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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
Yours sleepily,
Vasco Pyjama
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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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"As you wish," Gallus responded regarding his question. It was clear that Ri'vashi was done thinking about it. Gallus could respect that.
The uneasy paces to the training room had Gallus trying to think on how he wanted to try something different in his bouts with Ri'vashi. He went over to the weapon racks and was about to reach for a simple sword and small shield. He hesitated lifting the shield and snapped his attention to the sudden heavy thump behind him.
Gallus stood with mixed feelings of dread and sympathy as Ri'vashi threatened to knock the training dummy off its chains with her mighty strikes. It was easy to tell that Ri'vashi was simply releasing anger and frustration that she had no doubt been trying to release when she cried in the meeting room. It made Gallus feel rather guilty. With his blunder before, he had no doubt that his face was on that dummy as well. He let Ri'vashi release what energy she needed to as he practised his forms nearby.
When the time came for the two to spar. Gallus held one hand up and spoke solemnly but directly. "Before we begin, I am sorry for raising my voice before. That was inappropriate."
Even though he was only half-looking for Ma'tanza, Tzirret spotted her easily enough and stopped dead in his tracks. Now all the conflict that he thought he would bypass by running across her here came rushing forth regardless and he hesitated.
He was hungry. He could just get some food now and escape. However, the other side of his mind clawed back influence and the tug-of-war continued. Outwardly, he simply glanced between the rations and Ma'tanza as his time was running out. He had rising levels of ear-pulling, face-tightening anxiety written on him.
Ma'tanza reached the entrance. Tzirret resolved to take initiative. He put his worries at the back on his mind for just long enough to get his feet moving. "Ma'tanza, wait!" He called out as he broke into a jog to catch up with her. Or, at least, as much of a jog as he could manage in the crowd. "Ma'tanza!"
The uneasy paces to the training room had Gallus trying to think on how he wanted to try something different in his bouts with Ri'vashi. He went over to the weapon racks and was about to reach for a simple sword and small shield. He hesitated lifting the shield and snapped his attention to the sudden heavy thump behind him.
Gallus stood with mixed feelings of dread and sympathy as Ri'vashi threatened to knock the training dummy off its chains with her mighty strikes. It was easy to tell that Ri'vashi was simply releasing anger and frustration that she had no doubt been trying to release when she cried in the meeting room. It made Gallus feel rather guilty. With his blunder before, he had no doubt that his face was on that dummy as well. He let Ri'vashi release what energy she needed to as he practised his forms nearby.
When the time came for the two to spar. Gallus held one hand up and spoke solemnly but directly. "Before we begin, I am sorry for raising my voice before. That was inappropriate."
Even though he was only half-looking for Ma'tanza, Tzirret spotted her easily enough and stopped dead in his tracks. Now all the conflict that he thought he would bypass by running across her here came rushing forth regardless and he hesitated.
He was hungry. He could just get some food now and escape. However, the other side of his mind clawed back influence and the tug-of-war continued. Outwardly, he simply glanced between the rations and Ma'tanza as his time was running out. He had rising levels of ear-pulling, face-tightening anxiety written on him.
Ma'tanza reached the entrance. Tzirret resolved to take initiative. He put his worries at the back on his mind for just long enough to get his feet moving. "Ma'tanza, wait!" He called out as he broke into a jog to catch up with her. Or, at least, as much of a jog as he could manage in the crowd. "Ma'tanza!"
Gallus' immediate thoughts went to how this was a mistake as Ri'vashi reminded him of her height. He did his best to remain stern.
Thankfully for Gallus' physical well-being, Ri'vashi's response was actually unphased by his tone. However, it put Gallus in a difficult position. If he turned back to being friendly, the weight of what he had said would be diminished. If he remained stern and chiding, Ri'vashi would only take it as an insult.
As Gallus stood, staring back at Ri'vashi and trying to make up his mind, he actually felt a strong twinge of humiliation. He cleared his throat loudly, put his arms behind his back and looked down. "Alright, I'll admit that was unnecessary and a bit dramatic. I thought I needed to get you out of a pit, that's all." Gallus glanced up, "I think I will spar for a little while. I have other tasks to see to soon enough, but..." Gallus breathed a calming breath through pouted lips. "It's been another long day."
As they walked to the training room, Gallus made sure to remind Ri'vashi that they should find Lorag and Meesei as soon as they could. However, the end of their previous interaction didn't feel quite complete.
