"Mirror's a ways out," Hour's ride or more from the gates, now there's traffic again. "But we didn't stay long."
The suburbs. The Necropolis, the Circle's ruins, the monastery he couldn’t bring himself to report into: each outlying, little villages unto themselves. Not what she's after.
"They put us up in the Necropolis."
He's schooled his face, which says a little what he thought of that. Cedric fishes the cups from each other. When he lifts to pour, it's hers he fills first (the chipped one — because it looks a smile —), a bit of errant twig slipping out the spout. If the office is new, strange,
Well, it isn't. Not really. Still Gela in the chair, so it must be a fit.
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The suburbs. The Necropolis, the Circle's ruins, the monastery he couldn’t bring himself to report into: each outlying, little villages unto themselves. Not what she's after.
"They put us up in the Necropolis."
He's schooled his face, which says a little what he thought of that. Cedric fishes the cups from each other. When he lifts to pour, it's hers he fills first (the chipped one — because it looks a smile —), a bit of errant twig slipping out the spout. If the office is new, strange,
Well, it isn't. Not really. Still Gela in the chair, so it must be a fit.