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WHO: Borjas
WHERE: A canal near the high temple
OPEN/CLOSED: Closed
WHEN: Night of Day 4

[Astra has a cleaned-out planter as a bucket and is using it to wash herself in the canal. No soap or anything, just rinsing herself. Very thoroughly. ]

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. . .

[pauses. . . he looks a little guilty?]

About that. . .

... Don't tell me you've been harrassin' me about food without eatin' yourself.

I'm afraid I've been a scoundrel with you, Bergen.

[ ??? ]

Say what you mean.

I feed on lies.

[ that takes him a moment to parse ]

So ... y'lied to me about what y'eat. And that helped you feed.

Clever, if I say so myself, and likely common for my ilk.

[ hrrrmmm ]

... Why lie to me?

[shrugs, looking off away from his face]

To eat, why else?

Upon waking, all I knew was that my Prime cast me out, and I was hungry. Already, my services as Courtesan were unwanted. And so I took cunning start, to keep me fed, and were my Prime to believe I needed to drink from him to provide for me, then all the better.

Y'coulda come t'me quiet like. Had my support from the start. Woulda found plenty feedin' just lyin' to the rest of the family.

I don't take well to obedience, or assume trust to be found in a den the likes of Borja. Spread your chest open and it's like to be stabbed.

Not here. Not s'long as I'm here.

[. . .]

Here I am, then. Speaking the truth. And sacrificing what would have been a beautifully ripened reveal of deceit at the end of the season, I should say.

I'd've punched you if'n you'd waited that long.

Clearly not a deterrent.

Seein' as how you talked me into the one already.

[ he raises his fist again, kind of half-heartedly ]

[Doesn't even flinch. Just staring at him. His eyes a tawny hazel, a soft and unassuming color. but fixated on him like this, they seem piercing enough.]

And now I come to you, just as you say. Perhaps I am easily earned, if I am already baring my throat for you.

[ his hand slowly drops ]

No more lies. Not t'me.

Is a promise from a lie feeder worth anything?

A promise from you is.

. . .

Is it.

It is. So I'll hold you to it.

Well.

I have no trouble eating at all, so I suppose one less man to eat from is a request I can grant.

S'what I figured. This family sure's a good one for lie feedin'.

Then I suppose you have my word.