Summary: It is written.
Word Count: 108
Pairing: N/A, Inara and Nandi
A/N: lovelythings said she wanted to be surprised, so I figured vaguely femmeslashy Firefly gen from me, of all people, would be pretty surprising. Hexagram names on mouse-over.
"She doesn’t even look at me anymore," Nandi tells her, as she packs her valise. "It’s been 'The Receptive' for the last seven weeks. I didn’t even get to sit down this time."
"I’m sure there’s a very important lesson to be learned," Inara replies tactfully. "I'm sure if you just stay-" She lets the end of the sentence hang.
Nandi gives her a sad smile. “I’m not,” she replies. She kisses Inara sweetly when she goes, as if that will take away the sting of her leaving.
The paper in Inara's hand reads , just like it does every time. She crumples it in her fist.