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[tender]

WHO: Derrica, Marcus, Petra.
WHAT: Post meeting debrief.
WHEN: Backdated, Harvestmere
WHERE: Location
NOTES: Eventual guest stars to come, watch this space.

They have been riding for some time now. Passing through the eluvian and setting out on the roadway, with Petrana bracketed between Marcus and Derrica, they've cut through the countryside to wind their way south again.

The heavy footfalls of Petrana's nuggalope and the speed at which they've traveled has cut off the possibility of conversation. It's not until Marcus directs them off the roadway, into a copse of trees where a river flows that they are afforded any chance for conversation. Derrica remains in the saddle for a few moments, stroking her palm along Dulcinea's neck and observing Petrana and the Black Divine, Marcus dismounting his newly acquired horse.

All the weight of the conversation they've had, the news they are carrying back with them, is still settling in her mind. Derrica looks between them, fingers playing loosely in Dulcinea's mane. Weighs up the utility of breaking the quiet before asking—

"Who shall we speak to first?"

She can guess at a few potentials. But she would like to hear what they are thinking of, and order her own thoughts accordingly.

Comments

[tender]

"The Commander and the Scoutmaster together, Julius speaks to Rutyer, then one of us will need to discuss with the Provost."

Immediately goes without saying. They should likely proceed from the stables to the Division Head tower, with the stop to collect Julius, of course. Who steps into which office has yet to be decided, but—

Petrana's faith in Yseult is allowed to stand unchecked. She has been in residence longer, would have a better sense than Derrica of what Yseult will or won't do. She leads Dulcinea by the reins to the shore of the river, strokes fingers under the edge of the saddle while Dulcinea drinks.

"I'd like to speak with Kostos of it," she says, almost to herself. "After we talk to the Division Heads and inform them of what needs to be done."

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“I think that wise,” is agreement to all of the above— but particularly Kostos, who she has long held in warmer regard than might be credited by their infrequent conversation. (If it were more frequent, he would grow too accustomed to it for her to fluster him as effectively.) “I would know his thoughts on the matter, if he'd share them.”