Mark nodded at her; maintaining the same smile. Soon enough, people began to file in; representatives, a few nobles, a pedestrian, and their marshal. The press cameras were set up and reporters pulled out their recorders. Everything was set to go.
The first to speak was the pedestrian.
"My lord, and lady… I know you have only just started, but so many things are plaguing the public. There is a gang of robbers who attack homes in the night, my children do not have adequate food in school, and I can’t pay my bills with a minimum salary of 7 dollars!"
Mark exhaled; long and slow. Alright. A few of those things were an easy fix, but he needed Fi in this too. Turning to her, he leaned in and murmured into her ear,
"This will get easier. For now, know that the gang can be taken care of. We just need to prioritize it in the police department. Now, the minimum wage and school food is a different story. If we raise minimum salary, we need resources to back it up, and for the food, we need money to pay for it. Do you have any ideas?"
He was giving her answers? Strange. Some part of her had assumed he would want to handle this all himself, be the shining front and take the attention. This was his legacy after all, and he seemed vain enough to do that.
The smile she gave the pedestrian was charming, no so much in the way that it was clearly practiced, but in the way it seemed understanding. She seemed to genuinely listen, to care.
Her skill was no in looking pristine, but coming off as unassuming. That was her manipulation.
"I am terribly sorry to hear of these plights, but I do assure you that this will become easier. The gang is a small matter and will be handled by our dependable police department now that you have brought it to our attention. I understand what it is like to live on very little, I feel for your concern, but altering the minimum wage is not something that can be done over night. It will be a gradual process built with the proper infrastructure to keep the economy in balance. As for food, you bring up a lovely point. We need to take care of our youth but that is not so cut and dry either. There are multiple plans of action that can be taken, we just need to figure out which would be the best in this situation."
She cast a smile at Mark. “Do you have any input?”
- "I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?"
- "It’s not what it looks like."
- "You look strangely familiar.”
- "Please! I need your help!"
- "So, what can I do for you?"
- "I have a good explanation…probably.”
- "Do I know you?"
- "Ah…I thought you were someone else."
- "Watch out, clumsy."
- "I hope you’re not as stupid as you look."
- "Get your hands off me."
- "Oh, gods. How long have you been there?"
- "Are you okay?"
- "Leave me alone."
- "Excuse me, you dropped this."
- "Did you see that too?"
- "Tell me everything you know."
- "Come on. Let’s go have some fun."
- "Good morning, sorry I’m late!"
- "I’m not late, am I?"
- "I don’t think we’ve met before…"
- "Sorry! You dropped this!"
- "Oh, sorry I thought you were someone else, I didn’t mean to hug you!"
- "Watch where you’re going!"
- "Are you okay? You didn’t fall too badly did you?"
- "I should have said something earlier, I’m-"
- "I’ve seen you around, I’ve just never had the guts to say hi."
- "You must be new…"
- "Do you need a hand?"
- "Have you just moved in?"
- "If you want me to show you around, I don’t mind helping."
- "I saw you from across the room and I had to say hi."
- "I wouldn’t buy that if I were you."
- "Do you need some help?"
- "Is this yours?"
- "Ah, sorry. I’ll move my bag, this seat is free."
- "Not every day you meet someone with such a smile!"
- "Thanks for holding the door open for me!"
She watched her friend with an amused glint to her eye. It was rare to see her so open with her facial expressions.
Letting themselves go? Jae pursed her lips, seeming to take the description in with scrutiny. She had never really done such a thing, to be honest. Life was study, work, and with the occasional calm social interaction. She did enjoy people watching however, “I do not know if I am even capable of throwing cares away, but I am willing to try something at least once.”
She shrugged with a smile, “Though now I am curious so I will need to save septims much faster, I should think.”
When she started to say she wasn’t capable of throwing her cares away, the mage looked something close to dsiappointed. However, that quickly shifted back in to a smile. If Jae would try anything once, Fienelef was going to be sure to make sure that one time was a bundle of fun. It would be an experience, at least.
"Well, I should help you save then. You are my friend and I am happy to help. Let us, ah, just be sure that you do not acquire such a debt again." Not that it was her fault.
Well, maybe it was, but Fienelef couldn’t really judge.
"Mm. I was thinking you were, actually."
He smiled even so, appreciative of the compliment.
"You know, I love this bed as well."
Feeling her movement stop, he rolled over and wrapped himself around her; attempting to surround the woman completely. Which wasn’t terribly hard, considering how much larger he was than her.
She smiled in to her arms, biting her lip to stifle a giggle.There was a sense of comfort that came with the embrace, a closeness she was more than happy to have. Turning her head, she blew her hair out of her face and relaxed.
"You know, you make an absolutely fantastic blanket." He probably couldn’t see her grin, but it was audible in her tone.
With how cold she always was and how warm he happened to be, he really was much like a blanket. A very attractive and cuddly blanet.
[[Dunno if Jae would help her first or laugh really hard.]]
((I’m hoping Jae would laugh at her suffering. That’s true friendship.))
“…Thanks. Sorry for the trouble.” A thin red dusts the tips of his ears, which are now plainly visible. With his hair pulled out of the way, it’s plain to see how angular the planes of his face are. Combining this with the low light of the room, he looks more elven than Bretic. The only thing which betrays the illusion is the blue of his eyes, which are brightly contrasted to his tanned skin and dark hair. Then he seems to remember something, and leans down to pull a small stack of journal-sized books out of his bag.
"These aren’t published so I’ve got no price reference. Look at them and tell me what price you’d like."
It was interesting to see him with his hair out of the face. She would dare say he was genuinely handsome, not aloud of course, but she could admit it to herself. She watched him pull out the stack and beamed when he said that he had weren’t even published. She had probably looked this pleased before, but she couldn’t remember when.
Pushing her own hair out of her face, she moved to look at the journals, taking one in her hand to look through it. “Ah, marvelous. I do not know what I would do without you, other than run out of reading material of course.”