"‘Course," If he smears away a little drool before handing it over, that’s only courtesy - "Diplomacy’s got a list going, if you need a particular reference,"
It’s that list he’s trying to verify now: An inky sprawl of dukes and baronies, madames and dames, his and her graces. Names beside titles, the vowels running together soft. His own syllables slant harsher. Foreign.
"This’ll only do for Orlais." The Southeast, and Aerich as plain a stranger to it as Cedric. Apologetic, "I haven’t got ‘round to the others."
He reaches to grind the crust from his eyes, and thinks better of it. Something in Aerich’s folded expression reminds him better of a Chantry Brother than Rifter.
(Green light glimmers from the back of his own hand, faint in the late afternoon.)
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It’s that list he’s trying to verify now: An inky sprawl of dukes and baronies, madames and dames, his and her graces. Names beside titles, the vowels running together soft. His own syllables slant harsher. Foreign.
"This’ll only do for Orlais." The Southeast, and Aerich as plain a stranger to it as Cedric. Apologetic, "I haven’t got ‘round to the others."
He reaches to grind the crust from his eyes, and thinks better of it. Something in Aerich’s folded expression reminds him better of a Chantry Brother than Rifter.
(Green light glimmers from the back of his own hand, faint in the late afternoon.)