Stavanger Bay l'ingénue

sorry! i've been sick! small short post to get one in here <3

her father extended the lovely man an invitation, and though her heart hurt to know that this was not her favored tachyon (and that wound was openly displayed) she had no objections to speak of. deirdre was not yet so fluent to know every word of what was spoken, but she knew the invitation, as her father had invited her on many a denied errand this way in the month past, when she had all but ignored him. the frenchman, born and bred, rejoined with an acceptance himself. she was delighted by his accented voice, and smiled prettily to him, and then her father, at his subsequent acceptance. we... will all go to the coast? she spoke in full english, then, her bell-like voice seeking confirmation.