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[FONT= 'Courier New']Evelyn[/FONT]
[SIZE= 11px]"I was passing through and I saw the bird but I didn't want you to think I was impolite for looking so I pretended to look at the flowers instead," Evelyn finally confessed, dropping her gaze briefly to the floor before returning it to him as though determined to seem more confident than she was. Jon Ashwood seemed nice enough, he didn't seem the type to become angry with her-- at least, she hoped not. [/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]In her embarrassment at his comment about the fact that she had only just left an arrangement, she forgot about his joking question and flushed bright pink. Presumably he was referring to Jasper and whoever his young companion had been, although for obvious reasons he wouldn't know who she had been with exactly. She only nodded and continued to blush as he began to give her what felt like a critical examination. Immature? Perhaps it was her demeanour, or that posture that Miranda often mentioned-- instinctively, she straightened her back a bit more and raised her chin a fraction. [/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]"No, not everyone in Westeros." She agreed with the ghost of a smile. It was the, she wasn't just what people would deem a common whore, she never had been; her clients were always lords or knights or other important people, especially with her current employer. [/SIZE]
[SIZE= 11px]@JPTheWarrior[/SIZE]