"Do you think you will ask Dro'cahi to help you?" Gallus asked as they walked, "I highly doubt anyone is going to get killed and I see no good reason why he wouldn't be willing to instruct you. Transitions of leadership can be messier. trust me, I've seen it."
With one last little chunk taken from the sliver of bone, the pin was complete. Tzirret quickly blew off the residue and placed it in the wooden box that contained five more of the things.
Someone in the Senchal clan had asked him for a number of dressmaking pins to replace some that were lost or broken. The time Tzirret needed to calm down and consider this options was the perfect opportunity to finish the task. Now that they were done he had an idea of what he wanted to say to Ma'tanza, but for some reason he was still incredibly nervous about going to confront her.
He sat glumly for a moment, wondering if Gallus would come by. His meeting must be taking a long time. Tzirret's grumbling stomach drove him to instead get some food. He knew that eating something would make him feel better, but part of him hoped that he would spot Ma'tanza in the dining area. It would save him the anxiety that would undoubtedly build up by seeking her out.
Thankfully for Gallus' physical well-being, Ri'vashi's response was actually unphased by his tone. However, it put Gallus in a difficult position. If he turned back to being friendly, the weight of what he had said would be diminished. If he remained stern and chiding, Ri'vashi would only take it as an insult.
As Gallus stood, staring back at Ri'vashi and trying to make up his mind, he actually felt a strong twinge of humiliation. He cleared his throat loudly, put his arms behind his back and looked down. "Alright, I'll admit that was unnecessary and a bit dramatic. I thought I needed to get you out of a pit, that's all." Gallus glanced up, "I think I will spar for a little while. I have other tasks to see to soon enough, but..." Gallus breathed a calming breath through pouted lips. "It's been another long day."
As they walked to the training room, Gallus made sure to remind Ri'vashi that they should find Lorag and Meesei as soon as they could. However, the end of their previous interaction didn't feel quite complete.
"Do you think you will ask Dro'cahi to help you?" Gallus asked as they walked, "I highly doubt anyone is going to get killed and I see no good reason why he wouldn't be willing to instruct you. Transitions of leadership can be messier. trust me, I've seen it."
With one last little chunk taken from the sliver of bone, the pin was complete. Tzirret quickly blew off the residue and placed it in the wooden box that contained five more of the things.
Someone in the Senchal clan had asked him for a number of dressmaking pins to replace some that were lost or broken. The time Tzirret needed to calm down and consider this options was the perfect opportunity to finish the task. Now that they were done he had an idea of what he wanted to say to Ma'tanza, but for some reason he was still incredibly nervous about going to confront her.
He sat glumly for a moment, wondering if Gallus would come by. His meeting must be taking a long time. Tzirret's grumbling stomach drove him to instead get some food. He knew that eating something would make him feel better, but part of him hoped that he would spot Ma'tanza in the dining area. It would save him the anxiety that would undoubtedly build up by seeking her out.
It was somewhat heartening to see Ri'vashi's assertiveness return as quickly as it did. It was such that Gallus thought perhaps he was little too abrupt. However, he knew he still needed to put Ri'vashi's self-worth back in order.
"This isn't about rank anymore, Ri'vashi. It is about responsibility." Gallus spoke just as tersely as he had been, "I have it on the authority of the entire council that you are the best military leader in this entire clan, perhaps even amongst all the lycans in Elsweyr. By your position as a leader, you need to take into account that wilfully stepping out of this pivotal attack puts the clan in more danger than anything you have done so far today." Gallus lowered his voice but retained forcefulness in his voice, "What I need you to do to retain the respect that your position deserves is two things. You will do everything you can to make sure this attack succeeds and you will demand that Dro'cahi teaches you to better connect with your clan. I cannot be a subordinate to one that will give up something they know they can do on a mere whim. As much as you would like to weep about the contrary, your clan needs you. Is that understood?"
Gallus mentally prepared himself to be struck across the face.
For the most part, Sabine didn't mind where Peiter's hands wandered. Her mind was still awash with mutual affection. It was La'khay's words that took her out of the moment slightly. As easily as it dropped away, the latent anxiety of being watched formed again in Sabine's mind. With one hand, she reached to Peiter's wrist and gently directed his hand further up, a physical message to tell him not to get too excited.
