Lord Gervðas gives us the instructions to leave him while Jyana and I will be discussing ventures excluding him. This garden is exquisite. No wonder Lord Gervðas chooses this place for him to contemplate during his meditation and taking his time alone. Jyana is treading with me side-by-side at the same cadence as mine. Of course, most of the women here are basking in the gust of fresh air in the morning. War has not been sufficed, that’s for sure, and as matter of fact; we do need not to rattle since the aggressors are still absent in our shores.

“So, Lord Aisla. Have you changed your mind?” Jyana beckons a sultry smile casting on her face.

“What are you referring to, Jyana?” I ask in an askant expression.

“Well, milord. Before answering your question, let me say this to you - you’re quite a dense dunce.” she says, where it makes me jerk my knees.

“*Ahem*... You’re not the only one who told me that. By the way, what are we talking about?”

“I am just asking if you’re ready for me…” Jyana gleams with a smile, but not a seductive tone, giving me a sincere one instead.

“What?” as I am so oblivious of what’s going on.

“I thought you were prepared, milord. Ready to say: I’m ready to ravish you, Jyana.” she daresay, mimicking my way of talking.

“Get out of here.” with a slight exasperation, but in the end, it makes me crack a smirking look.

“I know,” as we get back to business, where I find another bench to sit in “Come, we have something to discuss.” I confer and offer Jyana to take a seat with me. She then has the audacity to sit on my lap which makes me flinch by the time where her butt makes contact with my thigh.

“What are you doing?” I make a repulsive comment towards Jyana’s action.

“Oops, I never meant to do that. I’m sorry, milord.” she realizes and moves her back away from me.

Despite the flippant antics she had, I thought she reformed herself when she’s about to talk to me. She seems skippy sometimes. I just claim that she is quite flirty to men who have higher status in life and even both Lord Gervðas and I find her advances somewhat bothersome sometimes. Based on her semblance, she is far too young to make this kind of seduction tactic. How old is she? Fourteen? Fifteen? It is safe to assume that she’s twenty, then?

“To further this chat, what do you want to know about me? I can tell you if I have a lover? No, I don’t. Am I interested in you? Definitely!” she proclaims.

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“*Ugh*... will you shut that? Enough of that, okay?” I say, as I display my annoyance.

“Alright… alright. What’s up, then milord?” she is ready to be serious, getting down into business.

“Our initial meeting you declared that you are a proponent of cardistry and divination by the use of cards, eh? As my lieutenant claimed, were these true?” I ask, as my eyes stick to her.

“Oh, milord. Don’t look at me like that. If you do this further, I might assume that you have a thing for me…” she giggles. And of course, I should have known she would do this. I roll my eyes and click my tongue.

“Okay, okay. Fine, I will answer!” Jyana senses my distraught “The answer is: a straight yes!” and finally it is confirmed ever since I am asking for the vouch of her word.

Jyana reaches the cards clipped on the cleavage of her breast. And well, of course, a typical seductress would ever do that. She performs card flourishing in a flawless motion without using the flat surface of the bench - to where we are sitting on. She delivers a one-handed cut. And next, she uses her four-paired fingers to shuffle the deck in four-way. She purports there are many things she wishes to know about this art she’s demonstrating, as she later claims - it is not in her best interest to enhance this kind of skill further.

“Oh, such a shame, then!” I exclaim.

She sighs: “As usual, same response I got from Lord Gervðas.” she halts for a moment “... it is not that convenient, rather it is too liable to apply it since in the first place, it is solely employed for showmanship.” she dismisses, whereas I could see her grunts and abhorrent towards this art.

“Okay, it seems that I enjoyed the show! How about earlier… I never meant to eavesdrop you or whatnot. Your Lunascopy?” trying to divert the melancholic atmosphere which is emanating prior, I praise her and ask her afterwards.

“Ah, yes! We were talking about earlier. Yes, I only have the knack to read and to determine the motion of the middle moon.”

“The Meridiana, right?”

“Indeed, the sight that Lord Gervðas gave me was disapproving. Thus, I am attempting to improve it. And while I’m at it, I’m going to develop my skills towards the progress of my reading - the middle moon.” Jyana wishes so, I give her an applause recognizing her determination to strive and to set herself into the ordeal of learning.

“One step at a time, Jyana. Fret not about how sluggish you are. The way of acquiring knowledge is very grindy. Tedious. It’s alright as long as you are progressing further, albeit, how meagre it is.“ exhorting Jyana, I give an utterance of encouragement.

“Thank you, Lord Aisla.” Jyana appreciates the gesture, as she places her hand on my shoulder, this time - her action seems genuine and authentic, with no sense of defilement.

And all of the sudden, her hand dribbles down my chest. I cast an alarming look towards Jyana, my eyes widened as I got to meet an alluring smirk on his face. Jyana? You really have me there. A repugnant thought reacts in me, as I swat her hand off out of my chest. She entails me with confused get up upon me, making the scenario that I’ve wronged her - reversing the situation… the other way around.

“I think ‘let’s call it a day.’” I declare.

“Wait, what? Why, milord? Did I do something intrusive?” she asks.

“I have garnered the information that I needed to. I am very grateful for spending some of your time with me. Goodbye and see you in a while.”