little difference."

He took up his own wine glass, swirling it lazily. Her next comment drawing out his trademark rogue's grin. It didn't dawn on him until that moment how well his choice of wording had worked in his favor.

"It has been plaguing me for some time now Chiasa and I hope you will forgive me being so forward."

His paused to sip his wine, a mask to hide his trepidation, "Would you be opposed to modeling for me?"

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