"This isn't about rank anymore, Ri'vashi. It is about responsibility." Gallus spoke just as tersely as he had been, "I have it on the authority of the entire council that you are the best military leader in this entire clan, perhaps even amongst all the lycans in Elsweyr. By your position as a leader, you need to take into account that wilfully stepping out of this pivotal attack puts the clan in more danger than anything you have done so far today." Gallus lowered his voice but retained forcefulness in his voice, "What I need you to do to retain the respect that your position deserves is two things. You will do everything you can to make sure this attack succeeds and you will demand that Dro'cahi teaches you to better connect with your clan. I cannot be a subordinate to one that will give up something they know they can do on a mere whim. As much as you would like to weep about the contrary, your clan needs you. Is that understood?"
Gallus mentally prepared himself to be struck across the face.
For the most part, Sabine didn't mind where Peiter's hands wandered. Her mind was still awash with mutual affection. It was La'khay's words that took her out of the moment slightly. As easily as it dropped away, the latent anxiety of being watched formed again in Sabine's mind. With one hand, she reached to Peiter's wrist and gently directed his hand further up, a physical message to tell him not to get too excited.
While Gallus had thought of a few other avenues of trying to console Ri'vashi, her latter words caused him to stop and sit up straight. The things she were saying were reminiscent of Tzirret's behaviour when he despaired. Gallus had already dealt with Tzirret enough times before. Not only was he not going to accept that kind of rhetoric from a clan leader, but he knew exactly how to deal with it.
As if out of patience, Gallus stood up suddenly from his chair. The legs scraped most of the way before threatening to tip over. Gallus caught the chair with his hand and walked around it. "Clan leader, stand up," Gallus demanded tersely, as an officer would to a subordinate, "Now."
Gallus needed to get her out of her spiral downwards as soon as possible. If that meant challenging her authority to get her on track, so be it. If he could channel some of her late father, all the better.
Sabine grinned to Peiter. She had a feeling that he would be explaining himself to his entire pack, not just Gallus.
As for La'khay, Sabine listened attentively and paused to think for a moment when she finished. Sabine blinked a couple of times and looked into space as she cast her mind back several weeks to the river. She knew she couldn't forget it if she tried. Although, it was difficult to describe it as a discreet decision, it was really more of an escalation to that point.
Regardless, Sabine turned her head to Peiter, her expression blank except for her head being angled slightly forward and her eyes wide as they looked into his. She caught herself breathing shallowly as she tried to bring forth similar feelings. Seemingly without willing it, she tightened her embrace of his neck and moved her head forward to kiss him. The entire room around her seemed insignificant, even the stranger La'tahne watching on. However, she managed to hold just enough awareness in her mind to not move too much so that La'khay could begin. It was a struggle against her instincts to keep it from turning into a proper kiss rather than a static pose of it. Being in Peiter's embrace like this was as intoxicating as her experience with the Hist. Certain words came up in her mind to explain it that she realised had not yet been said. Her heart would have beat faster with that revelation had it not already been beating like the hooves of a sprinting horse. She found herself wondering if her heart always beat this hard and fast in Peiter's arms.
As if out of patience, Gallus stood up suddenly from his chair. The legs scraped most of the way before threatening to tip over. Gallus caught the chair with his hand and walked around it. "Clan leader, stand up," Gallus demanded tersely, as an officer would to a subordinate, "Now."
Gallus needed to get her out of her spiral downwards as soon as possible. If that meant challenging her authority to get her on track, so be it. If he could channel some of her late father, all the better.
Sabine grinned to Peiter. She had a feeling that he would be explaining himself to his entire pack, not just Gallus.
As for La'khay, Sabine listened attentively and paused to think for a moment when she finished. Sabine blinked a couple of times and looked into space as she cast her mind back several weeks to the river. She knew she couldn't forget it if she tried. Although, it was difficult to describe it as a discreet decision, it was really more of an escalation to that point.
Regardless, Sabine turned her head to Peiter, her expression blank except for her head being angled slightly forward and her eyes wide as they looked into his. She caught herself breathing shallowly as she tried to bring forth similar feelings. Seemingly without willing it, she tightened her embrace of his neck and moved her head forward to kiss him. The entire room around her seemed insignificant, even the stranger La'tahne watching on. However, she managed to hold just enough awareness in her mind to not move too much so that La'khay could begin. It was a struggle against her instincts to keep it from turning into a proper kiss rather than a static pose of it. Being in Peiter's embrace like this was as intoxicating as her experience with the Hist. Certain words came up in her mind to explain it that she realised had not yet been said. Her heart would have beat faster with that revelation had it not already been beating like the hooves of a sprinting horse. She found herself wondering if her heart always beat this hard and fast in Peiter's arms.
