[ Does everyone around here shake hands? Lear claps her into his and gives a thorough squeezing, followed by a smile that is almost completely free of anything unpleasant. ]
Fyrel Lear. Though you already know that, Sir Carpenter.
[ Truth be told she'd much rather still be in bed, though she shows no sign of it: she's made her hair as neat as the thick wave will allow, applied subtle makeup, and wears dark jeans and a thick grey sweater, well prepared to venture out into the cold, or wherever else she might need to follow him. She's still not certain what this orientation is all about, though of course she'd looked up the basic definition in advance. ]
no subject
Fyrel Lear. Though you already know that, Sir Carpenter.
[ Truth be told she'd much rather still be in bed, though she shows no sign of it: she's made her hair as neat as the thick wave will allow, applied subtle makeup, and wears dark jeans and a thick grey sweater, well prepared to venture out into the cold, or wherever else she might need to follow him. She's still not certain what this orientation is all about, though of course she'd looked up the basic definition in advance. ]