Stirring Shadows [Drachen]

The man worked diligently, and she watched between working on her own scrivening, nodding approval as the shapes smoothed. Practice would polish the marks, but with what she’d gleaned of the man, he was a dedicated type. He’d already stayed long past his originally offered time, and she’d been wondering how to pose him staying.

As it turned out, he must have had a similar line of thought. She looked up with interest as she noted a sharpening of thought over his features. In the next breath he spoke, and she bit back a grin of amusement, allowing him to finish, not finding it rude at all. If anything, it reminded her a bit of Red’s coming into the chamber what felt like a glorious lifetime ago and saying, rather abruptly, ‘Come to Auster with me’. Her eyes glinted as she made a note to track her husband down for some time alone.

“I was beginning to wonder when you’d ask.” Her tone was amused, grin almost crooked as she rose to sit, studying him. For now, she decided, he would run among the hunters, or perhaps among the Messengers. He’d make an admirable diplomat, for certain. The Armada had shown her what not to look for. She just hoped Malalia was alive out there somewhere, and that she’d come back to her pack eventually.

“Is there a particular service or Circle you find appealing?” It was a tricky thing, having a Circle where none but its members knew the true purpose beneath the veneer. But she’d seen enough to know that if there was anyone who might suit it, it was this man.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think