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untiltheyarent) wrote2018-01-28 01:05 am
untiltheyarent) wrote2018-01-28 01:05 am
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[Verbal correspondence and scenes only! Ya girl can't read.]
"Naturally. Are you free at six?"
It'd be good to have her schedule. Definitely not so he can find another time to be here while Thranduil's not.
It'd be good to have her schedule. Definitely not so he can find another time to be here while Thranduil's not.
She blinks at him once, twice, her faze frozen in a quizzical expression.
Then, "...yes, I... should be."
Then, "...yes, I... should be."
"Then I'll be by the docks," He taps once on the doorframe. "One can hardly have coffee alone, and the ferryman must by now be sick of my company."
She nods, with a quiet little smile. How odd.
...and she's on time of course, arriving at the docks wearing one of her less drab town dresses, a departure from the maid uniform and not too fine, but hardly plain either. Fifi doesn't go out all that much, and this seems a far cry from her nights on the town with Bastien.
"Messere," she greets, primly but with a glittering fondness in her eyes.
...and she's on time of course, arriving at the docks wearing one of her less drab town dresses, a departure from the maid uniform and not too fine, but hardly plain either. Fifi doesn't go out all that much, and this seems a far cry from her nights on the town with Bastien.
"Messere," she greets, primly but with a glittering fondness in her eyes.
Noon is perfectly aware of how large he is, so he makes sure to make a little more noise than he usually would when he spots the maid he's looking for.
"Mornin', Miss," he says, tongue never taking much liking to Orlesian titles. He's carrying an old book as if it were made of glass. "Boss found somethin' on the Fen'Harel fellow you were asking about."
"Mornin', Miss," he says, tongue never taking much liking to Orlesian titles. He's carrying an old book as if it were made of glass. "Boss found somethin' on the Fen'Harel fellow you were asking about."
Fifi turns when addressed, and though she recognizes the enormous fellow, she's a bit surprised to see him approaching her-- until he opens his mouth, and she connects his voice to the one on the crystal.
"Oh! Good." She smiles gently up at him.
"Oh! Good." She smiles gently up at him.
I'm sure you're aware that a number of people dreamt themselves aiding or even joining the enemy. I'd like you to keep an ear out for any details about what happened, as well as reactions to that among the company. Whose regret seems sincere. Whose betrayal is immediately forgiven, and who is distrusted by his fellows. Any significant conflicts between agents or general morale issues. And of course, any inclination to defect in truth.
[Succinctly,]
Oui, Madame.
[A pause, then:]
On that topic, I must disclose something of my own actions within the dream, through I don’t completely understand them.
Oui, Madame.
[A pause, then:]
On that topic, I must disclose something of my own actions within the dream, through I don’t completely understand them.
In the version of things with no Riftwatch, I answered to a person named Fen’Harel.
I am trying to learn who this is, if he is real. So I can beware of any attempts to win my loyalty.
I have no intention of giving it away.
I am trying to learn who this is, if he is real. So I can beware of any attempts to win my loyalty.
I have no intention of giving it away.
Makeur. [it's just the same word but Orlesian-sounding ok]
He returns the smile readily, the expression softening his rough face. "You got a little time? The boss said you'd need help with the readin', but I don't want to get you in any trouble with the gentry."
He's never gone out of his way to identify who Riftwatch's gentry is, mostly because as far as he's concerned, he answers to Dalat. He knows that's not the case for everyone, though.
He's never gone out of his way to identify who Riftwatch's gentry is, mostly because as far as he's concerned, he answers to Dalat. He knows that's not the case for everyone, though.
"The gentry?"
A confused little smirk twitches at the corner of her mouth.
"I have nothing to fear from anyone, messere, as I've done nothing wrong. But I appreciate your discretion."
A confused little smirk twitches at the corner of her mouth.
"I have nothing to fear from anyone, messere, as I've done nothing wrong. But I appreciate your discretion."
"Course." And he'll kneel down next to her, opening the book so she can see the page. Even if she can't read, Noon didn't care much for reading down at someone.
He reads the passages to her. A little haltingly on the longer words, but steady enough. He's careful to stop where the Boss told him too, before the bit this Keeper fellow has to say about city elves.
"Don't know much of who the other folks in the stories are, but I can't say I like the sound of this Fen'Harel fellow."
He reads the passages to her. A little haltingly on the longer words, but steady enough. He's careful to stop where the Boss told him too, before the bit this Keeper fellow has to say about city elves.
"Don't know much of who the other folks in the stories are, but I can't say I like the sound of this Fen'Harel fellow."
Vanadi is headed for the kitchen today for -- well, he hasn't decided yet. For whatever is available to work with, probably. That's what brings him to a distracted pause in the doorway, startled for no good reason to find himself not quite alone in there. It's ... well, he doesn't know her name, actually. He's seen her about, and that's the extent of what he can say.
A bit embarrassing, if he stops and considers it.
He clears his throat to announce himself, and finishes his entrance with a faint smile.
"Ah, good morning." Afternoon, really. He always did sleep late. "I'm not in your way if I work over in a corner, am I?"
A bit embarrassing, if he stops and considers it.
He clears his throat to announce himself, and finishes his entrance with a faint smile.
"Ah, good morning." Afternoon, really. He always did sleep late. "I'm not in your way if I work over in a corner, am I?"
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