[ What time is it. They should all be going, shouldn't they? Or, at least, Byerly.
In here he is a man, outside the door the Lord Ambassador. Alexandrie is surprised the chimes haven't already come, assuming the Fade had reached for them all alike. The Commander, the Scoutmaster, the Provost; they will want him soon, armed with wit and armoured in bright colour and droll looks. Careful careless sprawl. Whiskey glass.
Get up, get out of bed. We are waiting for you to tell us how to save the world.
His hair is a tousled mess, his shoulders thin for what they carry, and she is ashamed. Looks at Bastien until he is looking at her, and then flicks her gaze at Byerly and back with eyes full of concern. Signs not yet when her hand lifts from his hair to stroke it again. Signs please.
And then she is smiling again, so it can be heard when she says ]
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Date: 2021-02-22 12:12 am (UTC)In here he is a man, outside the door the Lord Ambassador. Alexandrie is surprised the chimes haven't already come, assuming the Fade had reached for them all alike. The Commander, the Scoutmaster, the Provost; they will want him soon, armed with wit and armoured in bright colour and droll looks. Careful careless sprawl. Whiskey glass.
Get up, get out of bed. We are waiting for you to tell us how to save the world.
His hair is a tousled mess, his shoulders thin for what they carry, and she is ashamed. Looks at Bastien until he is looking at her, and then flicks her gaze at Byerly and back with eyes full of concern. Signs not yet when her hand lifts from his hair to stroke it again. Signs please.
And then she is smiling again, so it can be heard when she says ]
Do you? What is it like?