He gives her a smile like glass in return. "Yes, I suppose that is true."
She's good--not just at dancing, but at deflecting, even in her unconscious mind; an instinct borne out of paranoia, or preparation? He surmises the paranoia could be his own; theirs was a chance acquaintance at some boring gala in Hunter Fell decades ago, but Atticus had only been in attendance at all due to a distant, Nevarran cousin of his wife. What would bring this spectre from his past into the Inquisition?
It has been some weeks since his and Benedict's capture. Is that enough time for word to reach the Artemaeus family?
Holding her eyes as he turns her in the dance, he thinks, Fear--what frightens you now? Why are you here? and ushers into the dreamscape whatever it is that might represent for her--both in this memory, and in the present.
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She's good--not just at dancing, but at deflecting, even in her unconscious mind; an instinct borne out of paranoia, or preparation? He surmises the paranoia could be his own; theirs was a chance acquaintance at some boring gala in Hunter Fell decades ago, but Atticus had only been in attendance at all due to a distant, Nevarran cousin of his wife. What would bring this spectre from his past into the Inquisition?
It has been some weeks since his and Benedict's capture. Is that enough time for word to reach the Artemaeus family?
Holding her eyes as he turns her in the dance, he thinks, Fear--what frightens you now? Why are you here? and ushers into the dreamscape whatever it is that might represent for her--both in this memory, and in the present.