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[There is a Reinette, who if not perhaps completely lost to the 'hijinks' of it all is certainly getting into the spirit of things. She is on the very top floor, legs submersed into one of the outdoor baths. She is wearing swimwear, of all things. For a woman accustomed to wearing layer after layer of corsetry and silk? Well, the feel of the water whispering across her legs and the sun on her back is a very liberating thing indeed. Surely that is something like hijinks? She shifts, and the sun catches the green of her ring.

Reinette brings it closer for study.

There is certainly something about it]

OOC: And forgive the mun for being so out of it of late. Just dumping the girls into plot head first! Let's just say she hasn't bumped into her roommate YET. :) Reinette is wearing this - http://www.inacod.com/lifestyle/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/burgundyclassicsheath.jpg

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[She is so classy]

[The Master leans over her shoulder]

We match.

[As she was raised to be]

[She becomes aware of him]

We do.

[Only then does it occur to her that they are speaking of rings. She pulls it closer still for study.]

Apparently, if you're not a complete moron like our mutual companion the Doctor, you can fly with them.

[Oh, but if that does not spark her interest. Her eyes light.]

Truth?

As far as anything can be.

Have you managed it then?

Of course. But I prefer swimming.

[and with that, he slips into the water beside her]

[And perhaps the hijinks have indeed infected her because Reinette makes a confession. Which is dangerously close to a weakness]

I do not know how. My mother did not allow it. And unlike most of her wishes that I managed to circumvent, I was never able to arrange that part of my education.

[Almost lazily, as if unaware of the significance of her statement, he gestures with his ring hand and watches as gold liquid gathers in the dust, spirals around itself, and then disappears]

Now why wouldn't she want that?

[she thinks, then, that it is very likely he saw all this in her mind. He merely wishes to force her to say it aloud. Reinette understands, because she would do the same]

I was very ill when I was a child. It forced my withdrawal from school. Any sort of lesson would have certainly endangered my health. And after Madame LeBon's prediction? Such frivolity served no purpose towards reaching that goal.

[the shimmering gold is lovely, but she moves no closer]

[he turns his palm up to the sky and watches as a glass rose constructs itself there, as if growing from his skin]

The water is warm here. And your health can't be any more endangered than it already has been.

You've found one, too?

[gestures to his own, blue ring]

I no longer fear for my health. [there is a slight bite there] Certainly not in this place.

That is not what is endangered by my not knowing how.

[quit making pretty things Master, you know how she is]

[the green seems to flare brighter]

I have.

[moves a little closer]

Interesting.

[she lifts it so he can see]

And what do you find so intriguing?

Why risk that danger? You could learn.

[the rose slowly turns red, as if a cloth stained with a drop of blood that spreads and spreads. When the colour reaches the tips of the petals, the flower disappears]

It wasn't glowing a moment ago. But now...

[shows his own ring, it glows as well]

[]

You have green, too!

[smiles]

An unusual look for you. Are you enjoying it?

I could.

[And risk failing in front of him. Which he knows quite well. With a last glance at the fading flower and then to the color of her suit, Reinette slips into the water]

[she brushes two fingers over his ring]

I heard you were attempting to fly.

It takes a certain amount of time to grow accustomed to, I think.

[she smiles, something less practiced because she is pleased to see him]

The Master has green as well.

[and of all things her nose wrinkles slightly. Perhaps it is the freedom of seeing her legs. Everything else is askew. But she rarely calls the Master by his name, and never once to his face]

[wrinkles his nose a bit at this, too] Does he? Well I suppose some people slip through the cracks. I'm still not entirely clear on what the colours are meant to signify.

[and then smiles again] And are you becoming more accustomed to it yet?

[smiling, he stretches his arms out so he can lean back against the edge of the bath]

Ahh, the beauty of the onsen. I must've destroyed millions of these in one go. Shame on me.

[and if only because it amuses her to say so]

For shame.

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