LOG: Word Sparing
Location: Surayya Coffeehouse.
Faith, Kynan, Samas, and Surayya are here.
Faith has arrived.
Kynan's expression falls a bit. "I recall you mentioning that you might. I shall miss your company."
Samas gives Kynan an encouraging smile. "She has to come back. I am not signing papers and organizing libraries for her for very long."
Faith closes her parasol as she enters the building. She sniffs once, and walks purposefully to a table, chin lifted just enough. She pulls out a chair and sits. It's all very unexciting. It’s simply a lady coming to get a cup of coffee.
Surayya, Samas and Kynan share the table in the back, near to the hearth. There's a platter of fruit between them, lightly picked at. Surayya smiles to the men, nodding. "I hope it will be a short trip, into the desert. And to see Basira."
Samas gives Surayya a long studious look as he sips his coffee. He nods, but does not say anything.
Kynan gives Surayya a smile. "Then I will eagerly await your return."
Surayya smiles. "I will look forward to it as well. As much as I have missed the sands." She looks over to the parasol-toting woman, if only briefly.
Faith is served coffee, eventually. She lifts the cup holding her pinky finger out precisely as it might have been taught in a finishing school. A sip is taken and certainly not heard. As it is not polite to listen to conversations across the room, she does not.
Samas glances over to the Lady in cobalt blue. His gaze lingers appreciatively a bit before he returns his attention to his companions.
Samas says, "Sand is sand, Chiya. But I understand your sentiment."
Kynan's eyes follow Samas's for a brief moment, though they do not linger. "I recently had a chance to return home myself. It is a welcome feeling."
Surayya lifts her brows at Samas, as if she might disagree with something he has said, or done. "It is always good, to return to the familiar."
Faith is not inclined to look at or seek out any particular individual. She maintains to the precise second an exactly even interval between sips and offers no greeting or pleasantry. She is clearly there to have coffee.
Dalt comes here from the direction of the Main Concourse and Market Street - Amber City.
Dalt has arrived.
Dalt enters and looks for a server. His attention is drawn toward Faith for a moment as he continues into the coffee house.
Surayya looks to Samas, brows still arched. "Yes?"
Dalt finds a place to sit and a cup of coffee.
Dalt sits down at the setee in the corner.
Faith is a master of the art of polite coffee drinking. She is by herself, parasol closed and at her side. She looks briefly at Dalt as he crosses the room.
Dalt takes a long second look at Faith. It must be all that polite coffee drinking.
Clearly, it appears that Faith knows how to drink coffee, be stared at and not react. There is no change in the intervals of her perfect little sips.
Dalt's smug grin may indicate that Faith's lack of reaction just provokes him to continue to watch her coffee ritual.
As far as coffee rituals go, Faith knows her stuff. The way she holds the cup is exactly at the right angle for the precise amount to be sipped. There isn't even a clink of the cup to the saucer as she puts it down. She does not turn away, she simply continues about her task.
A fascinating thing coffee, as least Dalt seems to think so. He may not be drinking from his cup at all but continues to watch Faith as her cup dips down and up as if each motion of her arm were some work of art.
There may not be any reason to do it, but after three sips of coffee and every three sips thereafter, Faith uses a napkin to dab at her mouth. She must really not be drinking that much of it at a time. Her attention is neither captured nor distracted by eyes on her. A lady never reacts to provocation.
Surayya's tea-sipping is without ritual, and she converses with the two men in her company with a warm smile. Their table seems to be getting exceptional service, for one reason or another.
Dalt remains silent and watching as if he were studying Faith for some future experiment.
Faith presses her lips together, the only indication that she might be displeased. The expression is a fleeting thing. Perhaps she is finished with the coffee for she folds the napkin very neatly by the cup and takes out a long thin black notebook from her reticule along with a thin pen.
Dalt leaves his coffee. He stands and leaves coins for the server. He walks toward the exit now the 'show' is complete.
Faith looks over at Dalt and writes something in her notebook.
Dalt instructs Faith before he leaves, "If you should happen to write home to your 'father' Viscount Ives Mountbatten, do tell him that things aren't settled between us."
Faith's expression does not change. "I rarely see him, Prince Dalt. Should I communicate with him, it will be in the proper form. If you wish me to converse with the Viscount on your behalf, I will be happy to provide you with the proper form." She emphasizes the word Prince as though it is just a title. "But I am certain that he would be pleased to know that you yet live." Faith adds, "He'd be most put out that someone else killed you."
"I'd be most 'put out'" Dalt returns to Faith with a grin, "If anyone else but, perhaps, your sweet innocent mother--killed him."
Samas laughs appreciatively at the Lady in Cobalt Blue words.
Samas laughs appreciatively at the Lady in Cobalt Blue words.
Surayya watches the interplay between Dalt and Faith as one would a tennis match. She doesn't seem overly interested in tennis, however, and her attention returns to the company she keeps instead.
Faith's expression remains prim; there is no smile nor frown. "I am gratified that you think so well of my mother's capabilities, Your -highness-."
"Yes," Dalt drawls out softly with no hint of politeness. "I do hope your youngest brother isn't the *bastard* that your father fears. All that trouble with the law? It must have hurt him politically."
Faith makes another note in her book. “The law will handle what needs to be handled and by the book of course. He is doing well, thank you for asking. Your courtesy is noted.”
Dalt starts to head out but pauses in the archway, "If you decide to converse with your father as I'm sure that you will not--remind him that your mother never really belonged to him. It makes that vein on the side of his neck stand out and his face turn a happy shade of red." He sends Faith a wave but does not check to see if she is taking more notes, "Good luck with your next relationship."
Faith levels a look at Dalt, "It is pleasant to see that no matter where you turn up, your conversation is always a delight. Do have a good day, Your Highness."
Dalt tips an imaginary hat to Faith and does, actually, depart without anymore pieces of advice or news.
Dalt leaves the coffeehouse.
Dalt leaves the setee in the corner.
Dalt has left.
Faith looks at her coffee cup and makes a few more notes.