Gallus returned Ri'vashi's look with a sad smile. Seeing her at her wits end like this was not what he expected, so he didn't have immediate advice to give. Somewhat awkwardly, he extended his hand to her upper arm again and gave it a comforting rub. Seeing a big Cathay in tears and an imperial barely half her mass trying to comfort her must have held some measure of ridiculousness to an onlooker.
"Hey. It's...frustrating, I understand," Gallus began, trying to sound consoling. "Look, it might be easy to say it's obvious, but the fact is, you have to practice this, just like anything else." Gallus nodded to Ri'vashi's sword, "You weren't born with the sense of how to use that obviously now, were you?"
Gallus looked away uneasily. It was hard to think of things that would have likely not being suggested by Dro'cahi already. In light of that, Gallus decided to test the path ahead. "Um. Hm. Has Dro'cahi ever offered to help you to learn? The ways of leading people, that is."
This was a long day but Gallus suspected that it would only get longer.
Relieved that La'khay's curiosity had been sated for now, Sabine stood up and did as she said. She sat herself down carefully across Peiter's lap and put an arm around him. Inquisitively, she ran a hand over his now groomed chest and leg. She couldn't help but giggle at the novelty.
"See, I told you it would look good," Sabine murmured to him. She hooked one arm slowly around his chin and over his head before laying a kiss on his cheek. "You are royalty now, Peiter."
Sabine then refocussed and tried to get comfortable. She wasn't exactly sure which pose she should pick but she settled for keeping her arms loosely around her neck and leaning the side of her head on his neck just under the side of his jaw. "Are you comfortable?" Sabine asked Peiter before glancing to La'khay, "Is this good?"
"Hey. It's...frustrating, I understand," Gallus began, trying to sound consoling. "Look, it might be easy to say it's obvious, but the fact is, you have to practice this, just like anything else." Gallus nodded to Ri'vashi's sword, "You weren't born with the sense of how to use that obviously now, were you?"
Gallus looked away uneasily. It was hard to think of things that would have likely not being suggested by Dro'cahi already. In light of that, Gallus decided to test the path ahead. "Um. Hm. Has Dro'cahi ever offered to help you to learn? The ways of leading people, that is."
This was a long day but Gallus suspected that it would only get longer.
Relieved that La'khay's curiosity had been sated for now, Sabine stood up and did as she said. She sat herself down carefully across Peiter's lap and put an arm around him. Inquisitively, she ran a hand over his now groomed chest and leg. She couldn't help but giggle at the novelty.
"See, I told you it would look good," Sabine murmured to him. She hooked one arm slowly around his chin and over his head before laying a kiss on his cheek. "You are royalty now, Peiter."
Sabine then refocussed and tried to get comfortable. She wasn't exactly sure which pose she should pick but she settled for keeping her arms loosely around her neck and leaning the side of her head on his neck just under the side of his jaw. "Are you comfortable?" Sabine asked Peiter before glancing to La'khay, "Is this good?"
New game. Poke Jvan with a stick.
Speaking of long pieces of writing, just finished by seven page double research paper critique. That means I'm semi-free for a while. Hopefully that means a post that won't clash with the contents of the current WIP collab with Rtron.
To use that as a segue...Oi! @Rtron! Git yer butt on the doc! (Unless you're busy for now. If that's the case, it's cool.)
Speaking of long pieces of writing, just finished by seven page double research paper critique. That means I'm semi-free for a while. Hopefully that means a post that won't clash with the contents of the current WIP collab with Rtron.
To use that as a segue...Oi! @Rtron! Git yer butt on the doc! (Unless you're busy for now. If that's the case, it's cool.)
With a glance to Meesei and Lorag, Gallus knew that he and Ri'vashi would have to get in on their conversation soon enough. Gallus wanted to know everything he could about Do'rhajul, even if it could only be a coincidence that Lorag served under his command.
