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peerless_thayet) wrote2012-05-04 05:11 pm
peerless_thayet) wrote2012-05-04 05:11 pm
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"You'll have to excuse - ah, yes. I forgot I'd dropped that there - the mess in here," Thayet says, clearing the way for Tavi to come through the door.
A little known fact about the Queen of Tortall: she can be a tad messy. The door that opens to Milliways is unfortunately found in the series of small, connected closets that access her dressing room, a larger space with mirrors, boxes, small bottles of scent. Sometimes, it seems, garments do not always make it to their storage space.
This is what happens when she tells the servants "Oh, for goodness sake, go to bed, I can manage myself."
"Just let me move this cloak. There we are." She smiles at Tavi and opens another door to a sitting room lit by candles and waning afternoon light. It's summer in Corus, and thus the air is still and heavy until they pass an open window and the fragrance of a large, well-tended garden drifts past. "Welcome to Tortall," she says with a wide smile.
A little known fact about the Queen of Tortall: she can be a tad messy. The door that opens to Milliways is unfortunately found in the series of small, connected closets that access her dressing room, a larger space with mirrors, boxes, small bottles of scent. Sometimes, it seems, garments do not always make it to their storage space.
This is what happens when she tells the servants "Oh, for goodness sake, go to bed, I can manage myself."
"Just let me move this cloak. There we are." She smiles at Tavi and opens another door to a sitting room lit by candles and waning afternoon light. It's summer in Corus, and thus the air is still and heavy until they pass an open window and the fragrance of a large, well-tended garden drifts past. "Welcome to Tortall," she says with a wide smile.
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"Depends on the friend," she states, quietly.
Tavi is in range.
Possibly she meant him to hear.
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And then it relaxes into something more amused than sardonic. "All the trouble it takes to get here from Galla," hear his amusement at the choice, "to see a friend, and I don't even warrant a hello?"
Someone got cheekier since growing up.
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"Hello."
He's a funny one, all right.
"Well," tone dry, "I've been having some trouble getting to Galla myself, so I certainly won't complain."
Alanna stiffly gestures for him to come in, then changes her mind with a glance at her daughter.
"Would you care to accompany me elsewhere so we can talk?"