A Task [log, ota]

[7waystobetray]

Delilah had a Task, and the task was this: talk to the Arcana about anything they're willing to talk about. So there she was, armed with a basket of fresh pastries she'd convinced a low Numbered Club to make especially for her, walking across the green and up to the shimmering Arcana castle

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Before she gets there?

[headfollowheart]

Imitation was the sincerest form of flattery, Zoe supposed, and her lips twitched as she saw Delilah walking towards the embassy - with a basket of pastries, and undoubtedly questions. Just like Zoe did everytime she went there as Arcana's official envoy from the Spades.

And since David hadn't called her in and told her she'd been relieved of her duties, she could only assume that the king didn't quite trust her to tell him what went on at these meetings. Which probably would insult her, if it wasn't for the fact that Delilah's decision to copy Zoe's style was just that hilarious. "Christophe does like dessert," she says as she waves. "Though I think he's particularly fond of cake."

oops, lol, really imitation? XD

[7waystobetray]

Delilah gave her a bright smile back. "Nice of you to share the tip." Not that she was like to use it. She'd go this way once and see how it worked. Then maybe wine next time, climbing in a window after that. She liked to shop around when it came to tactics.

Pastries. It's her thing, every thread :)

[headfollowheart]

"Well we are both Spades." Hadn't Delilah said that to her once? And she'd taken that just as skeptically as Delilah was taking the cake one, because, really, it wasn't like Delilah had any reason to help her.

Or the reverse, really.

lol, some part of me clearly remembered that, but I'd forgotten. XD

[7waystobetray]

"Indeed. Teamwork and all... Though I have to admit my own visit is far less official." An order, yes. But not as an official envoy. But if her words made Zoe uncertain whether she'd been ordered or not, so much the better. Delilah would do what Delilah would do as the Spades well knew, so long as David didn't give her an order against it.

[lenire_feris]

It's opened by a servant, making the blandest of greetings before he's called away by a voice inside. The doorway's left open, the foyer empty, with footsteps ringing down the stairs. "Come in, come in, do," the voice calls. "Just wait a moment for me."

[7waystobetray]

"Brought some more pastries." More of course implying that she was no different from the regular Spade envoy, who normally brought baked goods.

For the moment Delilah looked around in seeming idleness. Mostly she was judging distance, working on her mental map of the place. She'd been inside twice before.

[lenire_feris]

Silke hasn't formally met any of the envoys in their capacity as envoys, though she and Zoe have met once. She does know, however, that all the Deck are welcome inside- well, most of inside.

She smiles as she reaches the bottom of the stairs, close-lipped and non-threatening. "More pastries? Oh dear, we've only just finished the last batch." She claps her hands. "But come, come. My name is Silke. And yourself?"

[7waystobetray]

"I'm Delilah. Of Spades. Very pleased to meet you - beautiful name, Silke." She grinned in a friendly way, but hadn't turned on the full force of her charm.