[ Someone else might take advantage of that favor, squirreling it away into a back pocket for a later day with the full intent of preying upon it. There are guests consistently looking for how to one-up one another, pursuing social elevation and power to a degree only a closed society such as the one at Saltburnt could. It's a commune of its own, and they are all vying for prestige and control within it. Mithra slips the thought of it into a desk drawer, and mentally closes it with a snap. It's for later, to consider; once she's addressed the reason for his asking.
Her voice lifts with brief joy, though the response is measured, even. The casual and careful small talk of someone attempting to sweep tensions away like cobwebs: ] A bedroom has found its way near to the Library? How advantageous. I might borrow it once you conclude your residency. Permit me a moment to locate you.
[ That's where she goes, naturally. Testing the doorknob even as she knocks lightly upon the closed door, shave, and a—. Minding her tongue in the hall, lest she give away his vulnerability. ( What might he need? Silco is inscrutable and distinct from men she has known, not led by passions though he harbors few so immense and intense that they change the whole of his world. What service might she, of all people, be able to provide? )
She brings a little of everything, in a small pouch at her hip; spare handkerchiefs, a snuff box full of substance to soothe the mind, her cards, a vial of syrupy-silk liquid. Prepared. ]
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Her voice lifts with brief joy, though the response is measured, even. The casual and careful small talk of someone attempting to sweep tensions away like cobwebs: ] A bedroom has found its way near to the Library? How advantageous. I might borrow it once you conclude your residency. Permit me a moment to locate you.
[ That's where she goes, naturally. Testing the doorknob even as she knocks lightly upon the closed door, shave, and a—. Minding her tongue in the hall, lest she give away his vulnerability. ( What might he need? Silco is inscrutable and distinct from men she has known, not led by passions though he harbors few so immense and intense that they change the whole of his world. What service might she, of all people, be able to provide? )
She brings a little of everything, in a small pouch at her hip; spare handkerchiefs, a snuff box full of substance to soothe the mind, her cards, a vial of syrupy-silk liquid. Prepared. ]