Tiberius sat back and watched Novella’s face, trying to gauge her reaction. Simple polite formality – or genuine pleasure? The latter, he hoped. A pound of fine tea or a quarter cask of brandy were rich enough gifts, suitable for any occasion.
The art pieces though, he loved: the investiture of thought and skill that went beyond only wealth. That she went on to declare a possible fate for the piece seemed rather promising. He knew House Tilani would likely tear it apart to ensure it was safe for the little girl – hopefully his spellwork would be easy enough for them to reassemble. He did not blame them a whit.
“Thank you for the diverting afternoon, Novella.” Tiberius let himself be guided out, finding no reason to prolong this obvious dismissal. The time might not have been wasted, per se, but he felt he hadn’t learned much either.
“Is yours a popular name, I wonder? I believe I’ve heard it somewhere before – and not, I promise, in connection with any lewd gossip.” He recalled exactly where, to be honest. His study, Malachai’s mouth. The fate of a violent, overeager idiot hanging in the balance.
If Mistress Tilani was something to the Eyes, that would explain so much – and somehow raise even more questions. Petras opened up the carriage for him, and Tiberius offered the young woman a wry smile.
“Of course. We’ll be in touch.”
@Novella Tilani
The art pieces though, he loved: the investiture of thought and skill that went beyond only wealth. That she went on to declare a possible fate for the piece seemed rather promising. He knew House Tilani would likely tear it apart to ensure it was safe for the little girl – hopefully his spellwork would be easy enough for them to reassemble. He did not blame them a whit.
“Thank you for the diverting afternoon, Novella.” Tiberius let himself be guided out, finding no reason to prolong this obvious dismissal. The time might not have been wasted, per se, but he felt he hadn’t learned much either.
“Is yours a popular name, I wonder? I believe I’ve heard it somewhere before – and not, I promise, in connection with any lewd gossip.” He recalled exactly where, to be honest. His study, Malachai’s mouth. The fate of a violent, overeager idiot hanging in the balance.
If Mistress Tilani was something to the Eyes, that would explain so much – and somehow raise even more questions. Petras opened up the carriage for him, and Tiberius offered the young woman a wry smile.
“Of course. We’ll be in touch.”
@Novella Tilani
06-26-2024, 05:45 PM