"How can we be certain about anything?" Gallus answered, though mostly that was to buy him time. The answer to her questions were complicated and depended upon details that he was not completely familiar with. Regardless, he tried to speak of what he did know. "Bruma is...we have different circumstances than this place. That's the simple version. The mountainous terrain means we don't have to keep an eye everywhere at once. We have sentries out all the time in the snow. Our food supplies are more robust and can sustain our numbers for longer. Not to mention our garrison is very healthy. As for the assault a few years ago, the fortifications were rebuilt to be stronger and we're unlikely to have the majority of our warband coaxed out to follow a traitor home any time soon."
Gallus furrowed his brow and readjusted himself in his seat. "Anyway, that's sort of beside the point, I think." Gallus itched his head uncomfortably, trying to better articulate himself. "Bruma..." he let out his breath and tried again, "My father, Oswall, answered me when I asked him why the clan was formed if lycans work fine in packs. He told me that people just want a warm home to get back to. A place where they don't have to see their beast spirit as a curse. The leaders and lieutenants of that place have always held that as a principle of highest regard. People can volunteer to defend the clan, sure, and there are responsibilities, but if it does not feel like a home...well...then the clan isn't doing what it is supposed to." Gallus gestured forward with the back of his hand for emphasis, "So, if we started forcing everyone to live their lives in austerity and military discipline when it beyond the reason of the immediate situation, it starts to feel more like..." Gallus pursed his lips and and glanced over Ri'vashi's shoulder as he tried to think of something, "...a labour camp. Somewhere for prisoners." Gallus shook his head lightly, "That's no home."
In this, Gallus wished he could articulate his point better. He put an elbow on the table and turned his palm up. "Do you understand what I mean?"
With her eyes scrunched shut and her face in her hand, Sabine began to flush red. La'khay was impossible. With another sharp exhale through her nose, Sabine brought her hand back and turned her head until she was leaning her fingers on her temple. She opened her eyes wide. "Yes! Yes. It was good," Sabine said with a tone that spoke of her impatience with La'khay, despite her prevalent smile. "It was good after a while. It got better when we did it more. And...we did continue...that day..."
Sabine opened her mouth to talk further but did not really have much at the front of her mind that she wanted to mention. Instead, she bowed her head forward and let out her breath in a humiliated chuckle. "I am sorry, La'khay. This is really embarrassing to talk about."
"How can we be certain about anything?" Gallus answered, though mostly that was to buy him time. The answer to her questions were complicated and depended upon details that he was not completely familiar with. Regardless, he tried to speak of what he did know. "Bruma is...we have different circumstances than this place. That's the simple version. The mountainous terrain means we don't have to keep an eye everywhere at once. We have sentries out all the time in the snow. Our food supplies are more robust and can sustain our numbers for longer. Not to mention our garrison is very healthy. As for the assault a few years ago, the fortifications were rebuilt to be stronger and we're unlikely to have the majority of our warband coaxed out to follow a traitor home any time soon."
Gallus furrowed his brow and readjusted himself in his seat. "Anyway, that's sort of beside the point, I think." Gallus itched his head uncomfortably, trying to better articulate himself. "Bruma..." he let out his breath and tried again, "My father, Oswall, answered me when I asked him why the clan was formed if lycans work fine in packs. He told me that people just want a warm home to get back to. A place where they don't have to see their beast spirit as a curse. The leaders and lieutenants of that place have always held that as a principle of highest regard. People can volunteer to defend the clan, sure, and there are responsibilities, but if it does not feel like a home...well...then the clan isn't doing what it is supposed to." Gallus gestured forward with the back of his hand for emphasis, "So, if we started forcing everyone to live their lives in austerity and military discipline when it beyond the reason of the immediate situation, it starts to feel more like..." Gallus pursed his lips and and glanced over Ri'vashi's shoulder as he tried to think of something, "...a labour camp. Somewhere for prisoners." Gallus shook his head lightly, "That's no home."
In this, Gallus wished he could articulate his point better. He put an elbow on the table and turned his palm up. "Do you understand what I mean?"
With her eyes scrunched shut and her face in her hand, Sabine began to flush red. La'khay was impossible. With another sharp exhale through her nose, Sabine brought her hand back and turned her head until she was leaning her fingers on her temple. She opened her eyes wide. "Yes! Yes. It was good," Sabine said with a tone that spoke of her impatience with La'khay, despite her prevalent smile. "It was good after a while. It got better when we did it more. And...we did continue...that day..."
Sabine opened her mouth to talk further but did not really have much at the front of her mind that she wanted to mention. Instead, she bowed her head forward and let out her breath in a humiliated chuckle. "I am sorry, La'khay. This is really embarrassing to talk about."
