The look Kostos returns when Prudence glances at him is flat and unimpressed—with the Vint, not with her. She's fine. So far.
"You are not that old," he says to Florus, accent thickly Nevarran and tone mildly impatient, while his gaze turns from Prudence to the table in front of him, where one of Riftwatch's enchanted book is laid open. There are already some notes. The pages are already primed to transmit to the Scoutmaster, privately, anything else he adds to them.
For what it's worth, he's underdressed, clinging to his loose and sleeveless shirt for weeks past the point they were even arguably seasonal for a Southerner (which he is not). It's because he's proud of his biceps this year. The biceps are goose-pimpled, because it's cold.
This might be where the relaxing, tongue-loosening small talk is meant to go, but what Kostos says instead is, "Why now?" with all the grace and subtlety of a hammer.
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"You are not that old," he says to Florus, accent thickly Nevarran and tone mildly impatient, while his gaze turns from Prudence to the table in front of him, where one of Riftwatch's enchanted book is laid open. There are already some notes. The pages are already primed to transmit to the Scoutmaster, privately, anything else he adds to them.
For what it's worth, he's underdressed, clinging to his loose and sleeveless shirt for weeks past the point they were even arguably seasonal for a Southerner (which he is not). It's because he's proud of his biceps this year. The biceps are goose-pimpled, because it's cold.
This might be where the relaxing, tongue-loosening small talk is meant to go, but what Kostos says instead is, "Why now?" with all the grace and subtlety of a hammer.