Ah, it is the prince. The one who fights against the dead. Or was trying to find the courage to do it.
Bless his heart. Horrid necromancers.
Despite her nature, she is capable of acting gentle, especially if it advances her goals in one way or another. That the dead remain dead is an important one. She places her hand on his forehead to check for fever (investigating that charter mark is a secondary concern), then asks, "Prince Sameth, are you feeling right?"
He's not sick, he just hasn't been taking care of him and so is the right temperature for someone who's fallen asleep by the fire.
His Charter Mark is slightly warmer and has a sense of great power behind it as he stirs, "Hm, yes, just a few more minutes. Won't be late for Petty Court."
He must be half asleep still. Sleeping in Milliways may not be a good idea, but it is not so bad when someone is watching over you.
She brings her current project over and sits in a nearby chair. She'll be contemplating her jar of sluglings and writing down some of her memories on a notepad while enjoying a beer and a meat pie. She can wait.
That mark was interesting... but she will find out more about it later.
She growls at the rat, sounding much like a cat warning someone or something off. Then covers her mouth in embarrassment, mortified that she made such a sound.
Beer, beer will fix this.
No it won't.
She gets back to work, trying to get her mind off the incident.
"It's a perfectly decent place to sleep, if it were not for the waitrats getting snippy." Well, there are also certain born troublemakers hanging about. "How are you doing, Sameth?"
"Preparing for an expedition. I was invited to help solve a problem on someone else's world and I have a feeling that part of it is something I have dealt with before."
She lifts up a jar to eye the three white sluglings inside.
"Or at least a very similar problem."
Depending on how well Sameth's mind can defend itself from intrusion, he might sense the sluglings are making rude faces at Sarah.
"Sea slugs, very young ones, at least. I thought one of the creatures I was told to expect on this expedition sounded similar to some of the stories people tell about these things when they mature. Large psychic worms that like to eat brains through a proboscis."
"Oh yes, it is very lucky in my world that these never mature to that stage anymore." Either that, or the mature ones are keeping themselves well hidden.
"I have never heard stories about them being able to fly, though."
"Well, the person who invited me made it sound like they do it through sheer force of will." Well, that was what the idea of telekinesis translated to when it reached her.
"It sounds exciting. I have not seen such a thing," she almost says 'in a very long time', but substitutes, "ever."
"Of course it doesn't sound like I will have the time to stop and study them."
Why isn't she revealing who invited her? She can be her own worst enemy sometimes.
Ah, it is the prince. The one who fights against the dead. Or was trying to find the courage to do it.
Bless his heart. Horrid necromancers.
Despite her nature, she is capable of acting gentle, especially if it advances her goals in one way or another. That the dead remain dead is an important one. She places her hand on his forehead to check for fever (investigating that charter mark is a secondary concern), then asks, "Prince Sameth, are you feeling right?"
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His Charter Mark is slightly warmer and has a sense of great power behind it as he stirs, "Hm, yes, just a few more minutes. Won't be late for Petty Court."
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He must be half asleep still. Sleeping in Milliways may not be a good idea, but it is not so bad when someone is watching over you.
She brings her current project over and sits in a nearby chair. She'll be contemplating her jar of sluglings and writing down some of her memories on a notepad while enjoying a beer and a meat pie. She can wait.
That mark was interesting... but she will find out more about it later.
Some things are worth the wait.
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He adjusts once more and ends up with his legs hanging off the back of the couch as a rat sighs at him.
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Beer, beer will fix this.
No it won't.
She gets back to work, trying to get her mind off the incident.
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"Oh, I didn't mean to fall asleep here."
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"It's a perfectly decent place to sleep, if it were not for the waitrats getting snippy." Well, there are also certain born troublemakers hanging about. "How are you doing, Sameth?"
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She lifts up a jar to eye the three white sluglings inside.
"Or at least a very similar problem."
Depending on how well Sameth's mind can defend itself from intrusion, he might sense the sluglings are making rude faces at Sarah.
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Yes, stories, definitely not memories.
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"I have never heard stories about them being able to fly, though."
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"It sounds exciting. I have not seen such a thing," she almost says 'in a very long time', but substitutes, "ever."
"Of course it doesn't sound like I will have the time to stop and study them."
Why isn't she revealing who invited her? She can be her own worst enemy sometimes.
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Though if it's a major fight, there probably won't be time.
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