Gallus had stood up with everyone else just to stretch his legs in preparation for keeping up with Ri'vashi's long stride if she decided to leave suddenly. As the others left he gave nods, thanks, and farewells as necessary. He was somewhat relieved to find that Ri'vashi had stayed behind by the end. Unfortunately, the uncertainty on her face had not left either.
Not giving regard to anyone remaining in the room, Meesei included, Gallus strode up to the opposite side of the table to Ri'vashi and leaned his hands on the chair in front of him. "That went well, I think. No heads bitten off at all. Literally or figuratively," Gallus commented. He breathed in slowly before addressing Ri'vashi directly. "You seem troubled. What's on your mind?"
Peiter's follow-up made Sabine smile, roll her eyes, and let out a breath through her nose in lieu of laughing or sighing. She touched a hand to Peiter's shoulder and stepped away as she did, moving back to her chair. La'khay got back to her questions before Sabine could say anything more.
As expected, La'khay was as single minded as ever. Sabine breathed in to describe scant details in the hope that it would save her curiosity. She stopped as she realised why Peiter was looking at him so nervously. "Um...I think it would be best for Peiter's safety if I do not say," Sabine answered, "With the knife so close it might make telling that...risky?"
Sabine did not doubt La'khay's skills but she knew how embarrassed Peiter got about his body sometimes. She did not want to make the situation worse for him.
Not giving regard to anyone remaining in the room, Meesei included, Gallus strode up to the opposite side of the table to Ri'vashi and leaned his hands on the chair in front of him. "That went well, I think. No heads bitten off at all. Literally or figuratively," Gallus commented. He breathed in slowly before addressing Ri'vashi directly. "You seem troubled. What's on your mind?"
Peiter's follow-up made Sabine smile, roll her eyes, and let out a breath through her nose in lieu of laughing or sighing. She touched a hand to Peiter's shoulder and stepped away as she did, moving back to her chair. La'khay got back to her questions before Sabine could say anything more.
As expected, La'khay was as single minded as ever. Sabine breathed in to describe scant details in the hope that it would save her curiosity. She stopped as she realised why Peiter was looking at him so nervously. "Um...I think it would be best for Peiter's safety if I do not say," Sabine answered, "With the knife so close it might make telling that...risky?"
Sabine did not doubt La'khay's skills but she knew how embarrassed Peiter got about his body sometimes. She did not want to make the situation worse for him.
Though overcoming the biggest obstacle on the council was more awkward in execution than Gallus would have liked, the fact remained that the march was going ahead. With that, all that remained was to hammer out the details of the plan and logistics.
It was a relief to Gallus. However, he couldn't help but feel as though there were some unintended side effects of this compromise. He had wanted to talk with Ri'vashi about trying to build bridges between herself and Dro'cahi but now there were other reasons for talking with her. He resolved to catch up with her straight after the meeting.
It was no secret that Peiter left Sabine with no shortage of compliments. As far as Sabine was concerned, most of them were to flatter her appearance or simply embarrass her into reacting. This time it felt more sincere and affecting.
Although, Peiter's words made Sabine realise that there had not yet been a point where she was truly upset or angry with him. She wondered whether they would both keep to their favourite traits when that happened.
Sabine simply stood up, then - trying her best not to get in La'khay's way - walked up to where Peiter sat, carefully ran her hand over his lovely new hair, and then leaned down to lay a quick kiss on his lips. "I like that compliment," she murmured with an honest smile.
It was a relief to Gallus. However, he couldn't help but feel as though there were some unintended side effects of this compromise. He had wanted to talk with Ri'vashi about trying to build bridges between herself and Dro'cahi but now there were other reasons for talking with her. He resolved to catch up with her straight after the meeting.
It was no secret that Peiter left Sabine with no shortage of compliments. As far as Sabine was concerned, most of them were to flatter her appearance or simply embarrass her into reacting. This time it felt more sincere and affecting.
Although, Peiter's words made Sabine realise that there had not yet been a point where she was truly upset or angry with him. She wondered whether they would both keep to their favourite traits when that happened.
Sabine simply stood up, then - trying her best not to get in La'khay's way - walked up to where Peiter sat, carefully ran her hand over his lovely new hair, and then leaned down to lay a quick kiss on his lips. "I like that compliment," she murmured with an honest smile.
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