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Perhaps she had tweaked a taut muscle in her neck, or was dislodging a morsel from between molars. This must be the case, for there appeared to be a one-sided smirk upon the Lady's visage as she folded and sealed a small parchment. Business did not entertain as a rule, and Nerida was not given to good humour, so of course it could not be a smile.<br> | Perhaps she had tweaked a taut muscle in her neck, or was dislodging a morsel from between molars. This must be the case, for there appeared to be a one-sided smirk upon the Lady's visage as she folded and sealed a small parchment. Business did not entertain as a rule, and Nerida was not given to good humour, so of course it could not be a smile.<br> | ||
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The stern-faced woman gathered together her few missives, and her gaze could be seen to linger once again over a letter on the camp desk--were there anyone else in the command tent to see it, that is. To this absent eye the sigil of Laststar might be recognized on the opened letter, and a question come to mind of what the young knight could have written to cause such a pause in the brusque and businesslike Margravine.<br> | The stern-faced woman gathered together her few missives, and her gaze could be seen to linger once again over a letter on the camp desk--were there anyone else in the command tent to see it, that is. To this absent eye the sigil of Laststar might be recognized on the opened letter, and a question come to mind of what the young knight could have written to cause such a pause in the brusque and businesslike Margravine.<br> | ||
Revision as of 02:52, 15 January 2021
Everlight
(2021/01/14)
Something was wrong with the Margravine's face.
Perhaps she had tweaked a taut muscle in her neck, or was dislodging a morsel from between molars. This must be the case, for there appeared to be a one-sided smirk upon the Lady's visage as she folded and sealed a small parchment. Business did not entertain as a rule, and Nerida was not given to good humour, so of course it could not be a smile.
The stern-faced woman gathered together her few missives, and her gaze could be seen to linger once again over a letter on the camp desk--were there anyone else in the command tent to see it, that is. To this absent eye the sigil of Laststar might be recognized on the opened letter, and a question come to mind of what the young knight could have written to cause such a pause in the brusque and businesslike Margravine.
