"No. Well, not all poetry. But..." Éowyn trails off, her gaze roaming the walls as she thinks, biting her lip in thought. "I suppose I do not always understand it all. And I dislike having to labor so to unearth the true meaning behind the words and turns of phrases. I much prefer plainer speak."
Even as she says that, the words feel somehow hollow; a pretense of some sort. They make her feel a sudden, uncomfortable knot somewhere behind her breastbone. Hypocritical-- that's the word. A frown crosses her features briefly before she banishes it for a more neutral expression, moving to take a seat opposite of Faramir.
"So, what shall we play, then?" she asks a bit more lightly, changing the subject.
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Date: 2018-11-07 10:59 pm (UTC)Even as she says that, the words feel somehow hollow; a pretense of some sort. They make her feel a sudden, uncomfortable knot somewhere behind her breastbone. Hypocritical-- that's the word. A frown crosses her features briefly before she banishes it for a more neutral expression, moving to take a seat opposite of Faramir.
"So, what shall we play, then?" she asks a bit more lightly, changing the subject.