08-19-2018, 08:09 PM
“Regrets…?” Satsume asked as he and Cecily made their way to the dining hall. He thought about it for a moment. “Maybe I regret not showing you how to use a spear all this time,” he joked. Her lack of a response was all he needed to know that his joke had gone over like molasses off a tree. She had hoped for a serious answer, clearly.
Satsume sighed. “No, milady. No regrets.” Also I have no idea what you’re referring to, he added mentally.
They continued in silence to the dining hall. Once there, they were reconciled with the rest of their roving band. Paige seemed to be fending off the pleasantries of a brown-haired, red-armored man who looked to be of some importance. Shad and Maisie were milling about. Lita and her silent companion were a few steps ahead of them – presumably having just arrived. Satsume met the looks of the unfamiliar soldiers in the room with blank courtesy; they were all suited up and had somewhere to go, whereas Satsume looked rather… unkempt by comparison. As if to subconsciously draw his attention to the matter, Satsume yawned and scratched his head.
“I could use some tea,” he said to Cecily upon seeing Paige take a seat at a table, followed shortly after by a butler placing cups for her and the soldier she was chatting with. He pulled out a chair next to Paige, offering a quick “mornin!” as she glanced up at him. Then he caught himself, cleared his throat, and pulled the chair out a little further, offering the spot to Cecily.
“Ah! More of your companions, I presume?” He stood from his chair and extended courtesies to Cecily. “Sir Alan, of the 701st Wyvern Squadron. And… if I may be so bold, milady…” he lowered his head to kiss Cecily’s hand. “…you too, shall make for a wonderful sight at Lord Faren’s ball!”
Satsume quietly took his seat, trying not to bristle as Alan’s lips touched Cecily’s hand.
Satsume sighed. “No, milady. No regrets.” Also I have no idea what you’re referring to, he added mentally.
They continued in silence to the dining hall. Once there, they were reconciled with the rest of their roving band. Paige seemed to be fending off the pleasantries of a brown-haired, red-armored man who looked to be of some importance. Shad and Maisie were milling about. Lita and her silent companion were a few steps ahead of them – presumably having just arrived. Satsume met the looks of the unfamiliar soldiers in the room with blank courtesy; they were all suited up and had somewhere to go, whereas Satsume looked rather… unkempt by comparison. As if to subconsciously draw his attention to the matter, Satsume yawned and scratched his head.
“I could use some tea,” he said to Cecily upon seeing Paige take a seat at a table, followed shortly after by a butler placing cups for her and the soldier she was chatting with. He pulled out a chair next to Paige, offering a quick “mornin!” as she glanced up at him. Then he caught himself, cleared his throat, and pulled the chair out a little further, offering the spot to Cecily.
“Ah! More of your companions, I presume?” He stood from his chair and extended courtesies to Cecily. “Sir Alan, of the 701st Wyvern Squadron. And… if I may be so bold, milady…” he lowered his head to kiss Cecily’s hand. “…you too, shall make for a wonderful sight at Lord Faren’s ball!”
Satsume quietly took his seat, trying not to bristle as Alan’s lips touched Cecily’s hand.
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