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[Verbal correspondence and scenes only! Ya girl can't read.]

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untiltheyarent

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.

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noonrodeon

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.

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untiltheyarent

"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."

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noonrodeon

"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."

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untiltheyarent

"A god of the Dalish, as Athessa said," Fifi muses, blinking thoughtfully after Noon has read to her, "...but he walks among us, or so some think. Even now, outside of the dream. But I don't understand what he'd have to gain from someone like me."

With the increase in discussion, Sati comes over with her tail wagging, sniffing excitedly at Noon's trousers.

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noonrodeon

"You'd be able to answer that better'n me, Miss," Noon says, closing the book and turning his attention briefly to the dog snuffling his trousers, "H'lo there, friend. You come to hear the reading?" He lowers his free hand for a sniff and petting if it's allowed before turning back to Fifi, "Whatever it is, I'd be careful with somebody who seems like he don't have a problem turning his back on folks. Nothin' good comes from behavior like that."

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untiltheyarent

The petting is very much allowed, Sati taking it as an excuse to wiggle delightedly and nearly climb his leg until Fifi hooks one thin finger through the puppy's collar.

She gives a tired laugh, at his advice. "That it doesn't," she agrees, "thank you, Messere."

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noonrodeon

"Think nothin' of it, miss," he says, "Compliments of the boss." He directs his next words to Sati, because the puppy is clearly an active participant in this conversation now: "And as much as I'd like to give you some time, friend, I'm afraid little teeth and old books don't mix." He stands to carry the book a little further away from Sati, though not without a good bit of petting with his free hand first. Noon looks back at Fifi with a smile and tips his head down, indicating the puppy, "Yours?"

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untiltheyarent

"Sati," Fifi says, crouching to hold the puppy in place, "she's still learning, and I thank you for your patience." Her smile is genuine.

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noonrodeon

"Ah, nothin' to thank. They're all learning when they're that small. She'll be a trained dog in no time, aye Sati?" And it's impossible to resist, so he bends down and gives the puppy another good petting. He's still careful to keep the book out of reach though, he isn't that love struck by a good pup. "I better get this ol' tome back to the boss before you tempt me into a game, love." And yes, this is directed at the puppy. To Fifi he says with a smile just as friendly, "And if you need anything, miss, you just give a holler to the Boss or to me."