Seneca senses that she might have pushed the man too hard. While it was a debutante’s only job to find a husband to wed, it was a grave mistake to make a man believe that you were desperate to have him pick you. She didn’t want Cornelius Flint leaving this ball thinking that she was desperate to get a ring on her finger, ready to plead with her father to increase her dowry so he would choose her over his unarchived artefacts!
“Of course I wouldn’t think that, Mr. Flint and I confess I’ve had this itch myself for the entire evening, for I would much rather be finishing up the second tome of Heracletus’ Alchemic Principles, instead of have dances back to back like some ballerina, but alas.”
Spoken a bit harsher than needed, but Seneca thought he was far more privileged in that regard. It wasn’t like they’d forced him to attend, unlike with her who had no choice but to attend a ball engineered specifically to get her out there.
And, she had to admit, she wanted Mr. Flint to know what she was reading.
“Of course I wouldn’t think that, Mr. Flint and I confess I’ve had this itch myself for the entire evening, for I would much rather be finishing up the second tome of Heracletus’ Alchemic Principles, instead of have dances back to back like some ballerina, but alas.”
Spoken a bit harsher than needed, but Seneca thought he was far more privileged in that regard. It wasn’t like they’d forced him to attend, unlike with her who had no choice but to attend a ball engineered specifically to get her out there.
And, she had to admit, she wanted Mr. Flint to know what she was reading.
random alchemist I made up just now ayyy