As the unknown mage approves, she finished the sentence on the back of the photo with haste an not without deeper thought.
'...Feels a bit deserted, yet show signs of regular use. '
And dumped the card into the plastic file.
Her inside ras tense and attentive yet have outside turned into a sunny smile.
Lovely isn't it. Haven't gotten used to it yet." Tvivel said, and paused.
I recognize something about you. You don't happen to be a friend of Ruby? Tvivel said, and then a few seconds passed while when Tvivel wrestled the wording to be both true, not given anything away and still be clear enough for the most thickheaded arrow or whimsy arcantus.
I'm not sure that this is the case but you might have seen her at a Renaissance fair when she was the Herald for the thing? One eyebrow was raised, the smill relaxed and her nail dug hard enough into the thin plastic file to leave marks. Faster heartbeats then she would admit raced a fast count down towards the jogger-mages answer, a tense waiting for his reaction to Rubys name but incorrect title.