Dia giggled as they continued their walk down the cobbled path.
Ixion (Pirithous's body) looked forward at the homes of various knights and low-ranking barons, and asked:
"Where are you headed, dainty commoner?"
Dia hugged Ixion's arm tighter, then said:
"I'm headed wherever!"
"Well, that was quite cryptic. You mean to say you don't know where you're going? Wait… does your father know you're out?"
Dia peeled away and laughed, a pleasant look on her face.
"Ha! I wouldn't be on the streets if my father knew! You said it yourself, he'd never let me go anywhere. He sees it fit that I remain hidden like some porcelain relic that would be cracked if it saw the light of day."
'So, whoever this mysterious father is doesn't let his daughter leave their manor often? Maybe never?'
That explained her pale complexion.
The corners of Ixion's lips rose as he led Dia down another turn.
"I don't know about porcelain relic, but you are definitely a porcelain beauty."
