[ Goodsir makes him wince, the same vaguely pained look he’d given the first time he was ever hit with with a messere or serah, the antiquated honorifics sitting uncomfortable on his shoulders.
But Strange still steps closer and peers over the table to see what she’s been reading, and his mouth forms the shape of a knowing ah, before he glances over at her. ]
It’s a pain, isn’t it? Of course anytime anyone’s at war with each other, their retellings will differ, but without an objective third party to report on what actually happened, you have to sort of— read between the lines.
And even if they do agree, the terminology doesn’t: I had a hell of a time translating between the Chantry calendar and the Imperial calendar when I first got here. Different month names, even. Had to make myself a little cheatsheet for the reading, to remind myself that Wintermarch is Verimensis which is probably January, where I come from.
[ There’s something almost professorial to his chatty cadence, the sound of someone who very much likes the sound of his own voice. But then it settles back into targeted curiosity, his attention sharpening as it lands on the other rifter: ] So you’re a scholar?
just barely spared a half-naked awk first meeting
But Strange still steps closer and peers over the table to see what she’s been reading, and his mouth forms the shape of a knowing ah, before he glances over at her. ]
It’s a pain, isn’t it? Of course anytime anyone’s at war with each other, their retellings will differ, but without an objective third party to report on what actually happened, you have to sort of— read between the lines.
And even if they do agree, the terminology doesn’t: I had a hell of a time translating between the Chantry calendar and the Imperial calendar when I first got here. Different month names, even. Had to make myself a little cheatsheet for the reading, to remind myself that Wintermarch is Verimensis which is probably January, where I come from.
[ There’s something almost professorial to his chatty cadence, the sound of someone who very much likes the sound of his own voice. But then it settles back into targeted curiosity, his attention sharpening as it lands on the other rifter: ] So you’re a scholar?