[D4 EE] Book Club [Ladies Only!]

[Iuchi Yukarin]

Yukarin neglects to mention she is not a very good rider and takes the tea with a grateful bow of her head.

[Moto Khulun]

“So none of you have…” she says taking a seat and allowing the question to hang in the air.

[Ide Amaya]

Her blush is likely sufficient reply, but she also shakes her head.

"How... do you know..? If a man wants to ... ride with you?"

[Iuchi Yukarin]

"Well, you could always ask, Ide-sama. If other signs aren't there. For me it's less wondering about if then when... But I suppose that t's different for everyone."

Long slow quiet sip of tea.

[Ide Amaya]

She sips her tea, a puzzled look in her eyes, signs? Could... she flushes brightly, could there have been signals she had missed? Had..? She shut that thought down, if she blushed any harder, her kimono might catch alight.

[Moto Khulun]

Her blush is likely sufficient reply, but she also shakes her head.

"How... do you know..? If a man wants to ... ride with you?"

She taps her chin and then says, “It is as Sayyeda Yukarin says, there are signs. I can tell you of the last time I laid with a man, his name… was Juta, he was handsome and strong… beautiful beard and strong features of man.”

“I had been injured in battle and he was first to come to side and bring a healer, it sweet and I had not known he would be so caring. My heart was warmed with his presence, he came to see me later that day and played for me the most beautiful songs so tender and so loving.”

“I kissed him, as I looked deep into his almond eyes and he was like nectar. His touch was soft, he embraced me and we were one and we ride until long into the night. I did not want it to end, but all things must,” she said wistfully.

OOC: Sincerity #unicornfacts: 2d10 11

[Otaku Imane]

Well that had degenerated quickly. Imane sat and listened to the others talk of sheaths, swords and other things that she didn't have personal experience of. Well, not the euphemistic kind anyway.

Living in yurts made it hard to have any sort of privacy growing up, so it wasn't as if she didn't know about things. It was just that her thoughts on things were entirely practical, and more in line with horse breeding.

"Well that sounds nice cousin. I suppose I'm more interested in a man who looks handsome enough, like any stallion, but will give me lots of daughters."

[Moto Khulun]

"Well that sounds nice cousin. I suppose I'm more interested in a man who looks handsome enough, like any stallion, but will give me lots of daughters."

“Any that seem able to fulfill that?” she asks.

[Otaku Imane]

She tapped her chin with an index finger. A little colour rose to her cheeks.

"Welllll, there was that rather athletic Soshi who I met recently. Yuuru is his name. Very fit... Supposedly he wrestled a giant snake, or so he said, and it didn't even seen to be a euphemism!"

[Moto Khulun]

“Why didn’t you bring him to lunch instead of Sutechi,” she says.

She then does a poor impression of the Scorpion, “My name is Bayushi Sutechi, I am important… blah blah blah, I speak the words. I am pretty.”

“Boring,” she says with her normal voice.

[Otaku Imane]

The littlest battle maiden looked at Khulun, considered her options and then stuck out her tongue.

"My dear cousin, you are just saying that because he thinks you are a barbarian."

She laughed musically. "He is pretty though. Should I tell him you think so?"

[Moto Khulun]

“Please do, send him to my yurt and I will compare his sword to Juta,” she replies wickedly.

“He might be boring but he has to be good for something.”

[Iuchi Yukarin]

"I have met these two Scorpion; Bayushi Suteichi-sama is a bit... dry and stuffy, I suppose. Though yes, he is quite handsome. Soshi Yuuru... well he is quite enthusiastic at the very least, and a flatterer. But he seems fun, perhaps a better fit with someone more outdoorsy? He is definitely cute though..."

[Otaku Imane]

"Stuffy? I don't think that's quite right for Suteichi-san. Have you seen him play the samisen? Good hands. I wonder if Yuuru-san plays anything?"

She looked around at the other girls. "Have any of you met Ichiro Daisuke-san, the Badger? He seems nice and strong, good taste in sake too."

[Ide Amaya]

"Suteichi-Sama is as stiff as the back of a novice rider. He seems to be earnest, which is pleasant, certainly, but should he not get his way I think he would sulk like a milkmaiden. He is talented with the samisen, but that man wears a mask behind his mask."

At Imane's question, she shakes her head, "sadly no, I have not had that honour as yet. Or the samurai who brought the sake, Yasuki-Sama?"