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 Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 6:59 pm
"Deer live outside," says Petra coldly. "I'll take your lessons but not your money."
Spokelse, looking distressed, clearly feels the need to try and compensate for some of the shocking rudeness her Chosen is displaying. "It's very kind of you, but I'm not sure I'd know what to do with myself in fine accommodations." To say nothing of Petra--but then again, perhaps Petra wouldn't know what to do with herself without Spokelse. "We have had simple lives, and simple habits that may prove difficult to break." Please forgive her for it, is the unspoken postscript.
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 7:09 pm
Lisette does not say, 'I just want to make sure you are in a safe place.' She does not say, 'You will be an investment. I do not want you somewhere you will be attacked or stolen.' These are things that perhaps she will be able to say one day -- but not now. Now she merely shrugs. "As you like," she says agreeably, while she is wondering about sending a stipend to the Swan, on the condition that it be used to discreetly provide lodging for the girl. "I can have the first of your teachers here as early as tomorrow, if that would suit you; if you come in the morning, you can break your fast before beginning your lessons."
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 7:28 pm
"I'll come tomorrow, then," Petra says, suddenly shy. Lowering her eyes to the ground, she reaches, finally, for something more substantial than a bit of apple, and Spokelse nudges Moira gently with her nose, as if to apologize quietly for the unpleasantness they'd brought to the meeting.
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