The door swings open and an old woman walks in. Well, the white hair suggests great age, as do the fine lines around her eyes and mouth. The armor and the muscular shape beneath it, as well as the upsweep of red-tipped horns (or a very fixed hairstyle) from her temples may, however, suggest otherwise
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His eyes follow Flemeth's entrance unblinkingly.
His smile looks ever so manically pleased at her arrival.
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Surely there is a second rocking chair in the vicinity.
Such things are often the province of old women. And she is, indeed, very old.
And she could hardly fail to notice is unblinking regard.
"Oh, stop. You will make an old woman blush."
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The sound is ever so slightly off. Almost grating, but not quite.
"Only if the old woman chooses to," he counters with a grin that matches his laugh.
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On the surface, anyway.
"There are worse ways to begin."
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The grin widens and the old man waves.
And there is a rocking chair.
"Would the old woman care to sit?"
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The creak of leather and scale against each other is audible as she settles.
It would be easy enough to imagine that sound is the creaking of old bones and joints.
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It's just not as interesting if she's as broken down as she plays at.
"Of course," he answers politely. He still hasn't blinked, and his eyes aren't quite focused on her. They're looking just half an inch off to the side.
"Do I have the honor of being the first to welcome you?" he asks, sounding utterly bored. Like he doesn't really care what the answer is.
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Scoffing is too strong a word, but only just.
"Flatterer."
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"Flattery is, after all, quite amusing."
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The actual content, not so much.
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And not just at flattery.
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An observer might be forgiven for mistaking that for an actual question, or a solicitation for a suggestion.
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She is an old woman in a rocking chair, and she has no desire to begin knitting.
Or darning stockings.
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"So what brings you here?" Drosselmeyer asks, his eyes following one of the patrons, dancing and calculating at the same time.
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Flemeth's head tilts a little bit in her laughter, this time.
"And maybe a pinch of luck."
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