Date: 2024-02-03 05:32 pm (UTC)
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[Doubtless, Tav will soon learn there are people in Riftwatch who are kind and thoughtful individuals who might take this clear downswing of mood as the thing it is—a kind of disappointment, a longing for company, the loneliness of a stranger in a strange world with few friends—and extend some offer of charity or companionship.

Unfortunately for all involved, Wysteria de Foncé is not that sort of member of Riftwatch. She pastes her smile back on, so bright that it must be false, and says,]


Of course, it was nothing at all. I'll see that list made, and the books given to you. It was a pleasure, of course, to make your acquaintance. Come along, Tab.

[This is, evidently, for the little white dog. He springs back to all four feet, whirling to catch up with his mistress' heels as she gives Tav a last too braced smile and the scuttled hurriedly away. She glances back over her shoulder only once, more nakedly discomforted now given some distance, and then skitters along with a clack of boot heels and little dog nails. An instant later, the pair of them vanish around the bend of the corridor and are lost from sight.]
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