[ the girl laughs in exhilaration, and binah simply watches. with the dance ended, she is once again stoic, unflappable - a far cry from the lilting winds of spring she only just called upon. ]

Then perhaps you will consider it from now on.

[ she lets go of junna once the other girl is fully upright, an unceremonious motion that still manages to carry some small grace with it. slowly, she returns to her original pose; her head dips forward, her cloak obscuring her body once more. like this, she looks less like a dancer and more like a predator.

how fitting. ]

Without my tea, I have grown weary of this practice. Perhaps we will resume later. [ and just like that, the spell is broken; she is the same woman that junna offered help to earlier. but now, with what junna is learned, perhaps it is easier to spot those small deceptions; for all binah claims weariness, her breathing is controlled, her face free of sweat. ] Either way, we will speak again.

[ of that much she is certain. ]