"There is a burden you could lighten," you say, placing a hand on her waist and taking a step closer, "that would suit me well afore my journey…."
You banter in this vein until Moargen laughs—O prize supreme!
"I should have thought things might be different, after these years together," Moargen sighs. "That you might see more in me—"
She catches herself. "May you prosper in your new station, and wreak your troubles elsewhere," she says, stiffly, before stalking away.
You are dumbstruck—what was saucy to you was clearly injurious to her. You suppose the episode, spontaneous to you, is to her yet another case of simple friendship never being enough for the souls in her sphere. You are sure the moment will color her lasting remembrance of you; and possibly that of your company too. [+Knavery]
"Godspeed, and the best to you on the complex path afore you," you murmur to yourself as you watch her go.
You shake the dross from your head and trot to your longhouse to pack.
A New Day