WHO: Yseult, others tbd WHAT: Catch-all post WHEN: Now-ish WHERE: Kirkwall, probably NOTES: Setting up some threads I've discussed. If you want something let me know!
"Indeed." Yseult's smile is of a kind with Fitcher's. "Fortunate too that he took the time to reveal where he'd concealed a... portion of their inheritance, before he died."
A thin sheen of sweat is the ubiquitous fashion in Kirkwall these days, and she reaches up to brush a wisp of hair back where it's stuck to her forehead. "Is that what brings you to Riftwatch? A new friend?"
Her smile twitches slightly wider. It's the sort of tugging expression best accompanied by a chin set grilishly in an upturned palm, but Fitcher doesn't bother with it.
"I suspect that if I said no, it wouldn't be very convincing."
There is a pause which follows - a moment in which Fitcher gives the thought genuine consideration. The answer, the proper one, would be complicated and unpleasant. So she settles for, "Not yet. But I'll let you know if something begins to alter course and in the mean time, I'm rather enjoying myself here. The work is pleasantly ridiculous."
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A thin sheen of sweat is the ubiquitous fashion in Kirkwall these days, and she reaches up to brush a wisp of hair back where it's stuck to her forehead. "Is that what brings you to Riftwatch? A new friend?"
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"I suspect that if I said no, it wouldn't be very convincing."
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No offense.