[open]

[heirring]

WHO: Flint, Wysteria, Miriam, Cassius & You
WHAT: Catch-All
WHEN: Post-dreams, nebulously Guardian-ish
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Warnings (if any) in subject lines.

((OOC NOTE: Anything in bold is closed to one thread, though group threads a-okay.
Feel free to turn this into action brackets if The Spirit Moves You.
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[heirring]

Secure in the her own genius, Wysteria withdraws her hand and pulls the blanket tighter about her until she is little more than a self-satisfied face poking cheerfully from a bundle.

"I will no doubt reveal the details to him eventually. Truly, it is one of those things which I have said little about as if speaking any detail aloud will jeopardize it. A silly superstition. I have no doubt that Mister Ellis would be the very image of discretion and support were I to say something. —But we have gone on and on about my secrets! What is your plan to be rid of your maid?"

[radicans]

That question draws a sigh. "I don't know," Maud admits with a shake of her head, "I was sure the strange dreams would drive her off, but still she lingers despite my hinting that I could do perfectly well on my own. I may have to contrive to go on a mission to somewhere objectionable again--she was very upset for the few moments I pretended I wanted her to come to the icy southern reaches with me."

[heirring]

From her blanket burrito, Wysteria hums thoughtfully. She takes a moment to tip her head back and squint, without really taking in any of the features, at the sky

After some consideration the angle of her chin comes down again.

"Perhaps you could say you have been assigned some secret intelligence work posing as a lady's maid for some extended period of time. A lady's maid surely cannot keep one of her own, and so it would only make sense for her to return to Tantervale until such a time as your assignment was finished."