It surprises me that there is no mockery. No snide laughter or pointed remarks. Her tone when she speaks is even. The only judgment that she throws my way is that of laughing at a child that is rather innocent in thinking. Whatever it is about what I've said seems laughable to her, but she doesn't call me out on it. Instead she offers to speak to Maxence on my behalf, which in turn seems like a poor joke. But I believe her, and I nod my head in gratitude. She rose then, but I didn't bother to follow her with my gaze. Instead I kept my head low.
'Goodbye Rostislav.'
I glance up briefly, and with a politeness I did not expect from myself, manage my reply. "Seraphina."
Rosti thoughts | "Rosti speech" | Damaris mindspeak
Rostislav
more than a drunken fool
