“Slave bracelets.”
Jing’s cup stilled at her lips.
“...My, you don’t waste any time.”
Nikiru smiled with pensive amusement, scanning the tearoom as her hand left the gems slid across the table. There was no concern of being overheard, the scholars and the bureaucrats were too busy tutting over temperatures for that, but that didn’t mean they weren’t going to draw attention for other reasons.
Jing leant forward, those ‘other reasons’ pressing together as she pinched one of the sapphires between her fingers, holding it up to the lamplight.
“Well, best to get business out of the way first,” Nikiru offered, feeling unseen rings flex as she shifted in her seat, “Yue cut them for me from a larger sympathy. I’d like them embedded, ring and wrist.”
“I thought I recognized this kind of cut,” She touched it to painted lips, becoming intimate with the etchings, “Hmm. Sympathy? A curious gift for your girlfriend.”
“They’re for me.”
“My my, and here I thought you did everything for her,” Jing smiled, earning a couple of admirers from a far-off table, “How selfish, Nik.”
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Intro-ing a new character here...though those familiar with old Gaang Jr. stuff will recognize her. Sometimes I feel bad about using so much from the old work, but hey, if no-one's using it...