[Throughout his recounting, she interrupts him only twice: the first, with one hand raised delicately while the other draws a notepad and pen from one of her belt pockets, turning to a clean page; the second, when they receive their drinks and she can order something sustaining for them both, and give herself a moment to process goblins rebuilding the colony.
It takes all the moments up to "Elidibus" to get through that, really, in her heart, and she writes the Ascian's name ere realizing the strokes of her pen and looking sharply up at Thancred. 'Tis a name she should gladly never hear again.
But by and large she holds her tongue, sipping her tea and then the spiced wine she prefers when a night promises to be long and chilling in places no warm fire can reach. The notes were a thought after talking with Lyse and Alisaie, but she took them later, in recollection of their words; here, writing as he speaks, she finds less room for questions or speculation until he is finished.
Then does she read over what she has written, absently eating bits and pieces from the spread of bite-sized food on the plate between them.]
I scarce know where to begin in return. [Though she has full control of her voice, still, and there is no tremble or weakness in it, Y'shtola speaks quite softly, as if addressing the ink itself. Her hands still, then fold one over the other in full view of him.]
Another time, I might apologize for your time subject to Master Matoya's scrutiny, but I am nigh certain you...we brought such agitation upon ourselves, and must therefore bear the consequences. [It might be the only heartening thing in what he has said, that her former mentor is still alive and well and crotchety as ever. Even the news of Ishgard and Ala Mhigo, freed of their greatest sources of strife, is tempered by what he has not said.
And what she may thus be unwilling to say in return. Thancred does not like to be talked around, even for his own sake...]
What do we learn of the nature of our star?
[That seems the most pertinent - and, given their usual fortunes, the least easily addressed, if what they learn is a problem.]
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Date: 2017-08-29 04:54 am (UTC)It takes all the moments up to "Elidibus" to get through that, really, in her heart, and she writes the Ascian's name ere realizing the strokes of her pen and looking sharply up at Thancred. 'Tis a name she should gladly never hear again.
But by and large she holds her tongue, sipping her tea and then the spiced wine she prefers when a night promises to be long and chilling in places no warm fire can reach. The notes were a thought after talking with Lyse and Alisaie, but she took them later, in recollection of their words; here, writing as he speaks, she finds less room for questions or speculation until he is finished.
Then does she read over what she has written, absently eating bits and pieces from the spread of bite-sized food on the plate between them.]
I scarce know where to begin in return. [Though she has full control of her voice, still, and there is no tremble or weakness in it, Y'shtola speaks quite softly, as if addressing the ink itself. Her hands still, then fold one over the other in full view of him.]
Another time, I might apologize for your time subject to Master Matoya's scrutiny, but I am nigh certain you...we brought such agitation upon ourselves, and must therefore bear the consequences. [It might be the only heartening thing in what he has said, that her former mentor is still alive and well and crotchety as ever. Even the news of Ishgard and Ala Mhigo, freed of their greatest sources of strife, is tempered by what he has not said.
And what she may thus be unwilling to say in return. Thancred does not like to be talked around, even for his own sake...]
What do we learn of the nature of our star?
[That seems the most pertinent - and, given their usual fortunes, the least easily addressed, if what they learn is a problem.]