Rosamunde falls silent for a moment, the Fade-smoke of her billowing in what one might anthropomorphically term consideration, the ghostly suggestion of her attention probing at Emmrich.
Well, she snaps eventually, at least he acknowledges fault—though I'll note I've yet to hear an apology—
"Rosamunde!" Ness exclaims, bright-eyed, and the Fade-smoke of the spirit inside the skull ripples in what might be annoyance equal to Ness's excitement, "we could get you a full skeleton! I can't do that myself, you know, I don't have the first idea how to do it, but if you let Professor Volkarin help—"
That's quite enough, the spirit snaps, and Ness bites her lip, trying not to smile. Rosamunde is like this, so singular of feeling, can't be anything new until she's run out of the first thing she was feeling, which means a lot of the time she just ends up expressing her excitement through a veil of abject annoyance—
Alright, Rosamunde says after a dramatic pause, lofty, like she's the one granting Emmrich a huge favor. Ness turns to beam at Emmrich, but otherwise does her best to keep her excitement contained—anything else is just as liable to make Rosamunde change her mind, fickle lady that she is. But there will be rules. Chiefly, you cannot hold me! And I'll only talk to you while Enarris is present. And only in Trade! She hasn't got a grasp of Nevarran yet, and I want her to know exactly what's being said. No secrets, Mourn Watch!
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Well, she snaps eventually, at least he acknowledges fault—though I'll note I've yet to hear an apology—
"Rosamunde!" Ness exclaims, bright-eyed, and the Fade-smoke of the spirit inside the skull ripples in what might be annoyance equal to Ness's excitement, "we could get you a full skeleton! I can't do that myself, you know, I don't have the first idea how to do it, but if you let Professor Volkarin help—"
That's quite enough, the spirit snaps, and Ness bites her lip, trying not to smile. Rosamunde is like this, so singular of feeling, can't be anything new until she's run out of the first thing she was feeling, which means a lot of the time she just ends up expressing her excitement through a veil of abject annoyance—
Alright, Rosamunde says after a dramatic pause, lofty, like she's the one granting Emmrich a huge favor. Ness turns to beam at Emmrich, but otherwise does her best to keep her excitement contained—anything else is just as liable to make Rosamunde change her mind, fickle lady that she is. But there will be rules. Chiefly, you cannot hold me! And I'll only talk to you while Enarris is present. And only in Trade! She hasn't got a grasp of Nevarran yet, and I want her to know exactly what's being said. No secrets, Mourn Watch!