and here's why i'm jaded {Spesh

Lirit kept her glass held between her forefinger and her thumb, watching the river. It wasn't exactly the type of thing that was going to get her far in life, but in her mind, it was going to. And it was technically legal if it was for religious purposes... Or at least from what she'd read. An old file of a rulebook or something said that people under the age of twenty one could drink if it was meant for religious purposes. And while she didn't consider it a religion, more of a philosophical real thing (to her at least.) and she would just sit there for hours, pondering the existance that she had been dealt. For example, the Angel in Hell being her guide. Perhaps it was because she was a prophet herself? She did write the book on love and she does indeed have faith in the deities above. She leaned against the hill or whatever it was and heard somebody coming behind her. Probably eleven or so inches taller than her own 4' 9'', and with a dark complexion. She smiled when he asked a question. May he join her.

"I presume not, I mean, it would be unfair to provide people with the opportunity to talk about the Book Of Love and it's many properties. And I do think that honestly, you seem like someone guided by the Girl Who Sang The Blues... Maybe the Jester. But you'd have to decide on that. Oh. No. The Queen. Yes. You're a Queen protege, aren't you? Oh, tell me you are, please." The truly ecstatic expression was rather irritating, but it went along well.

Lirit loved writing. Everything she did, she either narrated out loud (and sometimes made inanimate objects talk to her back, as well....) or wrote down in very intense and small handwriting. For somebody as dainty and somewhat serious as she was, you'd probably expect somebody who was possessing of loopy, somewhat quirky handwriting. Instead, it was small, neat and legible and the type of handwriting that was used as models in grade school on what you were supposed to write like. She crossed her legs and sighed, looking at the sky with a pleased expression. Because everything in nature was apparently fascinating to Lirit. From everything to a river, to the sky, to the grass she had weaved in between her toes. With a big smile, she tucked her hair behind her ear and gave the boy a confused expression. He implied about the whiskey and rye... And she'd thought that with him being where he was, in such a remote location on the very day it was, that he'd know about what she was talking about. So she decided to just be cordial and be the type of person that would win over the happiness and try to bring them to her side. Like the mormons.

"Oh, sorry, I thought you knew what I was talking about. Silly me. And of course you can have some..." She trailed off and grabbed the combined bottles from behind her and placed them next to the boy. "But yes, I was talking about something called the book of love in which a deity is viewed as music having to be spread. I believe it with my life.

Music. It was something that was the most important. Most important. Sure, it wasn't the most important thing... That might be breathing. You know, eating, drinking water. Music was directly after. Mostly due to her feeling of being the perfectly acceptable "I want to be in the afterlife forever and ever, so I'm going to keep on going on and trudging through her life, playing piano for some district mayors daughter and was about ready to be dead about now. She liked life, but would rather be immortalized among the people who were insane and were ready to poise themselves as the most important people in the whole world. And she was going to be that person who was happy and going to be the absolute... She was going to be immortal. At all the costs. It didn't matter if she was going to preach the hell out of everything. She would spread love and peace and wonderfullness through music.

"Oh, yeah, it stings at first. Sorry. Uhm. Yeah. But as I was saying, your spirit person. Probablyyyyyy The Queen. You know, you just seem to have the type of thing going where you fall to the power but are always second in line? I don't know. Whatever."

Blinking twice, she looked around before having a finger pressed to her lip. What in the... She shook her head and just shrugged. "Uhm, I assume I'll be quiet. I mean, I can be quiet. It's possible. I mean, I know I should be quiet and all that... But still. Whatever." She shrugged and crossed her legs, looking at the sky again. Her overly observant eyes to the sky was one of the things that left the insanity that was herself into a rather calm state, and she tried to disregard the exact reason why she'd come down to the river in the first place, since it clearly was irritating this person who she didn't know the name of, but it didn't matter. He was a Queen apprentice anyway. It wasn't like he was one of her own people, it was more like he was a second cousin or something. Regardless, she was going to make people happy and if she were to do it this way, it wouldn't be that difficult to become eternal someday.

Smiling at the person, she looked at him "And I shared my drink with you, just wondering your name. I'm Lirit. Lirit Contessa Murch."

Piano players fingers. It was the one thing that had ever been given as a compliment to Lirit. Sure, she'd been told she was quirky and somewhat adorable, but her favorite compliment she'd ever received was from a twenty-two year old capitolite who taught the music classes. And from what she could tell, it was the most genuine thing she;d ever heard. She'd walked up to Lirit and looked at her with a smile and said, face to face "You have piano players fingers. Do you play piano?" And that was when it all started, with her doing daily piano excessively and finally doing well enough to accompany the mayors daughter in her en devours in singing, though we all knew that she kind of outshined the district darling because honestly, she was horrid at singing. But by the fact that somebody had placed their hand on her cheek wasn't a compliment, she presumed. She wondered what he was doing... Shrugging.

"Oh, well, it's nice to meet you... But why is your hand on my cheek? Just wonderin'"

The only thing that Lirit was considered by most of the people in the district would possibly be the fact that she was insane. Well, not insane, since she wasn't out of character, didn't want to kill people, nor did she want to do anything that involved stalking, raping, dancing around or whatever. The only thing she'd done was make up a religion in which she fully believed in. And while the preaching to the people wasn't a good thing, really, but it was a more of a simplistic idea of "Yes, that's just Lirit" because people knew that it was just the simple idea that Lirit had developed into the biggest deal on earth. According to her, apparently.

And that's when she was kissed. On the lips. She had been kissed before, and while she wasn't the least experienced person in the world, she wasn't a serial kisser. Never. And that's when with her curious brown eyes, she looked at him "Well, this explains some. I guess."