Howdy. [ It's affable, shading toward sheepish. ] Remember me?
Tailless, on the short side?
[ He sobers fairly quickly. ] I was wondering if you had any prior experience with magic. Any reason to trust it.
[ He sobers fairly quickly. ] I was wondering if you had any prior experience with magic. Any reason to trust it.
Hey DT, any chance you've got a needle and thread in that closet of yours? I've got some mending to do.
Thanks, but I can do it myself. I’ll return the needle after, if those are the rules.
[ She’s there shortly, sporting a couple new bruises on her upper arm and moving with a bit of a limp. She lets herself in and closes the door behind her. ]
Hey.
Hey.
Tess smiles a little wryly. She decides she likes this one.
“No war, just a warning shot,” she replies, smoothly. “Figured I wouldn’t trouble the infirmary twice in one month.”
“No war, just a warning shot,” she replies, smoothly. “Figured I wouldn’t trouble the infirmary twice in one month.”
Well, that's very sensible. [ They can return to this twinkling business later. ]
Don't suppose you caught Miss Tiffany's post. About the shields.
Don't suppose you caught Miss Tiffany's post. About the shields.
Tess nods. Probably, but this one’s below their pay grade.
“He won’t trouble you,” she replies, smoothly. “I don’t think you’d like his wardrobe though.”
“He won’t trouble you,” she replies, smoothly. “I don’t think you’d like his wardrobe though.”
By you, I meant you personally. [ Said steadily enough, but he's aware that whatever tenuous acquaintance they've struck up, he's probably close to the outward bounds of it.
A little wry: ] Magic makes me twitchy.
A little wry: ] Magic makes me twitchy.
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