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[ Lady Sibilla of Antiva City has recently acquired a most curious artifact of dubious origin. A collection of rumors collected from her servants point to the possibility of the item being a cursed object rather than an interesting centerpiece. Persuade Lady Sibilla to part with her newest acquisition by any means necessary, or convince her to allow it to be examined to be sure it isn't going to summon demons in the middle of her next dinner party. ]

He's been rolling the end of the pen in his mouth for ten minutes straight. Left: Scrape as his teeth grind reed. Pause, tense his jaw, and,

Right: Another scrape -

It's not loud, but it's inescapable. They've been shoved into some closet or pantry that now passes for a spare office, two shard-bearers too new to quite know what to do with. Cedric has a pile of papers to sort, and Vega her own instructions. So he sits. So he reads. So his lips purse left and the pen goes scrape.

At last,

"Do you know Antivan?"

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Hey, are you good?

You got any idea how t'catch a bird?

[ hello coworker. he's busy whittling something into the underside of a desk - not his own - ]

Hello.

You'd offered to meet the last time we spoke to further discuss, oh, lifespans I believe, and then I became distracted with... something, surely, or perhaps fell asleep mid-conversation, time passed, and thus we did not have the opportunity to do so.

Meet, that is.

Are you still interested?

Are you still mad?

[ this is a stupid question ]

Guess what.

[ Bastien's transition out of Diplomacy and into Scouting is unceremonious. But he has a desk here now—only sometimes used—and today, after putting some things down on it, he spins an unclaimed chair around and sits across from Vega's desk as if he's been called in for a meeting.

Otherwise, he doesn't interrupt what she's working on. Quiet, patient, hands folded on his knee. ]

Arany-- that's Tevene, right?

Vega,

[Benedict lengthens his stride to match Vega's pace from behind and nearby, hands folded behind his back, the picture of a gentleman.]

How've you been settling in? [let's pretend no other conversations have occurred before this one] I know it hasn't been, um. Easy.

You might've already heard, but I remember you needed new things— they're not new, exactly, but I have an excess of dresses and they won't set you back quite so much as the couturiers will. Or at all, I just need the space in my wardrobe.

( gwenaëlle briefly hopes vega doesn't take being thought of amiss; hesitates, and then ends the message rather than trying to awkwardly mitigate that before it's happened. either she'll be pleased or not. )

Lady Arany. I hoped to ask a few questions of your Anchor, it's rare to gain a Tevene perspective.

It's a quiet afternoon in the aerie, where all the raptors are hanging out together: Teren, seated on a bale of hay, stitches griffons' names methodically onto their blankets.

She casts a glance up at the room's new arrival, and, without making eye contact, grunts: "You there. Girl. Come here."

D’you have a favourite animal?

( Just wondering. Don’t worry about it. )

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